<?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-2165713703025724997</id><updated>2011-11-15T06:50:14.660+01:00</updated><category term='dreams'/><category term='creative writing'/><category term='diario'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Pensamientos'/><category term='Music'/><category term='turismo'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='viajes'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='rants'/><category term='Recuerdos'/><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Paranoias Mentales'/><category term='Ciencia'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Hope Is A Waking Dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-4932546624841504099</id><published>2011-03-14T22:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:50:57.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved to a better place!</title><content type='html'>no, no, I am still alive just new beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abubbleovertherainbow.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya there people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-4932546624841504099?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4932546624841504099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=4932546624841504099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4932546624841504099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4932546624841504099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-moved-to-better-place.html' title='I have moved to a better place!'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5814557682388730435</id><published>2010-12-13T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:57:12.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream last night, I was at wor but work was not there, it was different, like if I it was a mix of places. I was with my work mate, Steph but she was not herself either. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you came to drop off an order of beer they had requested from the company you work for. You were delivering it, it was a nice surprise seeing you, but when I went away for a few seconds you went straight to her, oh wow it did hurt. You two looked at me and started laughing, you were enjoying it. It was not a nice dream and I am not sure what it means, but until I had that dream I wouldn't have dared admitting that I miss you, even tho there was never really anything to miss, was there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I hope you are doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours always,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5814557682388730435?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5814557682388730435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5814557682388730435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5814557682388730435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5814557682388730435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3684611383456843686</id><published>2010-11-02T00:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T00:40:48.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Come sit with me, lets share this moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/5137866010/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1309/5137866010_8b99ba1184_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/5137866010/"&gt;Come sit with me, lets share this moment...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cargado originalmente por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos for [MapleTree Photography]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hadn't realised how much I miss NZ, well I had but I didn't want to fall in that trap because I knew if i did I would be miserable util the day I returned to this wonderful country. Now I have falle without remedy and all I am doing is for me to be able to go back, spend some time there, find out if that's as I think my place or not...&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand has been by far the country in which I have been the happiest but also the one in which I have suffered the most and even after all this suffering I still wanna go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope I'll make it :D in a year and a half max. cos 5 years away is too long!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3684611383456843686?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3684611383456843686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3684611383456843686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3684611383456843686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3684611383456843686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/11/come-sit-with-me-lets-share-this-moment.html' title='Come sit with me, lets share this moment...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1309/5137866010_8b99ba1184_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8973192449613391287</id><published>2010-10-28T02:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:56:15.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Dear Best Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a few years ago, classes were long and boring and my motivation was long gone, I could say you were the only thing that kept me from dropping off of everything, something I would have regreted. You were there through good and bad times until one day when you stopped calling and life went from seeing you and talking to you every day one way or another to not seeing you in months and barely hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a good catch up, finally after almost 2 years and what I've found of you was not what I expected, If you needed me you should have said so, not just hide yourself from the world in in your own mind and ideas that are harming you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be there for you, to be able to do something because seeing you as you are now, is hurting me, after all you were and always will be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8973192449613391287?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8973192449613391287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8973192449613391287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8973192449613391287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8973192449613391287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-169460528099809516</id><published>2010-10-28T02:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:48:08.957+02:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Letter Project</title><content type='html'>Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on someone's tumblr and I thought I should try it out! lets see if i manage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-169460528099809516?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/169460528099809516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=169460528099809516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/169460528099809516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/169460528099809516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/10/30-day-letter-project.html' title='30 Day Letter Project'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3505852012222665263</id><published>2010-06-07T08:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:36:09.681+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Portugal...such a wonderful place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4677383509/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/4677383509_431c01055d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4677383509/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ribeira do Douro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week I went on a 5 day trip to Portugal. Started in POrto where I flew to, beautiful city full of amazing people and so alive yet so relaxed that amazes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed south to Lisbon, city I fell in love with...reminded me so much of my childhood! Adults just hanging out in the squares and cafés at 10 or 11 at night and children playing around still full of energy. I have no words to describe how gorgeous Lisbon is. &lt;br /&gt;Went to the beach in Cascais and Estoril which are incredibly nice and they are full of surfers (Portugal has some great surf spots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went on a bus up to Coimbra and then back in Porto, where I met a belgian girl, very nice and easy to talk to. She happened to Love Spain so we had a lot to talk about ^^ &lt;br /&gt;Also got bitten by spiders probably in 15 different spots of my body (how nice) urgh and slept at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a great week! :)&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3505852012222665263?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3505852012222665263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3505852012222665263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3505852012222665263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3505852012222665263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/06/portugalsuch-wonderful-place.html' title='Portugal...such a wonderful place!'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/4677383509_431c01055d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5528185271114394907</id><published>2010-04-07T22:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:42:18.819+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Y decirte alguna estupidez, por ejemplo, te quiero."</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Cuando veo llover imagino que la lluvia escribe sobre el suelo miles de frases…siempre distintas porque siempre llueve distinto. Y me imagino que puedo pedir un deseo, elegir una de las miles de frases que las nubes escriben en el polvo y que ese deseo se convertirá en realidad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5528185271114394907?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5528185271114394907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5528185271114394907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5528185271114394907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5528185271114394907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/04/y-decirte-alguna-estupidez-por-ejemplo.html' title='&quot;Y decirte alguna estupidez, por ejemplo, te quiero.&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5947874009296795976</id><published>2010-04-03T04:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:33:04.279+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4484758470/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4484758470_2a03da9d82_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4484758470/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just Hang Me Up to Dry...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Put my bed and Ignas' in the kitchen tonight...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And just for the record...nevermind.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5947874009296795976?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5947874009296795976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5947874009296795976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5947874009296795976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5947874009296795976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/04/someone.html' title='Someone...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4484758470_2a03da9d82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1181792188778565052</id><published>2010-03-31T21:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:42:46.153+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>"Rock &amp; Roll Queen"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YldwmfECX7E&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YldwmfECX7E&amp;color1=0x6699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="430" height="175"&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/2165713703025724997-1181792188778565052?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1181792188778565052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1181792188778565052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1181792188778565052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1181792188778565052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/rock-roll-queen.html' title='&quot;Rock &amp; Roll Queen&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-142972811501772528</id><published>2010-03-31T17:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:09:23.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rants...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4479271914/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4479271914_496093b417_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4479271914/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hanging Heads&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hate how people ASSUME i have done/said something i have not said/done just because they have the lowest expectations on my trustworthiness, it makes me feel so good, having so great friends! Thank you all and now...Fuck off!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-142972811501772528?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/142972811501772528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=142972811501772528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/142972811501772528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/142972811501772528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/rants.html' title='Rants...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4479271914_496093b417_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8872410139610933347</id><published>2010-03-29T13:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:47:16.991+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Come Fly With Me, Let's Fly, Let's Fly Away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4330617700/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4330617700_15e8eb962a_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4330617700/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Come Fly With Me, Let's Fly, Let's Fly Away...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I dreamt I was going to Ibiza (don't ask me why cos I have no clue!) for a few days, funny thing is that the same second I was about to board the plane, I realised I had left all my bank cards and money in the other wallet, I was going to Ibiza with 4 pounds in my purse...never got to figure out how I solved this sadly all I know is that the dream ended when we got Ibiza.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8872410139610933347?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8872410139610933347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8872410139610933347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8872410139610933347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8872410139610933347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-fly-with-me-let-fly-let-fly-away.html' title='Come Fly With Me, Let&amp;#39;s Fly, Let&amp;#39;s Fly Away...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2737/4330617700_15e8eb962a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5497019535240231052</id><published>2010-03-27T14:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:17:44.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frank's Birthday ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4467055856/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4467055856_7bf1b2df34_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4467055856/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;^^&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5497019535240231052?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5497019535240231052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5497019535240231052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5497019535240231052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5497019535240231052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/frank-birthday-party.html' title='Frank&amp;#39;s Birthday ...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4467055856_7bf1b2df34_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5207623295914708123</id><published>2010-03-27T05:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T05:05:35.478+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabo de tener una de las noches más surrealistas de toda mi vida!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5207623295914708123?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5207623295914708123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5207623295914708123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5207623295914708123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5207623295914708123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/acabo-de-tener-una-de-las-noches-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8754482626572444354</id><published>2010-03-26T02:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:48:17.441+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>"Sounds of a Dormant City"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4463229863/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4463229863_68aa9e2731_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4463229863/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;01/365&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a few minutes past midninght and she was walking back home from a nice and relaxing night out with the girls. The city was quiet and the smell of the toasted malt from the factories covered the air; the fog against the the street lights gave it a feel of mystery. It felt like something taken out of a film noire movie but in technicolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One taxi passed... another... nothing. Just silence. There was lights in the buildings but not a sound to be heard. It fitted the atmosphere and invited her to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept on walking and walking and walking while thinking about how things change, how life is like a rollercoaster, sometimes up, sometimes down and always in a rush, realising for the first time how exciting it is, in its own twisted and masochistic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feelt unreal, like in a dream inside a dream. Never starting, never ending...and suddenly...she was already back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8754482626572444354?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8754482626572444354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8754482626572444354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8754482626572444354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8754482626572444354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/sounds-of-dormant-city.html' title='&quot;Sounds of a Dormant City&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4463229863_68aa9e2731_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8894332020239760661</id><published>2010-03-25T13:48:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:51:52.615+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>"Missing Home Is Normal..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4419058893/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4419058893_a16bb22de9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4419058893/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Old Callao Sq.&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go home! I miss my friends, I miss my family and despite the fact that I love it here (we are like a big family already and there's always someone to hang out with) I also miss my room and my privacy!!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8894332020239760661?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8894332020239760661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8894332020239760661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8894332020239760661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8894332020239760661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/home-is-normal.html' title='&amp;quot;Missing Home Is Normal...&amp;quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4419058893_a16bb22de9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7776633290815611318</id><published>2010-03-24T18:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:20:47.202+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>"Cloudy Spring Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4420707770/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4420707770_6c2c4becdf_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapletree_photography/4420707770/"&gt;Cloudless Sky&lt;/a&gt; por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/mapletree_photography/"&gt;Henar takes photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This morning I wanted to rock the world, wake up and go somewhere new, where I could do something that would change someone's life, at least one person's life; but insetead I overslept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky was grey, as per usual, not really but it has been lately. A grey cloud hanging over everyone's heads. If we could at least remember that a bright blue sky is hiding behind that constant sea of clouds...things would be much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another day, in which I will have more dreams. But until then I might as well enjoy what I have and let the future be.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7776633290815611318?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7776633290815611318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7776633290815611318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7776633290815611318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7776633290815611318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-day.html' title='&amp;quot;Cloudy Spring Day&amp;quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4420707770_6c2c4becdf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-101508904356791379</id><published>2010-03-21T13:09:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:20:31.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>It's time for some creative writing...</title><content type='html'>Last thursday in german class out teacher told us we have to write a 350 words text letter style addressed to the mother of the main character of a famous german short story called "Die Küchenuhr" (you can watch a short movie based on it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpJWA5yO5j4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; English version) which is kind of drepressing, it's located in the germany post world war so you can imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I've writen but the english version cos I suck at german and it will take me still a few hours to translate it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Liebe Mutter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. Since you are not here with me, life is not the same. I do not sleep anymore, because the kitchen clock always reminds me of our last time together, It makes me think that soon, you will be coming to the kitchen and start telling me stories like you always did. But this time was different, it was 2:30 and you never came. Suddenly you were gone to never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met some other people. I thought I was the only one. It was thanks to the clock, they were curious about it. I explained to them that it is my last reminder of a better time, of a paradise on earth. They were not convinced but it does not even matter anymore, because you are not here, and that paradise disappeared. Now it is hard to believe it ever existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed. I wish it had not but what can I do about it? Nothing. I suppose all that is left now is waiting and hoping for something good to come. But how can something good come from this? So much destruction and death…no, it has to be the end, which is the only reasonable explanation. I do not want to think about it, I can not, because it does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you. And the clock with its blue numbers reminds me of you. It will always be 2:30 for me, always. I never know what time it is in reality but 2:30 is as good as any other time right? I never do anything, just wander around and sit down in this bench. I can not remember the last time I ate, but I do not feel hungry. How could I? It is so disturbingly quiet that it scares me. Everything is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here, It would be better. I would not feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herzliche Grüße&lt;br /&gt;Deine Sohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/2165713703025724997-101508904356791379?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/101508904356791379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=101508904356791379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/101508904356791379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/101508904356791379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-time-for-some-creative-writing.html' title='It&apos;s time for some creative writing...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8745146202308707316</id><published>2010-01-04T00:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:43:24.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I wanna hold you in my arms tonight..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0EonKHbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xMfZKlInLbs/s1600-h/tumblr_kvddfeWsE31qzmf6no1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0EonKHbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xMfZKlInLbs/s320/tumblr_kvddfeWsE31qzmf6no1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422660079526291346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Some of the greater things in life are unseen thats why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8745146202308707316?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8745146202308707316/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0EonKHbJ5I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xMfZKlInLbs/s72-c/tumblr_kvddfeWsE31qzmf6no1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5800713161071744152</id><published>2009-12-30T03:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:31:23.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I wanna fall asleep with you tonight..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SzqyPWcqmAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/frSgYjDrbpw/s1600-h/164151879_02b3544a8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SzqyPWcqmAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/frSgYjDrbpw/s320/164151879_02b3544a8d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420841078287407106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"let me show you what it's like to hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;how it feels when we kiss, what you see when we&lt;br /&gt;gaze into each others eyes; babydoll just let me..."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5800713161071744152?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5800713161071744152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5800713161071744152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5800713161071744152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5800713161071744152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-fall-asleep-with-you-tonight_30.html' title=''/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SzqyPWcqmAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/frSgYjDrbpw/s72-c/164151879_02b3544a8d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8020063537241022478</id><published>2009-12-30T02:33:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:11:52.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I think I'm fallin' for you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szq1IPn1qLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y_2ThoNIeCg/s1600-h/Holding-Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szq1IPn1qLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y_2ThoNIeCg/s320/Holding-Hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420844254731020466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I laughed and said, “Life is easy.” What I meant&lt;br /&gt;was, Life is easy with you here, and when you&lt;br /&gt;leave, it will be hard again."&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8020063537241022478?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8020063537241022478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8020063537241022478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8020063537241022478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8020063537241022478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-fall-asleep-with-you-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szq1IPn1qLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y_2ThoNIeCg/s72-c/Holding-Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7360240285057505576</id><published>2009-12-30T02:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:22:37.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A voice within me keeps repeating you"</title><content type='html'>Why does life have to be so complicated, I mean why for example when you love someone, why can't that someone love you back; or when you have a problem, why can't you talk it out, find a way to overcome it and become stronger that when you started, learn from the experience to not make the same mistakes twice or just to know how to put yourself back up afterwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not complicated...we are the complicated ones, and we make life how it is, without its bad/hard things how would we enjoy the small things that make us smile? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7360240285057505576?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7360240285057505576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-576185321328984522</id><published>2009-10-21T01:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:17:28.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell me What to Do..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0ElgXCA5aI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fI6OQYQ5SZw/s1600-h/bubble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0ElgXCA5aI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fI6OQYQ5SZw/s320/bubble.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422656664199292322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/S0ElgXCA5aI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fI6OQYQ5SZw/s72-c/bubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2800500476442794610</id><published>2009-10-15T23:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:52:25.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drunkness is something usual...</title><content type='html'>in Glasgow"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2800500476442794610?l=themoonshinestonight.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/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8442307607926673919</id><published>2009-10-14T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:07:54.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Someone to Watch Over Me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8WSO9g8GKs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l8WSO9g8GKs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this voice!! &amp;hearts;&lt;div 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Me...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3611844068023624845</id><published>2009-08-31T01:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:17:53.449+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jeg savner dig og fucking hader dig for at"</title><content type='html'>Mennesker er meget kompliceret, du altid er der for dem men når du har brug for dem, de ikke er der for dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Du elsker dem for hvem de er&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;men de synes ikke at pleje&lt;/em&gt;, og det gør &lt;u&gt;ondt&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg ønsker at hade dig, men jeg kan ikke, fordi &lt;strong&gt;jeg elsker dig &lt;/strong&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3611844068023624845?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3611844068023624845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3611844068023624845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3611844068023624845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3611844068023624845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeg-savner-dig-og-fucking-hader-dig-for.html' title='&quot;Jeg savner dig og fucking hader dig for at&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2049824240884938231</id><published>2009-08-24T19:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:51:44.210+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeg elsker Danmark ♥</title><content type='html'>eso es todo lo que tenia que decir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bueno no Danmark en general sino una city llamada Århus en Jylland :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2049824240884938231?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2049824240884938231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2049824240884938231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2049824240884938231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2049824240884938231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeg-elsker-danmark.html' title='Jeg elsker Danmark &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8026786936865877779</id><published>2009-08-24T19:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:49:51.535+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Por qué las personas tienen que ser tan complicadas?</title><content type='html'>Una que es cegata en cuanto a lo que los demas quieren decir en silencio suele tener muchos problemas a la hora de decidir si alguien esta enfadado con ella o simplemente aburrido o cansado o que es lo que pasa, el tema es que cuando se es como soy yo se tiende a pensar que en cuanto pasa algo es culpa nuestra y que la hemos cagado asique nos comemos un huevo la cabeza y bueno que decir mas que, ¡¡no es saludable!! y pedir a la gente que por favor sean mas claros, abiertos, directos, sinceros lo que sea pero que nos enteremos de lo que está pasando y nos ahorraran unos cuantos dolores de cabeza injustificados :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8026786936865877779?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8026786936865877779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8026786936865877779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8026786936865877779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8026786936865877779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-que-las-personas-tienen-que-ser-tan.html' title='¿Por qué las personas tienen que ser tan complicadas?'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5826984852487456621</id><published>2009-08-16T09:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:55:00.315+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>"Sometimes​ people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there... to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know who these people may be... Someone you never invisioned yourself being close to or giving a chance on. Or a stranger who walks into your life changing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential strength, will power, confidence or love you had in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true happiness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, of stressfull situations, illnesses or relationship​s, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere... safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The successes and downfalls that you experience mold you into who you are. and the negetive experiences should be learned from, NOT DWELLED ON. In fact, they are probably the most meaningful and important  problems you will face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you or breaks your heart, forgive them and move on. Remember they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart.somthi​ng good always comes from somthing bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone loves you, love them back unconditiona​lly, not only because they love you, but because they are showing you what life is really worth living for. Open yourr eyes, and your heart. You feel better when you make someone feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Be confident but not cocky, let loose, but be smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in  you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make of your life anything you wish. Create it and then go out and live it, with an optimistic view, and take chances but live with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a lesson in life each day you live. And most importantly,​ if you love someone tell them, It could always be your last  chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live each day as if it were your last... tomorrow is not promised"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5826984852487456621?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5826984852487456621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5826984852487456621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5826984852487456621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5826984852487456621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2221940640270259134</id><published>2009-07-20T00:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:47:58.646+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it's meant to be...</title><content type='html'>No es la mejor musica existente pero el chico se lo ha currado para llegar a donde está y tiene un ritmillo y letras que por algun motivo me gustan (aunque no todas) esta cancion se llama "Alive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL4NFIEcoW8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OL4NFIEcoW8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2221940640270259134?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2221940640270259134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2221940640270259134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2221940640270259134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2221940640270259134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-how-its-meant-to-be.html' title='This is how it&apos;s meant to be...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1388380267460648377</id><published>2009-07-20T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:37:14.708+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone (by Ryan Huston)</title><content type='html'>Is anybody out there calling askin for me?&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody somewhere wonderin whats come of me?&lt;br /&gt;Is any mail today that I couldnt find?&lt;br /&gt;And am I in the thoughts or prayers in somebodys mind?&lt;br /&gt;And everybodys wonderin wonderin wonderin whatcha gonna gonna do with your life&lt;br /&gt;And everybodys askin askin questions but I couldnt answer to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never relate but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never related but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody out there thinking of me this time&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody still care whether or not I am fine&lt;br /&gt;I know the times are changin I dont wanna be all alone&lt;br /&gt;Will someone ever care enough to pick up a phone&lt;br /&gt;And everybodys wonderin wonderin wonderin whatcha gonna gonna do with your life&lt;br /&gt;And everybodys askin askin questions but I couldnt answer to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never relate but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never related but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never relate but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Call me uptight cuz I never related but its alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Im finding my way till the day comes when I finally know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/chsO-GlmGxc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/chsO-GlmGxc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1388380267460648377?l=themoonshinestonight.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/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8211702254390115042</id><published>2009-06-28T02:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:51:05.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>With Music Life Sucks so I Don't Want to Know How Life Would Be Without It</title><content type='html'>Leñeeeeee no he escrito aqui en una buena temporada...esque tengo menos constancia...pero bueno debo entrenarla a la poca que me queda no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues bueno empezaré por contar que al final me voy a Glasgow aunque la unica persona que me lee ya lo sabe ^^ (Aidi tqq!!!) y que la beca que solicité para Dinamarca (Aarhus o Achus como lo llamó Ad) me la han concedido!increible pero cierto, primera vez en la vida que me dan algo asi, este debe ser mi año no creeis??Amigos geniales (he descubierto ya a quienes vale la pena conservar y por quienes merece la pena luchar y a los demas que les den! Para que complicarse mas la existencia verdad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de ahí solo comentar un poco por encima que ha pasado desde la ultima vez que escribi algo o bueno mas o menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A traves de Justin y Chris conocí a Aaron, genial el chico, pasamos buenos ratos juntos, y despues debido a mi estupidez pues tambien comeduras de coco por mi parte (que no la suya por supuesto) al marcharse de viaje y tal. Volvió a USA, hablamos un par de veces pero no se no esta muy comunicativo asique pasando del tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguí curro!!en Swissport-Menzies 20hrs a la semana, no es el mejor del mundo pero algo es algo no??y bueno a decir verdad la desmotivacion pudo conmigo en los examenes, me presente a uno (que saque matricula) Y no mas, muy triste sabiendo que con que hubiera hecho un poco mas los podria haber sacado casi todos con muy buena nota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que mas que mas?no mucho la verdad porque mi vida suele ser bastante aburrida en cuanto a eventos se refiere (por qué??porque nunca pasa nada y cuando pasa es poco relevante jaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasadlo bien!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8211702254390115042?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8211702254390115042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8211702254390115042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8211702254390115042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8211702254390115042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/06/with-music-life-sucks-so-i-dont-want-to.html' title='With Music Life Sucks so I Don&apos;t Want to Know How Life Would Be Without It'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3483598137601868896</id><published>2009-02-11T11:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:47:29.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Me voy...o...no me voy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SZKslc2TgCI/AAAAAAAAANU/GdENYxlxP-I/s1600-h/uoglasgow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SZKslc2TgCI/AAAAAAAAANU/GdENYxlxP-I/s320/uoglasgow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301489470767595554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace como un mes recibi la respuesta de la Uni de Glasgow, me han aceptado y ahora me toca a mi decidir si al final me voy o no. La cosa es asi, si me voy...la carrera me abre muchas mas puertas que la que hago aqui, es Glasgow, mi inglés acabaria de perfeccionarse, viviria por i cuenta (no padres ni hermanos dando la bara), estaria haciendo lo que quiero hacer y no lo que tengo que hacer porque asi lo marca la educación española.&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado, lo único que me echa para atras a la hora de directamente aceptar es el hecho de que tendría que conseguir un trabajo para pagarme el alojamiento y gastos varios y tal como esta la economía no se si será algo facil de conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuerais yo, ¿que hariais? Necesito opiniones please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaks my loves ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3483598137601868896?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3483598137601868896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3483598137601868896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3483598137601868896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3483598137601868896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-voyono-me-voy.html' title='¿Me voy...o...no me voy?'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SZKslc2TgCI/AAAAAAAAANU/GdENYxlxP-I/s72-c/uoglasgow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-831635916241092074</id><published>2009-01-31T12:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:52:10.583+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>"Take my hand and let's dance..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Give me a reason to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and let's dance&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think I forgot how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fall asleep with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know that I am safe when you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel like I wanna feel forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls need attention, and boys need us&lt;br /&gt;So let's make everybody glad&lt;br /&gt;That they have each other in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;Oh let's make everybody glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dream away with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;We can go anywhere you would like&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel how I wanna feel forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0mc1rQG7Uc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/831635916241092074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-my-hand-and-lets-dance.html' title='&quot;Take my hand and let&apos;s dance...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1670584328857390183</id><published>2008-12-24T10:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:29:07.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The music is ringing in my ears...</title><content type='html'>Bueno bueno, hola de nuevo, he estado algun tiempo fuera de onda pero ya estoy aqui otra vez :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas últimas tres semanas han sido interesantes, el estreno de "Crepúsculo", salidas con varios...y es en esos sabados de fiesta cuando mas sorprendida me he quedado.&lt;br /&gt;Hace como 2 semanas salí con Sandra y Laura como solemos hacer primero unnos chupitos de gratis luego un vodka por aqui otro por alla con lo que las chicas acabaron un poquito...KO pero bueno acabamos en Joy (gratis que si no nada) despues de un buen rato en el Dreams, y a eso de las 6 nos marchamos a casa (cuando el padre taxista de Laura vino a buscarlas) con lo que pachin pachin me dirigí hacia Cibeles (Pta. de Alcalá en este caso porque la hora lo indicaba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba yo tan tranquila pachin pachan caminando por delante del Cuartel Gral. del Ejercito con my iPod on y la musiquilla acompañandome cuando un tipo raro se me acerca y con un fuerte acento extranjero me preguntalo siguiente (Tipo Raro = TR) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TR: "¿Se han acabado ya los pajaros?"&lt;br /&gt;YO: (Con cara de sorpresa y luego entendimiento) ¿Los Pájaros?¡Oh!¿Los Buhos? &lt;br /&gt;TR: Oh si, si eso, ¿se han acabado?&lt;br /&gt;YO: 6:30am...si seguro que si pero tienes metro &lt;br /&gt;TR: (El tio cambiando de tema) España es el pais con mas marcha del mundo, las mejores fiesta, las chicas mas guapas ...&lt;br /&gt;YO: uy si seguro si, si xD&lt;br /&gt;TR: Entonces...¿vas a tomar un taxi?&lt;br /&gt;YO: NO, No, que va.&lt;br /&gt;TR: Entonces...¿te puedo invitar a desayunar?&lt;br /&gt;YO: WO! no gracias&lt;br /&gt;TR: ¿Y una cocacola?&lt;br /&gt;YO: No, gracias en serio que estoy muy cansada y quiero ir a casa&lt;br /&gt;TR: ¿y vives sola?&lt;br /&gt;YO: hmm no&lt;br /&gt;TR: oh con tu familia&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodicho mucho borracho suelto por el mudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1670584328857390183?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7476002274377948090</id><published>2008-12-16T19:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:48:17.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>"Better Together"</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a, shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;With sepiatone loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;MMM it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of these moments&lt;br /&gt;Just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;When the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;And brings new things&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;That they'll be gone too&lt;br /&gt;Too many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way&lt;br /&gt;Into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression&lt;br /&gt;I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be&lt;br /&gt;We'll Sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmm MMMmmmm Mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories&lt;br /&gt;They look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, and when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;You look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time,&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7476002274377948090?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7476002274377948090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7476002274377948090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7476002274377948090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7476002274377948090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/12/better-together.html' title='&quot;Better Together&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-4818495704610064346</id><published>2008-12-04T16:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:31:44.719+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saint Andrew's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Ska51WuSZaI/AAAAAAAAANc/X5jS7KnytwY/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Ska51WuSZaI/AAAAAAAAANc/X5jS7KnytwY/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352169533460342178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-4818495704610064346?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4818495704610064346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=4818495704610064346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4818495704610064346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4818495704610064346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-saint-andrews-day.html' title='Happy Saint Andrew&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Ska51WuSZaI/AAAAAAAAANc/X5jS7KnytwY/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7276806164644614987</id><published>2008-11-24T10:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:51:01.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSp4-7N-QII/AAAAAAAAAL8/1tqjRExncAw/s1600-h/musicnotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSp4-7N-QII/AAAAAAAAAL8/1tqjRExncAw/s320/musicnotes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272159336234107010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Slow dancing on the boulevard&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet moments while the citys still dark&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7276806164644614987?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7276806164644614987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7276806164644614987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7276806164644614987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7276806164644614987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-bit-of.html' title='A little bit of ...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSp4-7N-QII/AAAAAAAAAL8/1tqjRExncAw/s72-c/musicnotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8178270154643593050</id><published>2008-11-23T23:39:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:25:22.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw sometimes man makes you want to yell...</title><content type='html'>Bueno Bueno ayer me di cuenta de que por mucho que me lo plantee, no soy capaz de decir que no o estar enfadada con aquellos que en algun momento he considerado mis amigos aunque se pasen la vida de putada en putada, porque los quiero demasiado y porque no tengo remedio jaja Porque aquellos a quienes he dado mi amistad deben saber que siempre estaré ahi para ellos pase lo que pase :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8178270154643593050?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8178270154643593050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8178270154643593050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8178270154643593050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8178270154643593050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/11/cos-sometimes-man-wants-to-make-you.html' title='Aw sometimes man makes you want to yell...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8657350619554435474</id><published>2008-11-18T20:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:27:41.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you read my mind?</title><content type='html'>El pasado dia 13 fue mi 20 cumpleaños...ooh que gran catastrofe pensaba antes, 20 que numero tan monstruoso, que gran cambio oh oh no que miedito!! Pero al llegar...cual fue mi sorpresa al descubrir que algo habia cambiado ciertamente pero para bien :D descubrí que aunque no siempre me de cuenta tengo algunos amigos que de verdad merecen la pena, al cumplir los 20...por fin abrí los ojos para descubrir la genialidad de algunas personas que ahora se, que estarán ahi si los necesito. Muchas gracias :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ejemplo aquí podeis ver a Aida y Adriana...a simple vista parecen gente normal como tu o coo yo pero no...no os dejeis engañar por las apariencias porque en el fondo son algo mucho mejor y mas grande, son inteligentes, divertidas y sobre todo tienen un gran corazón y las quiero mucho más de lo que jamás podría expresar. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSMTptOGudI/AAAAAAAAALs/AQNh6Cs3v0U/s1600-h/DSC01405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSMTptOGudI/AAAAAAAAALs/AQNh6Cs3v0U/s400/DSC01405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270077596187933138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuación vereis a Yuli, simplemente tan divertida y alocada que es dificil aburrirse con ella y Gülsüm que aunque sólo la conozco desde hace poco tiempo ha pasado a ser una persona muy importante para mi, siempre está ahi y me cuida mucho ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSMVmnx72JI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KHWKfQMSpmU/s1600-h/IMG_1637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSMVmnx72JI/AAAAAAAAAL0/KHWKfQMSpmU/s320/IMG_1637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270079742211250322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las siguientes en venir son Sandry &amp; Silvy, las sisters más vergonzosas que conozco aunque se pasan media vida en la tele, ellas me "salvaron" el año pasado, se han convertido en una gran parte de mi vida, sin ellas no sería lo mismo...tantos sueños en común ^^ Las quiero a morir :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como no, sería gravisimo olvidarse de mis mejores amigos, Agnes y Aaron, que aunque no viven cerca siempre saben que decir para animarme o simplemente para hacerme reir a carcajada limpia, con ellos he pasado algunos de los mejores momentos de mi vida. Siempre Juntos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A continuación quisiera hablar de Chris y Bea...el cuarteto jaja que decir. Simplemente geniales, siempre cuidandome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por supuesto mis amores platónicos, Patrik &amp; John, jaja, son especiales ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchisimas gracias a todos por estar ahi, no se que haría sin vosotros!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8657350619554435474?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8657350619554435474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8657350619554435474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8657350619554435474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8657350619554435474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-you-read-my-mind.html' title='Can you read my mind?'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SSMTptOGudI/AAAAAAAAALs/AQNh6Cs3v0U/s72-c/DSC01405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2270740700932445473</id><published>2008-11-09T22:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:55:25.409+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't mind if you don't mind...</title><content type='html'>¿Por qué tendemos a escondernos en nuestros recuerdos mas queridos?&lt;br /&gt;¿qué nos asusta del mundo para necesitar un apoyo tan grande de un pasado que no volverá para sujetarnos más que en forma de fotografías, sentimientos, delicados recuerdos ... que dificilmente podrán soportar el peso de la realidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos asusta el paso del tiempo y lo que esto conlleva, el aumento de las obligaciones, la urgencia por trabajar, familia (presión social) ... NO sabemos si estamos preparados para dar ese paso que, sin quererlo, la vida misma nos está empujando a dar, ese paso que si te descuidas puede llevarte a caer por un precipicio del que dificilmente podrás salir ... un agujero negro, sin salida, sin solución, sin marcha atrás. &lt;br /&gt;Pero ¿qué podemos hacer nosotros sino ser valientes, levantar la cabeza y dar el paso antes de ser empujados?&lt;br /&gt;Si hacemos eso, entoncés, ¿de qué tener miedo? porque es evidente que estamos listos para cualquier cosa que tenga y pueda venir :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2270740700932445473?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2270740700932445473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2270740700932445473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2270740700932445473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2270740700932445473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-mind-if-you-dont-mind.html' title='I don&apos;t mind if you don&apos;t mind...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3828566301839170140</id><published>2008-11-02T15:20:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:33:29.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say but...I miss you!</title><content type='html'>El jueves pasado por estar estudiando dansk, algunos de nosotros tuvimos entradas para un concierto de la orquesta de RTVE para el dia 30 de Octubre a las 20:00hrs. en el que participaba una famosa flautista danesa (Michala Petri. Comom buenos alumnos, nosotros acudimos a la cita para la que cada uno de nosotros (3) teniamos dos entradas (para poder ir con un acompañante)yo invité a Teresa...que para mi sorpresa *tono ironico* me volvió a dejar plantada como viene ya siendo normal en ella...y lo hizo tan tan bie que no me dio ni tiempo para avisar a otra persona de que se viniera asique me toco ir sola.&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar a casa por la noche mis padres tampoco se sorprendieron y yo estaba cansada asique me fui a dormir pero cual fue mi sorpresa a la mañana siguiente cuando mi madre me desperto con las siguientes palabras: "A ver cuando te echas un novio asi te acompaña a estas cosas" pero en que mundo de locos vivimos por favor que mi madre venga a decirme esas cosas a las 6:30 de la madrugada... por dios!!&lt;br /&gt;Incomprensible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SQ23tosUKVI/AAAAAAAAALc/yt91Sq6AoBo/s1600-h/DSCN0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SQ23tosUKVI/AAAAAAAAALc/yt91Sq6AoBo/s320/DSCN0567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264065534111263058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3828566301839170140?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3828566301839170140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3828566301839170140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3828566301839170140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3828566301839170140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-to-say-buti-miss-you.html' title='Nothing to say but...I miss you!'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SQ23tosUKVI/AAAAAAAAALc/yt91Sq6AoBo/s72-c/DSCN0567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3163919318870374100</id><published>2008-10-05T21:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:40:19.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home "Sweet" Home...</title><content type='html'>So... como ya os podeis imaginar, estoy de vuelta :S&lt;br /&gt;Hace ayer 3 semanas que regresé y aún me cuaesta estar aquí pero la cosa pinta bien...&lt;br /&gt;Despues de un par de semanas horribles por eso llamado aburrimiento y desocupación...las clases empezaron y por fin se acabó el muermo. &lt;br /&gt;El comienzo por ahora está siendo sin duda el mejor en mucho años, las clases me gustan y he conocido a algunas personas geniales con las que ya estoy empezando a pasar momentos inolvidables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún echo de menos el ambiente de Glasgow...la lluvia y las fiestas y la ciudad en si, aún echo de menos a mis otras mitades Bea y Chris, aún echo de menos el tiempo en San Diego, a Justin y aquel tiempo genial que todavía me hace sonreir de vez en cuando en esos momentos de anhelo y soledad :) y que me recuerda que todo es posible ^^, también extraño a Ryan, a Ben, a Janice, a Ahmet y los demás hommies ^^ y sobre todo extraño a mis NZ kids; pero incluso extrañandoles...se que este año será uno bueno,por fin tengo un sueño, una meta que cumplir y por la que trabajar mas duro que nunca y sin quejarme porque esa es la razon que nos mueve, los Sueños...sin ellos la vida no tiene sentido porque no tenemos una meta que alcanzar y ese es el motivo por el que tantas veces nos sentimos perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os quiero mucho compañeros amigos familia y todos los que están a mi alrededor, Sois lo mejor!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3163919318870374100?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3163919318870374100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3163919318870374100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3163919318870374100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3163919318870374100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home &quot;Sweet&quot; Home...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5220626305324986712</id><published>2008-10-05T00:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:41:09.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Simple Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I remember one time we were walking. I don't remember where and I don't remember when. I don't even remember the season. I just know that was the first time I felt like I belonged someplace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5220626305324986712?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5220626305324986712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5220626305324986712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5220626305324986712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5220626305324986712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/10/ode-to-simple-things.html' title='Ode to Simple Things...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-4749656572982193960</id><published>2008-09-12T14:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:07:34.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love isn't just about finding someone but about finding someone that completes you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SMpbfWu07xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pep_9V-IHEU/s1600-h/1196604299_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SMpbfWu07xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pep_9V-IHEU/s400/1196604299_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245105310262423314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-4749656572982193960?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4749656572982193960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=4749656572982193960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4749656572982193960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4749656572982193960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-isnt-just-about-finding-someone.html' title='Love isn&apos;t just about finding someone but about finding someone that completes you...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SMpbfWu07xI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pep_9V-IHEU/s72-c/1196604299_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5440065485828264643</id><published>2008-09-07T11:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:57:16.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De como estar mudandose cada dos semanas y de las pocas ganas de levantarse de la cama...</title><content type='html'>Bueno bueno, ayer sabado 6 de Septiembre me tocó mudarme una vez más. Firhillsick is the term i woudl use at this time. Firhill sick es una adaptación de mi amigo y ex com`pañero de piso en Firhill del tan famoso Homesick o lo que es lo mismo, echar de menos el hogar (o en nuestro caso, Firhill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este punto de la entrada os estares preguntando ya que COJONES es Firhill, pues os lo diré un antro, pero es nuestro anto, el lado positivo es que tiene unas camas comodísimas y no tienes que compartir habitación con nadie. El lado negativo; está a tomar vientos, cerquita cerquita (separada por un puente) de una de las areas mas peligrosas de Glasgow, no tiene sofá (sólo cocina, mesas y demás) Y el baño (tienes baño individual incorporado a la habitación) es tan pequeño tan pequeño que como decía el bueno de Simone: "Si eres un tio, puedes ducharte, mear y cepillarte los dientes todo al mismo tiempo" se le echa de manos y madre los pedos que se pillaba jaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno pero Firhill no ha sido el único sitio que he tenido que abandonar (a la fuerza) antes vivía en Victoria Hall, habitaciones grandes, baño privado (grande), sofás, CÉNTRICO; lo malo: Muy Muy sucio :S y un poco carop, pero aun así, se echa de menos (sobre todo el hecho de no tener que andar 45 minutos por la noche a oscuras y completamente sola jaja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero...que se le va a hacer, me queda una semana y me ha tocado mudarme de nuevo a un Hostel en el West End (la parte bohemia de la ciudad)que está bien situado para mis propósitos de esta semana...Open Day el miercoles y series de conferencias el resto de los dias, pero muy muy mal localizado para ir a ver a mis amigos que viven Downtown. La cocina de este sitio da asquito y el baño...se suponía que teniamos uno con ducha en la habitación pero ... el baño está si, la ducha...me temo que no tanto. Esta mañana cuando me tenia que levantar me he vualto a dormir porque no me sentía con fuerzas como para investigar donde cuernos me puedo dar una ducha aunque tendré que hacerlo as soon as I finish porque me siento sucia despues de ver la cantidad de bichitos que tienen por aqui...me pica todooooooooooo :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye la ducha invisible me llama!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Besitos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5440065485828264643?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5440065485828264643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5440065485828264643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5440065485828264643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5440065485828264643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-como-estar-mudandose-cada-dos.html' title='De como estar mudandose cada dos semanas y de las pocas ganas de levantarse de la cama...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7251966211971991890</id><published>2008-09-05T01:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:41:10.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed..."</title><content type='html'>Trás la pasada experiencia que podría catalogar en cierto sentido de traumática pero que en el fondo fue una de las mejores cosas que me han pasado en la vida, me ayudó a experimentar sensaciones que pensé que jamás lograría experimentar asique todo aquello pasará el resto de mis dias en mi memoria, aunque desee que todo hubiera sido diferente...es algo que no puedo ni quiero tener que olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;"When you fall in love it feels like the nice part of drinking, &lt;br /&gt;when you are a lil bit tipsy but in a very healthy way...&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a bit dizzy and very very light, &lt;br /&gt;like if you could fly"&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7251966211971991890?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7251966211971991890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7251966211971991890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7251966211971991890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7251966211971991890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting-of-two-personalities-is-like.html' title='&quot;The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2578247516079967128</id><published>2008-09-02T03:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T04:01:16.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"A life you don't live is still lost..."</title><content type='html'>He decidido que este año va ha ser un buen año, sin preocupaciones más que las normales de cualquier estudiante que se ha organizado un killer horario para mantenerse ocupado y no pensar en lo que no se debe pensar, un año de cambio pero de conservación y recuperación también. Un año de mejora :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo? No lo sé, ya se me ocurrirá algo. Quizá siendo más positiva, quizá buscando otra perspectiva del mundo, quizá encontrando unos objetivos menos utópicos, quizá confiando un poco más en mi misma y apreciando mis capacidades...No lo sé aán lo único que sé es que quiero una vida mejor, una vida especial de la que me sienta orgullosa y compartirla con aquellos a los que quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender de los errores y superar los obstaculos sin necesidad de quedarme atrapada en el pasado sin remedio ni solución y sin hundirme en las profundidades de la desesperación, confiar en que siempre habrá alguien para apoyarme en los momentos dificiles aunque no todos esten cerca, siempre estarán ahi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os quiero chicos, gracias por ser como sois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyeMhIDgBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RutBdXQdk3w/s1600-h/2d0aq2vjpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyeMhIDgBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RutBdXQdk3w/s400/2d0aq2vjpg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241238004240187410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;"Say say say say say what you wanna say...I'm gone..."&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2578247516079967128?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2578247516079967128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2578247516079967128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2578247516079967128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2578247516079967128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-you-dont-live-is-still-lost.html' title='&quot;A life you don&apos;t live is still lost...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyeMhIDgBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/RutBdXQdk3w/s72-c/2d0aq2vjpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-6685805653337416000</id><published>2008-09-02T03:16:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:39:00.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"You are only young once, but you can be immature for a lifetime..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyXU186yKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lvdPNIp-19c/s1600-h/DSC01253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyXU186yKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lvdPNIp-19c/s320/DSC01253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241230450688182434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde tiempos inmemoriales la gente ha cumplido años siempre, invariable, año tras año se es uno más viejo, esta vez le ha tocado el turno al bueno de Chris, 21 añitos que le han caido encima pero le sientan bien asique no creo que sufra ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea (su novia postiza en GLW) y yo (más yo que ella) teniamos tiempo libre y como le queremos tanto decidimos que le hibamos a organizar algo especial, por eso de estar lejos de casa, sin su novia, sin su familia ni sus amigos más cercanos, para que se sintiera mejor y tal.&lt;br /&gt;Compramos unos globos y unas pancartas y cocinamos (cociné) una cena riquisima a su gusto antes de invitar a todos sus conocidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyYzE8uRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/afmHhvASkyo/s1600-h/DSC01186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyYzE8uRUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/afmHhvASkyo/s320/DSC01186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241232069621597506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cena fue un exito, y la camiseta que diseñamos y que el resto se adjudicaron por el morro le encanto asique un 10 out of 10 por mi genialidad por una vez en la vida ^^ Me alegro tanto de que le gustara :) fue genial. Diversion y fiesta con gente que te quiere que más se puede pedir de un cumpleaños xDDDDDD oooooooooh y alarma de incendios incluida con bomberos y todo ^^ simplemente: ¡¡PERFECTO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno despues de la fiesta vinieron las lagrimas, la gente se marchaba de vuelta a sus respectivos paises, Bea, SImone, Paco...ya se les echa de menos pero we've got a DEAL xDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;El verano que viene como muy tarde nos volveremos a ver, al menos 3 de nosotros, sin falta. Y siempre nos quedará el Road-Trip ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-6685805653337416000?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6685805653337416000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=6685805653337416000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6685805653337416000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6685805653337416000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-are-only-young-once-but-you-can-be.html' title='&quot;You are only young once, but you can be immature for a lifetime...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLyXU186yKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lvdPNIp-19c/s72-c/DSC01253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-935387175330403915</id><published>2008-08-28T04:45:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:27:23.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It's Too Late...</title><content type='html'>"... &lt;font color="violet"&gt;at night you will look up at the stars. Where I live everything is so small that I cannot show you where my star is to be found. It is better, like that. My star will just be one of the stars, for you. And so you will love to watch all the stars in the heavens... they will all be your friends. And, besides, I am going to make you a present..." He laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, little prince, dear little prince! I love to hear that laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my present. Just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you alone, will have the stars as no one else has them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... you, only you, will have stars that can laugh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed again. "And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... and your friends will be properly astonished to see you laughing as you look up at the sky! Then you will say to them, ' Yes, the stars always make me laugh! ' And they will think you are crazy. It will be a very shabby trick that I shall have played on you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he laughed again. "It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh..." &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, 1943.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="darkblue"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live in that moment forever,&lt;br /&gt;In those feelings that ran through me&lt;br /&gt;when you were by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;My laughing star.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLYWYFoqckI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xlg9R9tFiA4/s1600-h/look_up_to_the_stars____by_Lovely_B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLYWYFoqckI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xlg9R9tFiA4/s200/look_up_to_the_stars____by_Lovely_B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399819577553474" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"... I stare up at the stars&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder just where you are&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You feel a million miles away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder just where you are)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something I never did?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Was it something I did?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone tell me what to say to just make you stay? ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLYaZCwTLWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pBaeOXX3l3g/s1600-h/records.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLYaZCwTLWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pBaeOXX3l3g/s320/records.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239404234030656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"... We don't have to talk about&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The ones that we can't live without &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause everybody needs somebody&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just an ordinary pain ..." &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life you dont live is still lost&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-935387175330403915?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/935387175330403915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=935387175330403915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/935387175330403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/935387175330403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-its-too-late.html' title='Before It&apos;s Too Late...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SLYWYFoqckI/AAAAAAAAAJY/xlg9R9tFiA4/s72-c/look_up_to_the_stars____by_Lovely_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3600956851768132268</id><published>2008-08-13T03:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T04:26:43.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it sweet ^^</title><content type='html'>...Silence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;: You kissed me first. *He says with a smile on his face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;: NO WAY!Well ok, maybe. and so what? You kissed me back! *She smiles back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;: Liar!!I didn't! :P *He's teasing her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;: :O Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;: Ok, I have to admit it was the worst lie ever :D I did kiss you back ^^ *He looks at her with his amazing big eyes and that huge sweet smile she loves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...He holds her hand sweetly and they laugh. They keep that way till they arrive to her place. He embraces her tightly and kisses her forehead. He seems not to want to let her go. His friend is waiting for him so they hurry up, the people is waiting for them, his friend wants to go home. He kisses her softly and leaves to never be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SKJEDrzgM6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7w68sq_o1I/s1600-h/vxz2nr1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SKJEDrzgM6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7w68sq_o1I/s200/vxz2nr1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233820547046978466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3600956851768132268?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3600956851768132268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3600956851768132268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3600956851768132268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3600956851768132268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/isnt-it-sweet.html' title='Isn&apos;t it sweet ^^'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SKJEDrzgM6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/y7w68sq_o1I/s72-c/vxz2nr1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7975856557889888590</id><published>2008-08-13T03:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T03:45:44.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap, it's haunting me!...</title><content type='html'>Son las 3AM y no puedo dormir, cada vez que cierro los ojos regresan aquellas imagenes, las imagenes de ese ultimo instante, ese ultimo beso, que aunque no quise aceptar supo a despedida, tan dulce y cariñoso...una disculpa por los dias que vendrían, arrepentimiento por lo que esa decisión iba a causar, la nostalgia, el sentimiento de vacio, la soledad tras esos momentos de cercanía sobrenatural, de complicidad juvenil...un recuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7975856557889888590?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7975856557889888590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7975856557889888590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7975856557889888590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7975856557889888590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/crap-its-haunting-me.html' title='Crap, it&apos;s haunting me!...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1030320983079851606</id><published>2008-08-06T18:13:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:35:55.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's alive, ALIVEEEE!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Bueno bueno hoy me he levantado con ganas de escribir :)&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es mi ultimo dia en la maravillosa city of San Diego, la voy a extrañar, lo se.&lt;br /&gt;Me ha atrapado en sus redes de encanto y no me dejará marchar ^^ &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SJnOV12c3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RZPLR8fjpvs/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SJnOV12c3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RZPLR8fjpvs/s200/DSC00562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439316795579986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acerca de mis delirios pasados y mis momentos de bajeza emocional...he de decir que hoy me encuentro mejor que nunca y eso que no ha contestado pero aun asi me he dado cuenta de cuan amazing amigos tengo y cuanto me alegro de que estén ahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Agnes&lt;/u&gt;, que harís yo sin ti y sin tus consejos que abririan los ojos de alguien que no tiene ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aaron&lt;/u&gt;, siempre consigues que me sienta comfortable y me haces reir :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;John&lt;/u&gt;, que decir de ti, siempre apareces cuando se te necesita ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tabi&amp;Sergiu&lt;/u&gt;, my family fuera de casa.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SJnRsa6KjFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YWtPQbj0pEU/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SJnRsa6KjFI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/YWtPQbj0pEU/s200/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231443003235273810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jh&lt;/u&gt;, jeje esos momentos de locura que hemos pasado juntos...siempre estaran conmigo. tQ peque (K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nils&lt;/u&gt;, woho estas loco colega pero aun asi...que sería de mi mundo sin ti ^^ fiesta en navidad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mariela&lt;/u&gt;, acabo de conocerte pero aun asi eres genial, el apoyo moral no lo olvidaré nunca. Y ese road trip queda pendiente ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aidi&lt;/u&gt;, tan mona ella siempre :) siempre está lista para ayudar a la gente que la rodea y eso la hace pasar a ser una de las mejores personas que conozco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Elena, Jazmin &amp; Vic&lt;/u&gt;, la locura las rodea y eso las hace tan especiales, sin ellas tres no se como hubiera sido mi primer año de filo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ruben&lt;/u&gt;, ultimo pero no peor, mi mejor amigo en todos los sentidos, puede que no siempre esté ahi pero esta cuando se le necesita. Le quiero mogollon y espero no perderle nunca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1030320983079851606?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1030320983079851606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1030320983079851606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1030320983079851606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1030320983079851606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-alive-aliveeee.html' title='It&apos;s alive, ALIVEEEE!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SJnOV12c3lI/AAAAAAAAAII/RZPLR8fjpvs/s72-c/DSC00562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5807589453109203144</id><published>2008-08-04T05:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:23:34.374+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In this moment I'm Lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBIJBAhvVHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bBIJBAhvVHU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take those memories that are haunting me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5807589453109203144?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5807589453109203144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5807589453109203144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5807589453109203144'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Lucky...la canta Jason Mraz con la genial Colbie Caillat.&lt;br /&gt;Magnifico dueto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta canción me gusta, &lt;br /&gt;por el significado,&lt;br /&gt;enamorarse,&lt;br /&gt;de alguien en quien uno&lt;br /&gt;puede confiar,&lt;br /&gt;por quien uno daria la vida,&lt;br /&gt;alguien a quien uno&lt;br /&gt;confiaría su propia vida &lt;br /&gt;si fuera necesario, &lt;br /&gt;alguien que te hace sentir&lt;br /&gt;segura,&lt;br /&gt;agusto, &lt;br /&gt;comfortable cuando te abraza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que aunque simplemente os &lt;br /&gt;acabeis de conocer,&lt;br /&gt;sientas que algo ha hecho,&lt;br /&gt;click,&lt;br /&gt;algo bonito ha pasado,&lt;br /&gt;algo que nunca creiste que pasaría,&lt;br /&gt;algo que siempre soñaste,&lt;br /&gt;y que ha resultado ser incluso mejor&lt;br /&gt;de lo que pensabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te mantiene despierta,&lt;br /&gt;te ha cambiado,&lt;br /&gt;ya no eres la misma que &lt;br /&gt;solias ser.&lt;br /&gt;Te sientes bien.&lt;br /&gt;Diferente,&lt;br /&gt;pero bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego te come por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;lo necesitas pero no lo tienes,&lt;br /&gt;es como una droga,&lt;br /&gt;pero mucho mas dificil de conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Solo queda esperar que llame,&lt;br /&gt;o que quiera contestar,&lt;br /&gt;o aparecer, o volver,&lt;br /&gt;o darse cuenta de que si me quedo...&lt;br /&gt;es por él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras esta loca paranoia que me ha entrado en esta solitaria noche de sabado, sin poder salir por ni haber cumplido los puñeteros 21, queriendo pasar mi tiempo con alguien especial pero no siendo posible, con el movil junto a mi deseando que llame pero sabiendo que no escribirá ni un triste mensaje, deseando que vuelva, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estupido porque solo fue un dia, un maravilloso y mágico dia que hubiera deseado que nunca acabara y que ahora se repite en mi cabeza como si sólo hubiera sido un sueño, pero sé que no lo fue, fue tan real como la vida misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1140878967118908371?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1140878967118908371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1140878967118908371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1140878967118908371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1140878967118908371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-you-hear-meim-talking-to-youacross.html' title='Can you hear me...I&apos;m talking to you...across the water...across the deep blue ocean...under the open sky...oh my...baby I&apos;m trying...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8010575097791023393</id><published>2008-08-02T20:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:07:14.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces la gente debe abandonar el paraiso, para darse cuenta de que estaba en él...</title><content type='html'>Bueno buen :) que tal todo, se que hace mucho que no escribo nada pero he estado un poco ocupadilla, tengo poco tiempo para demasiadas cosas interesantes que hacer y es triste porque si de mi dependiera, y tuviera el dinero, me quedaría en San Diego hasta el final del verano para poder investigar cada rincon y cada curva, es una ciudad fascinante, y siempre se encuentra algo que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno os contare como ha ido la cosa desde que llegué el viernes de hace una semana.&lt;br /&gt;El avión...retrasado asique en Dallas me toco correr desde la terminal A a la B que por cierto son raras porque la C esta entre medias :S pero llegué ^^&lt;br /&gt;El vuelo fue bien, aburridillo pero bien, llegamos en hora y la maleta...LLEGÓ TAMBIÉN :OO increible.&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle service to Lucky D's Hostel en 8th ave. and Market St. al principio da muy mala impresion, sucio y tal pero al final acabé cojendole cariño, es familiar y acojedor y gracias a una de las chicas de alli (fue su cumpleaños) conocí a un monton de gente alucinante, &amp;hearts;Justin&amp;hearts;, Ben, Janice...fue una noche increible, aun me pregunto si fue real o no, porque no me lo creo.&lt;br /&gt;Alli pase solo un par de noches pero aun asi cambió todo por completo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El domingo me tuve que mudar a otro hostel, a dos manzanas con todos mis bartulos y toda la pesca, es mas agradable a la vista y tal pero es mas frio porque es mas grande y tal pero aun asi la gente es genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que he llegado han pasado tantas cosas...alucinantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El azar se ha convertido en mi compañero de viaje asique ya no puedo decir que viaje sola, cada dia conozco montones de peña por la calle con la que me paso el dia descubriendo sitios nuevos y aprendiendo cosas nuevas, me he dado cuenta de cuan equivocados están todos esos que dicen conoces USA por la cantidad de peliculas que han visto, no se parence en nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Los Angeles...es un Monstruo, lleno de gente grosera y mal educada. &lt;br /&gt;-Las Playas...(San Diego) Bonitas pero nada del otro mundo aunque claro despues de las de NZ cualquier playa me parecera una tonteria :P&lt;br /&gt;-SeaWorld...WOW es genial, divertido y super entretenido :)&lt;br /&gt;-Zoo,Balboa Park &amp; Museums...Aun no he ido mas que algun museo pero una varieda increible y gratis los martes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya subiré fotillos cuando las pase al ordenador :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dudes&amp;Dudettes...I'll see ya round :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8010575097791023393?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8010575097791023393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8010575097791023393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8010575097791023393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8010575097791023393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/08/veces-la-gente-debe-abandonar-el.html' title='A veces la gente debe abandonar el paraiso, para darse cuenta de que estaba en él...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7782088354749734270</id><published>2008-07-22T21:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:17.702+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the House of Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIY0tX6dD8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/isazqM2Qtpg/s1600-h/DSC00485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIY0tX6dD8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/isazqM2Qtpg/s320/DSC00485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225922371727986626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenidos chicos y chicas a mi (nuestro, mio y de otros 9 más) rincón particular, un tour por la habitación de las chicas...al fondo podemos observar mi colchóneta, al lado la de mi compañera Tabi y a los pies en diagonal la de la Polaca cabrona que solo sabe incordiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El resto del apartamento no es muy diferente, 2 habitaciones pequeñas con 2 y 3 personas en cada una y 2 personas mas en la sala de estar/salon/comedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIY0_-HIUEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kIBkijcZ1h4/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIY0_-HIUEI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kIBkijcZ1h4/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225922691219345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decidido llamarlo el ZULO porque es lo que me parece no creeis??es total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este pueblo...MIDLAND...todos son unos marcianos, parece una secta...DIOS ES TU SEÑOR...esas coosas se ven escritas por la calle en lugar de los graffitis normales que se ven en cualquier ciudad/pueblo/villa normal. Estan locos!!!!!!! 250 Iglesias de diferentes tipos, estilos, colores y religiones, yo creo que hay mas iglesias que personas. &lt;br /&gt;Mis compañeros de piso son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tabi&amp;Sergiu (Rumania) Baptistas&lt;br /&gt;-Ahmet (Turquía) Presbiteriano&lt;br /&gt;-Gokhan (Turquía) Ateo&lt;br /&gt;-Enas (Turquía) Musulmán&lt;br /&gt;-Mariouz&amp;Moniki&amp;Ania (Polonia) Catolicos&lt;br /&gt;-Alexey (Rusia) Ortodoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno un batido...Ayer, Tabi&amp;Sergiu trajeron a una "amiga" (tiene sus buenos 65 años) que conocieron en la iglesia, tenia  muchisima vitalidad y parecia una misionera, no hubo una sola frase en que no soltara algo relacionado con dios o jesucristo, y luego nos invitó a todos a su iglesia...uno de los chicos con los que estaba era musulmán, se lo dijo y aun así ella intentó presionarle para que fuera a su iglesia :S&lt;br /&gt;El chico...porque no entendió ni papa que si no se la come viva jajaja y luego me toco el turno a mi...cuando la dije que era atea...bueno me soltó la biblia en verso y que tarde o temprano entenderé que dios es mi salvador y que gracias a el estoy hoy aqui...me entraron ganas de soltarle: "Pues si es así que estoy hoy aquí gracias a el pues entonces que cabrónazo no porque la situación está jodida por aquí"&lt;br /&gt;Al ratito me agarró del brazo (me acojoné porque no sabia que iba a hacer) y empezó a rezar por mi y porque un dia de estos deje a Dios nuestro señor entrar en mi corazón y encuentre la luz y la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo respeto siempre que se me respete y yo no estoy obligando a nadie a dejar de creer asique que no me intenten imponer una creencia que no comparto ni compartiré nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasando a otro tema...esta noche una de nuestras queridas mascotas (moscas e insectos variados) ha decidido que yo tenia que estar muy rica y se ha puesto hasta las botas :OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que por ahora es todo en mi aburrida vida a punto de acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tarde subire las fotos ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besotes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7782088354749734270?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7782088354749734270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7782088354749734270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7782088354749734270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7782088354749734270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome-to-house-of-fun.html' title='Welcome to the House of Fun...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIY0tX6dD8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/isazqM2Qtpg/s72-c/DSC00485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-595846343837546909</id><published>2008-07-22T19:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:17.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living through photographs...</title><content type='html'>"Estoy viviendo de los recuerdos de un ayer que no volverá...para llegar a un mañana que tarda demasiado en venir."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIYWFynfbXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bQmSNP-t6sg/s1600-h/100_3823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIYWFynfbXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bQmSNP-t6sg/s320/100_3823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225888706352606578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ayer mientras limpiaba una habitación tenian la TV on y estaban poniendo una entrevista a Dolores O'Riordan y me acorde de ti :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besitos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-595846343837546909?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/595846343837546909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=595846343837546909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/595846343837546909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/595846343837546909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/living-through-photographs.html' title='Living through photographs...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SIYWFynfbXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bQmSNP-t6sg/s72-c/100_3823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-6373957954188877471</id><published>2008-07-19T19:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:41:31.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Post para...Aidi ^^</title><content type='html'>Hoy me siento con ganas de escribir un post para ti sobre como va la cosa por aqui jaja :P&lt;br /&gt;Por las mañanas me levanto y voy a trabajar limpiando retretes yuhuuuuuuuuu interesante eh :P luego vuelvo a casa y, una de dos, o como o me siento al ordenador :S deprimente eh pero en el trascurso del tiempo me he organizado lo que queda de verano...&lt;br /&gt;En 5 dias me voy de aqui!!YAY con el siguiente itinerario:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-25 Julio; San Diego hasta el 1 Agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 Agosto; Los Angeles-Santa Monica (by train) hasta el 4 Agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4 Agosto; Toronto, Canada!!Por fin :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-8 Agosto; cojo un avión a Londres que aterrizará a eso de las 7am del 9 Agosto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-9 Agosto; Londres porque tengo que esperar hasta el 10 a las 20:20 para coger el siguiente avión a Glasgow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 Agosto; de vuelta en Glasgow y hasta que me quede sin pelas o me tenga que volver porque empiezan las clases ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-10 Septiembre; University of Glasgow Open Day!! Para ver como será la cosa si me aceptan:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos un dia más o un dia menos...como lo prefieras :)&lt;br /&gt;Asique...pronto estaré de vuelta in Good Old Europe a la que admiro cada dia más ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luv U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que estes pasando un buen verano...y que me vengas a visitar a Glasgow ^^ &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-6373957954188877471?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6373957954188877471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=6373957954188877471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6373957954188877471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6373957954188877471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-paraaidi.html' title='Post para...Aidi ^^'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2989520271549912352</id><published>2008-07-17T06:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:11:34.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold You In My Arms...</title><content type='html'>When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to see you'd been crying&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everywhere you turn catastrophe it reigns&lt;br /&gt;But who really profits from the dying&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions&lt;br /&gt;My worried mind that you quiet&lt;br /&gt;Place your hands on my face&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and say&lt;br /&gt;That love is a poor man's food&lt;br /&gt;Don't prophesize&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;And I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we see how it is&lt;br /&gt;This fist begets the spear&lt;br /&gt;Weapons of war&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms of madness&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your eyes refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your ears refuse to hear&lt;br /&gt;Or you ain't never going to shake this sense of sadness&lt;br /&gt;I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold on forever&lt;br /&gt;And I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I could hold on forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2989520271549912352?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2989520271549912352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2989520271549912352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2989520271549912352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2989520271549912352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-you-in-my-arms.html' title='Hold You In My Arms...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2565987079164698224</id><published>2008-07-12T04:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:42:01.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and memories fade away but music like photographs reamain with us forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkKxGzm98AU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nkKxGzm98AU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os preguntareis...que hace esta cancion aqui, y con este titulo, pues es sencillo, no puedo escuchar esta canción una sola vez sin que me recuerde a una persona maravillosa a la que echo tremedemente de menos y a la que me gustaria volver a a ver aunque sea una sola vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&amp;A...70 and still with our dancing shoes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2565987079164698224?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2565987079164698224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2565987079164698224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2565987079164698224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2565987079164698224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-fades-away-but-music-like-photos.html' title='Love and memories fade away but music like photographs reamain with us forever...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7744734221091272762</id><published>2008-07-02T04:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T04:53:02.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Más vale tarde que nunca...</title><content type='html'>Como siempre solemos decir por estos lares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dia 28 fue el cumpleaños de una persona a la que admiro y quiero con toda el alma, es uno de los chicos más encantadores y maravillosos y al que agradezco tantas cosas, no se que sería de mi sin él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez hablamos menos y eso me duele pero aun tengo la esperanza de no perderle jamás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por todo y que sepas que te quiero y hecho de menos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(K=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7744734221091272762?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7744734221091272762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7744734221091272762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7744734221091272762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7744734221091272762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/07/ms-vale-tarde-que-nunca.html' title='Más vale tarde que nunca...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-376995446256529208</id><published>2008-06-27T16:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:11:41.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>News From The Front...</title><content type='html'>bueno pues ya estoy aquí...mi tercer dia...y con ganas de llorar y gritar, fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanté a las 4am para ir al aeropuerto a hacer el check-in 2 horas antes (el vuelo era a las 7am) lo cogí con 10 minutos de retraso pero sin problemas. Llegue a LHR a eso de las 8:30am (hora de Londres)e hice la escatl a terminal 4...me quedaban como 2 horas de espera asique me comí un sandwich y esperé. Cogí el avion puntual y nada 10 horas hasta Dallas (llegando alli sobre las 5am y cogiendo el siguiente bus a Midland "Gorge Arbusto's Town" a las 7:40am) y despues otras 5 horas más. A eso de las 2:50pm me recogieron...desearia que no lo hubieran hecho sinceramente. A todo esto lo unico que comi en estos dias fueron 2 bolsitas de lais y una de skittles. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al llegar al apartamento, me tiraron alli como una bolsa de basura y me digeron "en 2 horas vendrá (nombre ruso a rellenar aqui) y te contara las cosas". como os podeis imaginar nadie aparecio hasta pasadas las 9 de la noche. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muebles en el apartamento: 7 colchonetas (de esas de las de camping) para 8 personas.&lt;br /&gt;una cutre mesa con 5 sillas (para 8 que somos ahora), cocina sin nada para cocinar excepto fogones, no sabanas ni mantas ni almoadas (si queremos esos lujor tenemos que comprarnoslos)y creo que ya esta todo. Aparttamento de lujo!!A que si :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bueno nos quejamos y nos dicen que claro nadie va a querer dormir con nuestra almohada usada cuando nos volvamos a casa (pero no han estado nunca en un hotel o que?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ir a hacer la compra tenemos que pedirles que nos lleven, si no aparecen en todo el dia nos quedamos en casa porque no hay nada que hacer y no se puede ir andando a ningun sitio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Ya no somos 8.....ayer a las 4 de la mañana nos despertaron a todos para reorganizarnos y meter a mas gente...13 ahora wooooooo y seguimos sin cacerolas ni sartenes, nada con que cocinar (solo platos y tenedores) y ya que deciros de almohada o sabanas...dormimos directamente sobre el colchon de aire (aquellos que tienen uno porque yo aun estoy esperando el mio...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo seguire Updateando segun pase el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. La suerte no me acompaña...&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Sueños recurrentes Aidi...Sueños recurrentes...:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-376995446256529208?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/376995446256529208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=376995446256529208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/376995446256529208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/376995446256529208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/news-from-front.html' title='News From The Front...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5734076761437333938</id><published>2008-06-19T19:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:59:40.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'll tell you a lil story...</title><content type='html'>Once Upon A Time there was a weird girl who met a weird guy, at first she thought he was the worst thing ever cos he was kind of annoying but after a few hours she realized how wrong she was. It was astonishing how perfectly well They got along and how fast it happened. After that day long times of talks, laugh and complicity followed, imaginary dances and fantastical walks, they were, as she was starting to think, made for each other. &lt;br /&gt;Some time passed and they started a relationship without even realise it, they needed, wanted each other, but over all loved and cared for each other. &lt;br /&gt;Everything was perfect till that day, they said as per usual good night after a loooong time of not wanting to go with the promise of meeting up next day as always, but he never showed up again, she waited... 1 day, 2 days ... till the 7th day he showed up again, he said he had a big fight, got sent out of home and had to live with her grand mum for some time, had a broken arm and a black eye plus his beloved laptop got broken. After that and for no reason he never talked to her again.&lt;br /&gt;She spent some days first, later weeks and now months waiting and hoping he would return, hoping that this "love" was something real but as time passed by she started losing her hope but still her love for him was there.&lt;br /&gt;She dream day after day and night after night that one day they will see each other again, that fate would bring them together where they belonged. &lt;br /&gt;She was crazy, stupid, It will never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5734076761437333938?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5734076761437333938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5734076761437333938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5734076761437333938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5734076761437333938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-ill-tell-you-lil-story.html' title='So I&apos;ll tell you a lil story...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2491728106996515743</id><published>2008-06-13T09:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:27:21.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So I bid you Farewell my little friends...</title><content type='html'>Con todo el dolor de mi corazón aquí os escribo my (probablemente) penúltimo post antes de abandonaros...suerte la mia eh? &lt;br /&gt;Me he tirado toda la mañana terminando la maleta, con la sensación de que me faltaba algo...aún sigo intentando averiguar que es y esa sensación me está volviendo loca pero bueno cuando lo necesite ya me enteraré qué es lo que me faltaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer fuimos de cena de fin de curso/celebración de cumpleaños de Elena y Jazmín/despedida de Henar, sin Jazmín porque no pudo venir. Fue un poco triste, para mi por lo menos, porque mucha gente que me hubiera gustado ver no pudo venir por unos motivos u otros pero aun así, Vicky, Elena y Yo conseguimos pasarlo bien :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero, y debido a nuestra horrible indecisión y "gracias" a Vicky y su fijación por leer los carteles publicitarios acabamos cenando en el KFC (Una y no más santo tomás, ewwwww cuanta grasuña junta, un aceitazo guarro ewww sólo de recordarlo me pongo mala) pero nos reimos de lo lindo, Vicky tocandose la naríz con la lengua y Elena y yo intentando imitarla mientras un tipo raro se acerca, mete la cabeza por el hueco y nos dice algo que ninguna de nosotras entendemos :S baaaaaaahhaaaaaaaaahhaaaaaa y claro nuestras paranoias habituales xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues subimos por Hortaleza hasta el Sedna un mini pub/bar/teteria muy agradable entre Alonso y Tribunal y trás pedir nuestras bebidas (cerveza de sandía y zumo de frutas du bois?) pedímos el Scatergories y ala a jugarrr!! Hicimos un rato el chorras y después otro rato más con las foticos ^^ Ya subire alguna jeje que estan muy chulas xDDDDd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay mis besuguitos como os voy a echar de menos :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os quiero!!&lt;br /&gt;Besitos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidi!!Cuando vuelva te escribo para quedar para lo del dia 23 ok??^^&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaos mucho!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2491728106996515743?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2491728106996515743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2491728106996515743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2491728106996515743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2491728106996515743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-i-bid-you-farewell-my-little-friends.html' title='So I bid you Farewell my little friends...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8600434422756298012</id><published>2008-06-10T21:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:32:21.355+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time...</title><content type='html'>"El ser humano es un ser solitario que busca el mas minimo roce para conectar con otros".- Agente Booth a la Dra. Brennan (Bones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya esta aqui el veranito (aunque no se note mucho por eso de la lluvia) pero no sin antes traer los consiguientes exámenes finales y estreses pre y post estudio...ganas de gritar y tirarse de los pelos porque...por qué los profesores tienen que ser tan cabrones (excuse my french como diría mi querido Rob), exámenes en Sabado, preguntas trampa...pero si parece que lo que quieren es que no aprobemos!!!&lt;br /&gt;Son seres amargados o qué??porque si no, no me lo explico. Aunque por supuesto no todos pueden ir en el mismo saco, sería una injusticia poco justa y sun sentido :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me abuuuuuuurro&lt;br /&gt;mi cabeza duele :S&lt;br /&gt;ya se que da igual pero pense que a lo mejor si lo escribia dejaba de doler jeje ^^&lt;br /&gt;besitos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8600434422756298012?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8600434422756298012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8600434422756298012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8600434422756298012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8600434422756298012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-9022439437385923368</id><published>2008-06-09T10:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:46:08.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who said..."</title><content type='html'>oooh por qué por qué? que he echo yo para que me pasen estas cosas??:( esque siempre es lo mismo...vaya dia de mierda, despues de pasarme ayer toda la tarde/noche currando (x2) hoy me levanto para ir a hablar con la profa de Prosa :/ no pasa nada pero no se me da coraje tener que ir a decirla que no he podido acabar lo que me pidio y que necesito un poquito mas de tiempo, despues y a todo esto lloviendo y sin paraguas ni capucha ni nada me vuelvo para casa estoy cansada...hablo un ratillo con Aaron pero solo me pone de peor humor porque se rie de mi :(&lt;br /&gt;mientras tanto me entero que OneRepublic viene a Madrid con tan mala pata que es justo cuando estoy en Escocia....y solo son las 10 de la mañana :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"paren el mundo que me quiero bajar (o mejor no lo paren que ya salto yo)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-9022439437385923368?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/9022439437385923368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=9022439437385923368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/9022439437385923368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/9022439437385923368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-said.html' title='&quot;Who said...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3511660364592369059</id><published>2008-06-07T13:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:53:27.251+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciencia'/><title type='text'>La Tª de Kevin Bacon o de los 6 Grados de separación</title><content type='html'>Para todos aquellos que no saben a lo que me refiero al hablar de la teoría de Kevin Bacon (más conocida como la teoría de los seis grados de separación) explicaré que es una teoría que dice, o intenta demostrar al menos, que todos y cada uno de los seres humanos que componen la población mundial están interconectados de alguna manera y que cada uno de nosotros está separado de otro por como máximo 6 personas, es decir entre yo y tu tia por ejemplo, estás tu, por lo tanto es una sola persona pero eso mismo sucede con cualquiera, famoso, desconocido, rico, pobre...osea que si la teoría es cierta, entre yo y Johnny Depp solamente habrá 6 personas es decir que alguien que conozco yo (1), conoce a alguien (2), que conoce a otro/a (3), que es amigo/a de otro (4), y este familia de otro (5) que al final es conocido de Johnny. WOW &lt;br /&gt;Viendo la vida de esta manera...se podria decir que...es cierto (falso) eso de que todo es posible si se tienen los contactos adecuados, ya que en realidad todos tendríamos casi los mismos contactos pero de forma diferente. :P&lt;br /&gt;Casi casi como en esa peli titulada...Cadena de favores?puede ser esa??oh por cierto deberiais intentar ver la pelicula Into The Wild de Sean Penn es alucinante  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un buen ejemplo de esto es Aidi ^^ (que mona ella) y nuestro caso "Globo" xDDD que os contaré en otro momento porque creo que me he quedado sin tiempo, cumple de mi primico que ya se nos empieza a hacer mayor wua wua wua y a ver a mi querido Indy ^^&lt;br /&gt;Que por cierto me recuerda a mis dias en mi querida Suecia con Patrik mahahaha que dias aquellos y eso que no hace ni un año. &lt;br /&gt;Bexacos Locuelos!!pasad un finde fantastico que ya falta menos ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3511660364592369059?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3511660364592369059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3511660364592369059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3511660364592369059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3511660364592369059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-t-de-kevin-bacon-o-de-los-6-grados.html' title='La Tª de Kevin Bacon o de los 6 Grados de separación'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1817536815890060341</id><published>2008-06-06T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:19.245+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turismo'/><title type='text'>"I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly..."</title><content type='html'>Bueno, bueno ya estamos aqui de nuevo. ¿que puedo contaros hoy? Oh si jeje ya tengo news del viaje a USA, el dia 19 tuve la entrevista en la embajada (que tocapelotas por dios!!) por fin esa parte ya está acabada porque...tachán!...el mismo dia recibí los documentos que me faltaban para poder solicitar el visado YAY y en tres dias, y antes de recibir el "acuse de recibo", me devolvieron mi bonito pasaporte sin el cual me siento desnuda y ... voilà, el preciado visado J1 ya está en mi poder ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado ya queda menos para el maravilloso viaje a Escocia con Eva :) es lo que más ilusión me hace de todas las vacaciones de este año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHL2x3IonI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xNYlgm3pRCg/s1600-h/800px-Flag_of_Scotland_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHL2x3IonI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xNYlgm3pRCg/s320/800px-Flag_of_Scotland_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202163186547597938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se pero tengo la sensación de que esto es así porque en el fondo tengo la esperanza de que si voy a Glasgow veré a Robert, no os podeis ni imaginar cuanto le echo de menos :( no sé, como que mi vida no es la misma pero bueno se fué, supongo que sus razones tendría para hacer lo que hizo, pero eso no quita que aún le quiero y que le extraño muchisimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero dejemonos de melancolias y tristezas peregrinas y pasemos a lo interesante ^^&lt;br /&gt;os contaré el recorrido general, aun no están completamente decididas las visitas diarias pero si donde estaremos y cuando :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHMsx3IooI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i4K1SS3iEiI/s1600-h/easyjet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHMsx3IooI/AAAAAAAAAFY/i4K1SS3iEiI/s200/easyjet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202164114260533890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado 14 de Junio cogemos un avión de EZY a EDI a las 14:50, llegaremos alli sobre las 16:40 hora de Reino Unido y corriendo nos iremos a la estación central a coger el tren que en unas horitas nos llevará de camino al norte, a Inverness a donde llegaremos a eso de las 23:13hrs y dormiremos en el youth hostel, tempranito por la mañana (dia 15) nos levantaremos y daremos una vuelta por el pueblo y nos marcharemos a Curlain donde haremos una ruta a unas cascadas y por la noche a dormir...en un auténtico castillo escocés!!!seguro que con fantasmas y todo :OO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHNlR3IopI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iHB_1TQz0-o/s1600-h/Carbisdale%2BCastle%2B02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHNlR3IopI/AAAAAAAAAFg/iHB_1TQz0-o/s200/Carbisdale%2BCastle%2B02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202165084923142802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dia 16 nos levantaremos (como viene siendo lo normal en el ser humano) y bajaremos a famoso Lago Ness donde pasaremos el dia, y la NOCHE :) el 17 echaremos otro vistacillo en busca de Nessie (Dani si le veo le doy un besito de tu parte ^^ lo prometo) y despues seguiremos el recorrido hasta Glasgow donde pasaremos los siguientes dias (18 y 19), que ganas tengo de llegar alli :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 19 visitaremos Stirling y despues cogeremos un tren a Edinburgo donde pasaremos los ultimos 2/3 dias esperando a coger el avion de EZY de vuelta a las 17:00 con llegada a Madrid a eso de las 21:00hrs, y el dia siguiente a trabajar jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues eso es todo, nuestro viaje y mi historia, ya os contaré con algo más de detalle cuando regrese porque antes lo veo un poco complicado :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaos mucho!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1817536815890060341?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1817536815890060341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1817536815890060341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1817536815890060341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1817536815890060341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-spread-my-wings-and-ill-learn-how_06.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll spread my wings and I&apos;ll learn how to fly...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SDHL2x3IonI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xNYlgm3pRCg/s72-c/800px-Flag_of_Scotland_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5149033718296984786</id><published>2008-06-05T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:19.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><title type='text'>"La libélula vaga de una vaga ilusión..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SEgxhSsWMRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZDjfCA5k_M/s1600-h/triste1copialy6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208467417077264658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SEgxhSsWMRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/9ZDjfCA5k_M/s200/triste1copialy6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo nunca he sido mucho de poesia ni de literatura española (salvo algunas excepciones y aun sabiendo que hay grandisimos autores y obras) porque nunca he conseguido pillarle el puntillo y eso de que fuera obligado leerlos en el colegio, siendo yo, tampoco ha ayudado mucho, ya, ya se que es ridículo pero siempre me han tirado más las novelas de misterio y los cuentos de hadas, siempre se me ha dado bien eso de soñar ... aun asi esta gran obra, siempre ha despertado mi más profunda admiración. Espero que disfruteis tanto como yo la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sonatina&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(por Rubén Darío)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;La princesa está triste... ¿qué tendrá la princesa?&lt;br /&gt;Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa,&lt;br /&gt;que ha perdido la risa, que ha perdido el color.&lt;br /&gt;La princesa está pálida en su silla de oro,&lt;br /&gt;está mudo el teclado de su clave sonoro&lt;br /&gt;y en un vaso, olvidada, se desmaya una flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El jardín puebla el triunfo de los pavos reales.&lt;br /&gt;Parlanchina, la dueña, dice cosas banales&lt;br /&gt;y vestido de rojo piruetea el bufón.&lt;br /&gt;La princesa no ríe, la princesa no siente;&lt;br /&gt;la princesa persigue por el cielo de Oriente&lt;br /&gt;la libélula vaga de una vaga ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;¿Piensa acaso en el príncipe de Golconda o de China,&lt;br /&gt;o en el que ha detenido su carroza argentina&lt;br /&gt;para ver de sus ojos la dulzura de luz,&lt;br /&gt;o en el rey de las islas de las rosas fragantes,&lt;br /&gt;o en el que es soberano de los claros diamantes,&lt;br /&gt;o en el dueño orgulloso de las perlas de Ormuz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay!, la pobre princesa de la boca de rosa&lt;br /&gt;quiere ser golondrina, quiere ser mariposa,&lt;br /&gt;tener alas ligeras, bajo el cielo volar;&lt;br /&gt;ir al sol por la escala luminosa de un rayo,&lt;br /&gt;saludar a los lirios con los versos de mayo&lt;br /&gt;o perderse en el viento sobre el trueno del mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiere el palacio ni la rueca de plata,&lt;br /&gt;ni el halcón encantado, ni el bufón escarlata,&lt;br /&gt;ni los cisnes unánimes en el lago de azur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y están tristes las flores por la flor de la corte;&lt;br /&gt;los jazmines de Oriente, los nelumbos del Norte,&lt;br /&gt;de Occidente las dalias y las rosas del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;¡Pobrecita princesa de los ojos azules!&lt;br /&gt;¡Está presa en sus oros, está presa en sus tules,&lt;br /&gt;en la jaula de mármol del palacio real;&lt;br /&gt;el palacio soberbio que vigilan los guardas,&lt;br /&gt;que custodian cien negros con sus cien alabardas,&lt;br /&gt;un lebrel que no duerme y un dragón colosal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Oh, quién fuera hipsipila que dejó la crisálida!&lt;br /&gt;(La princesa está triste, la princesa está pálida)&lt;br /&gt;¡Oh, visión adorada de oro, rosa y marfil!&lt;br /&gt;¡Quién volara a la tierra donde un príncipe existe&lt;br /&gt;-la princesa está pálida, la princesa está triste-&lt;br /&gt;más brillante que el alba, más hermoso que Abril!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¡Calla, calla, princesa -dice el hada madrina-,&lt;br /&gt;en caballo con alas hacia acá se encamina,&lt;br /&gt;en el cinto la espada y en la mano el azor,&lt;br /&gt;el feliz caballero que te adora sin verte,&lt;br /&gt;y que llega de lejos, vencedor de la Muerte,&lt;br /&gt;a encenderte los labios con su beso de amor!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5149033718296984786?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5149033718296984786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5149033718296984786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5149033718296984786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5149033718296984786'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'>"I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it"</title><content type='html'>Hoy tuve un sueño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos reuniamos again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y eso que nunca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo habiamos hecho antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always encontramos el camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vuelta al hogar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como las palomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volando across the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hacia el destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nos espera al otro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lado over the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-6874496315270676791?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6874496315270676791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=6874496315270676791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6874496315270676791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6874496315270676791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-believe-in-looking-reality-straight.html' title='&quot;I believe in looking reality straight in the eye and denying it&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5456694100635952592</id><published>2008-06-02T18:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:06:24.538+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recuerdos'/><title type='text'>"I won't hesitate no more..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkHTsc9PU2A&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui teneis estos dos videos, el primero el video oficial de la canción I'm Yours y el segundo es la canción titulada Lucky que Jason canta a duo con Colbie Caillat y que me trae muy bonitos recuerdos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que las disfruteis porque son dos canciones increibles (ya se que las hay mejores pero aun asi me gustan :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vc_RIRCAF_w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/2165713703025724997-5456694100635952592?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-6956618449526018556</id><published>2008-06-02T16:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:19.751+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoias Mentales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Las maravillas de las invenciones humanas...</title><content type='html'>Ayer por la noche cuando estaba intentando dormirme...me vino el siguiente pensamiento a la cabeza: En el mundo hay una zona en la que el tiempo no existe tal y como lo conocemos...entre ese punto en que se recibe al nuevo dia y ese en el que se dice adios al ultimo segundo del dia no hay nada asique supongo que entre el primer segundo del dia y el ultimo del dia anterior hay un algo...no se como explicarme jajaj me perdí...bueno por ejemplo si coges un avion y vas desde Aussie hacia USA por el lado de poniente (sentido de las agujas del reloj) saltas del dia 1 al 31 del mes anterior...WOW!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SEUhAsN08hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/C1_pVc9G85M/s1600-h/viaje+al+pasado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SEUhAsN08hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/C1_pVc9G85M/s400/viaje+al+pasado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207604839876719122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es como si en esa zona solo existieran el ayer y el mañana, el hoy es algo que desaparece, un salto en el tiempo, no hay ningun intermediario simplemente un viaje en el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;Las maravillas de la mente humana y sus creaciones ^^&lt;br /&gt;Entendeis lo que quiero decir...esque no se si tiene mucho sentido jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besoooooootes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-6956618449526018556?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/6956618449526018556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=6956618449526018556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6956618449526018556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/6956618449526018556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/06/las-maravillas-de-las-invenciones.html' title='Las maravillas de las invenciones humanas...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/SEUhAsN08hI/AAAAAAAAAGY/C1_pVc9G85M/s72-c/viaje+al+pasado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1195709368109985108</id><published>2008-04-15T20:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:07:16.087+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>one night to be confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iECKm2uSN1o&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1195709368109985108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-night-of-magic.html' title='one night to be confused...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-8394916968256565013</id><published>2008-04-14T22:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:07:54.618+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>I've got somebody else's thoughts in my head I want some of my own...</title><content type='html'>¿Con quien hablamos cuando no tenemos a nadie con quien hablar?¿Con quien hablamos cuando la soledad nos rodea, aun estando rodeados de gente?&lt;br /&gt;¿Alguien sabe lo que duele saber que estás ahi pero nadie te ve?¿Alguien sabe lo que duele darse cuenta de que eres tu mismo el causante de tu propia soledad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-8394916968256565013?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/8394916968256565013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=8394916968256565013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8394916968256565013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/8394916968256565013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-got-somebody-elses-thoughts-in-my.html' title='I&apos;ve got somebody else&apos;s thoughts in my head I want some of my own...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7197805187826788663</id><published>2008-04-09T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:08:13.912+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoias Mentales'/><title type='text'>To be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>¿Cómo me siento yo ahora?¿Qué voy a hacer cuando me llamen?¿Podré seguir colgando como hasta ahora o me ablandaré y escucharé?Os estareis preguntado a que viene tanta historia pues bueno, en breve lo entendereis...y si no, pues preguntad!!&lt;br /&gt;Odio, ODIO, &lt;big&gt;¡ODIO!&lt;/big&gt; el telemarketing y he estado (estoy) a una pizquita asi de chiquitina (.) de caer en sus negras y feroces garras, de las que sólo muchas ganas y fuerza de voluntad te pueden sacar.&lt;br /&gt;El fatídico día comenzó asi, una mañana te levantas y hundes las piernas en el lodoso fondo del rio de la desesperación económica, te llaman y te ponen una jugosa guinda debajo de tus hambrientos morros sabiendo que probablemente no podrás rechazar y antes de que te des cuenta ¡BOOM!, te estalla en la cara...ya has entrado, ya estas ahí, has cruzado la línea y te has convertido en uno de ellos :O ¡NOOOOOOOOOOO! ¿POR QUÉ? te hundiste sin remedio, estas trabajando en aquello que más odias.&lt;br /&gt;Contestas a la siguiente llamada, ".... Buenas Tardes le atiende (ponga aqui su nombre)" una voz disgustada habla al otro lado de la línea *Oh no* piensas para ti mientras te imaginas como acabará la conversación...te desesperas. Intentas calmar al clien...opsss contribuyente, no sirve para nada, te grita y desprecia cada vez más, gritas tu también de pura desesperación. Resulta que tu jefe está escuchando la conversación en ese preciso instante para evaluar tu método de atención y servicio al cliente, *Dios, pero que te he hecho yo para merecer esto*&lt;br /&gt;Te llama a su despacho: "(pongase aquí su nombre)" ya sabes lo que viene ahora,...."¡DESPEDIDA!" (y es justificado asique nada de finiquito)...¡NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Gritas desconsolada con lo que...te despiertas a ti misma, pfiu todo ha sido una pesadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   Dare You to Move by Switchfoot&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7197805187826788663?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7197805187826788663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7197805187826788663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7197805187826788663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7197805187826788663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be or not to be...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-4334671141078049714</id><published>2008-04-03T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:08:35.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>"Time After Time..."</title><content type='html'>Wolas Gentecilla!!&lt;br /&gt;Es dia 3 de Abril y nada alucinante ni increible ha pasado. Sigo siendo la misma pero con ganas de cambiar. Eso si, hoy he descubierto que, muy a mi pesar, habrá muchos sueños que jamás se cumpliran y habrá deseos que nunca veré hechos realidad pero aun asi hay que seguir luchando porque nuevos sueños vendran y nievas vidas surgiran asique ...VIVE LA VIDA!!Porque es muy corta y nunca sabes cuando pordrias estar ante tu ultimo dia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaos mucho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del Dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I Caught Fire in Your Eyes by The Used&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-4334671141078049714?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4334671141078049714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=4334671141078049714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4334671141078049714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4334671141078049714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-after-time.html' title='&quot;Time After Time...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5561005111529749168</id><published>2008-04-02T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:28:54.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"I used to say that you were everything..."</title><content type='html'>I thought I could never say it, I thought I could never move on but I am now free, I can say now I am better without you. I have learnt that need is no love, nor what we had the way to happiness. It was great at first but you changed and it was not the guy i knew anymore, I kept by your side, I stood up for you, no matter what I was always there but it was not good enough for you. I fought for a thing that apparently never existed to you and I dreamed of a future that would never come but now I am happy to say that it is over, I am over and you are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Don't Miss You by Amy Pearson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5561005111529749168?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5561005111529749168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5561005111529749168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5561005111529749168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5561005111529749168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-used-to-say-that-you-were-everything.html' title='&quot;I used to say that you were everything...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7313323776340104164</id><published>2008-04-01T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:20.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"...none of them can love me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_KnmGB_YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zEEuwKuoNfw/s1600-h/f_y1p4AB3PYO7m_e5090ae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_KnmGB_YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zEEuwKuoNfw/s200/f_y1p4AB3PYO7m_e5090ae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184390393952690322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Las tendencias Emo...comenzaron como movimiento "revolucionario" y s ahn convertido en una escusa barata y ridicula para teñirse el pelo y llevar vestimentas cuanto menos ridículas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; That Thing You Do by The Wonders&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7313323776340104164?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7313323776340104164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7313323776340104164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7313323776340104164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7313323776340104164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='&quot;...none of them can love me...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_KnmGB_YJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zEEuwKuoNfw/s72-c/f_y1p4AB3PYO7m_e5090ae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3719368757783127183</id><published>2008-03-31T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:55:06.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"She dreams of laughter in the rain..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbErAYk3Imc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbErAYk3Imc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 350px; height: 200px; background-color: DDBBFF; color: 000000; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: ; border-width: 2px ;border-style: Solid; border-color: 8822FF; overflow: auto; padding: 4px;; font-weight: ; ; text-decoration: ; ; font-style: ; ; text-decoration: ; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;She watches the darkness creep in, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come by an half past day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits by the weeping willow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that she can't relay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of someday getting out of this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she's never felt at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in her own face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you turn to a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weak and you're hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go give it another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of parkways and those wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That look like parachutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sweep your feet from under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds her comfort inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime stories and fairytales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything with a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it can never fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you turn to a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weak but you're hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're dreaming of a open sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't wanna talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's all that she's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She don't wanna think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who swept of her feet in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to live her life what's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just for pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of laughter in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it's her favorite sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of plastic parents that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would never let her down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you turn to a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weak and you're hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're dreaming of a open sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And go and give it just another try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you turn to a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're weak but you're hanging on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're dreaming of a open sky.&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/2165713703025724997-3719368757783127183?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3719368757783127183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3719368757783127183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3719368757783127183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3719368757783127183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-dreams-of-laughter-in-rain.html' title='&quot;She dreams of laughter in the rain...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-9160018170046893382</id><published>2008-03-31T13:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:20.342+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><title type='text'>Serias Injusticias Cometidas Por Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_DLe2B_YHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NEn0TtN7Ml4/s1600-h/goofy%25208%2520belt.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_DLe2B_YHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NEn0TtN7Ml4/s200/goofy%25208%2520belt.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183866901863817330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenzaré pidiendoos unos minutitos de reflexión acerca de la siguiente cuestión, ¿Es nuestro adorable Goofy un perro? &lt;br /&gt;Una vez que os hayais contestado, unos habreis pensado: "nah, que va eso no puede ser un perro". &lt;br /&gt;Otros no habrán sabido que contestar. &lt;br /&gt;Y por último nos encontraremos aquellos que estamos totalmente convencidos de que lo es y es a éstos a quienes me dirijo en este post, porque considerando que Pluto TAMBIÉN &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_DNmGB_YII/AAAAAAAAAEg/2kmXbjqS-vg/s1600-h/Pluto-Knochen_download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_DNmGB_YII/AAAAAAAAAEg/2kmXbjqS-vg/s200/Pluto-Knochen_download.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183869225441124482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es un perro, ¿por qué uno habla y el otro no? ¿por qué uno va vestido y el otro tiene que ir enseñando sus partes más "íntimas"? Me parece una falta de ética increible a no ser que Goofy sea un perro mutante, en cuyo caso deberían haber avisado de antemano para no herir las sensibilidades de los pobres niños. &lt;br /&gt;Porque, eso duele, duele mucho eso de descubrir que se está cometiendo tremeda injusticia para con un ser tan adorable como es, el aquí presente perrito compañero inseparable de correrias de Mickey. Y porque no quiero entrar en el caso Donald que si no ... pero que quede costancia de ello, Donald lleva sólo una camisita con lo que va todo el dia enseñando sus tremendas posaderas de pato y la parte "INnombrable" peeeeero cuando se da un baño...¡¡utiliza una TOALLA para taparse!!:OO Incomprensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡PLATAFORMA SALVEMOS A PLUTO!!¡¡Por un mundo perruno más feliz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Good People by Jack Johnson&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-9160018170046893382?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/9160018170046893382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=9160018170046893382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/9160018170046893382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/9160018170046893382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/serias-injusticias-cometidas-por-disney.html' title='Serias Injusticias Cometidas Por Disney'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R_DLe2B_YHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NEn0TtN7Ml4/s72-c/goofy%25208%2520belt.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-2340912519362572573</id><published>2008-03-31T00:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:47:45.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.</title><content type='html'>Alguna vez os habeis planteado como os ve la gente, quiero decir lo que piensa la gente cuando se cruza con nosotros, no sólo conocidos, sino el mundo en general.&lt;br /&gt;Hay momentos en los que me encantaría que pudieramos saberlo de algún modo, un aparatejo o algo, o...la gente hablando claro y diciendo lo que piensan, el mundo seía un caos pero desde luego mucho más sincero no creeis? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-2340912519362572573?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/2340912519362572573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=2340912519362572573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2340912519362572573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/2340912519362572573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-imagination-is-only-limit-to-what.html' title='Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1448610045039452796</id><published>2008-03-29T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T14:17:59.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me take you there</title><content type='html'>Desde que nacemos somos criados para crecer, relacionarnos, aprender, llegar a la universidad, formar una familia...en fin para llegar a "ser alguien en la vida" según los estereotipos sociales de hoy en dia. &lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando uno de estos individuos decide romper la cadena original y hacer algo diferente, algo en "contra de las leyes morales o sociales", la gente se plantea el famoso ¿Qué habré hecho yo para merecer esto? o ¿Qué he hecho mal para tener un hijo tonto? en ambos casos el error no puede ser mayor, ya que, esa persona que va en contra de la corriente, es la única y original, la que marcará un cambio en la historia, la que será recordada y la que verdaderamente llegará a ser algo, la que cumplirá sus sueños y será feliz, será aquello que desee sin importar lo que digan o lo que piensen. &lt;br /&gt;Ese individuo será si mismo y no lo que han hecho de él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del dia:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Let Me Take You There by the Plain White T's&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1448610045039452796?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1448610045039452796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1448610045039452796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1448610045039452796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1448610045039452796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-me-take-you-there.html' title='Let me take you there'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5520717936575241762</id><published>2008-03-29T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:20.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"You should've gone to China, you know, 'cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods..."</title><content type='html'>Estas son las películas que podemos ver para hacer el trabajo de Inglés:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-4xHWB_YGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H0dhSMQn5ek/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-4xHWB_YGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H0dhSMQn5ek/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183134223392792674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The other Boleyn girl (las hermanas bolena)&lt;br /&gt;-The Oxford murders (beautiful place that of Oxford ---&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;-In the valley of Elah&lt;br /&gt;-Atonement (no idea which one this is)&lt;br /&gt;-Into the wild&lt;br /&gt;-Irina palm&lt;br /&gt;-Away from her&lt;br /&gt;-No country for old man (Los hermanos Cohen merecían el oscar)&lt;br /&gt;-There will be blood&lt;br /&gt;-Sweeney todd (lo único que de verdad merecía la pena era la banda sonora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cual debería hacer? porque Juno al parecer es muy complicada de entender en V.O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5520717936575241762?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5520717936575241762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5520717936575241762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5520717936575241762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5520717936575241762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-shouldve-gone-to-china-you-know.html' title='&quot;You should&apos;ve gone to China, you know, &apos;cause I hear they give away babies like free iPods...&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-4xHWB_YGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H0dhSMQn5ek/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-1668960508834970428</id><published>2008-03-28T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:28:35.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gonzalo, tienes un culo muy bonito"</title><content type='html'>Buenas tardes queridos telespectadores...o mejor dicho lectores jeje lo siento por la pequeña confusión, estoy agotada, lo que se dice muertaaaaaaaa. Os contaré el motivo.&lt;br /&gt;Resulta que hoy Elena y yo teníamos nuestra tan esperada como deseada entrada en el plató de "Sé Lo Que Hicisteis..." a eso de las 03:00 PM con lo que y con motivo de nuestra (mi) extrema torpeza...por no saber exactamente cuanto tardaríamos en llegar hasta allí en el cercanías decidí que debiamos quedar a eso de la 01:30 PM en el metro de Atocha Renfe para ir sobre seguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo un malentendido con lo que acabamos Elena en Atocha y yo en A. Renfe hasta que a la 01:45 decido intentar averiguar que pasaba, porque claro, ella no aparecía :S&lt;br /&gt;Al final lo arreglamos y nos bajamos al andén del tren que al poco viene...hay que decir que no teniamos ni idea de si era el nuestro o no (no había ninguna indicación de que tren era ni nada de nada, lo cual es un caos. Debería ser solucionado pronto o más de uno se pierde os lo digo yo, deberían aunque sea poner con un Edding C1, C2... o lo que sea) asi que ... ¿dónde andaba? me perdí :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A si cogimos el tren que vino, y afortunadamente (milagrosamente) era el nuestro ^^ a eso de las 02:20 PM nos bajabamos en Fuencarral (Cercanias que no metro) y cogimos el S.E. a Telefónica (S.E. a.k.a. Servicio Especial) y a las 02:35 PM estábamos en las dependencias de Globomedia. Subí a saludar a Eva (Tan maja como siempre) y a las 03:00 PM nos dirigimos al plató al que por casi nos quedamos sin acceder debido a que el público ya había pasado un par de minutos antes. El vigilante, un inutil sin causa ni remedio nos tuvo allí esperando casi 15 minutos lo que nos retrasó aun más pero la "jefa" vino y nos salvó de las fauces del perro guardián.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entramos y nos tenían 2 asientos en primera fila YAY que way porque esto de ser medio ciega y que te sienten al fondo ... malo malo. Estuvimos alli las 2 horitas y al terminaar me fui a despedir de mis antiguos compis y ala pa casita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues nada este es uno de los motivos de mi esqueroso estado, de mi cansancio desproporcionado y de mis ganas de sopar. ¡¡Joder, que me duelen hasta las pestañas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y recordad chicos/as, estar por ahí desde las 9 de la mañana, patenadote media ciudad (y la otra media también) y cargada como una mula no es una buena idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Canción del día&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Apologize by One Republic &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-1668960508834970428?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/1668960508834970428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=1668960508834970428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1668960508834970428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/1668960508834970428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/gonzalo-tienes-un-culo-muy-bonito.html' title='&quot;Gonzalo, tienes un culo muy bonito&quot;'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-3780821599341354467</id><published>2008-03-27T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:13:57.171+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que recuerdos me trae esta canción. Tiempos pasados que desaparecieron, tiempos presentes que no existen y tiempos futuros que, si somos afortunados, vendrán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida es así no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LF8unwxhNho&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LF8unwxhNho&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que sería de nosotros sin la música?Ese gran instrumento a través del cual nos expresamos cuando no podemos encontrar las palabras para explicar lo que sentimos o pensamos, sólo tenemos que encontrar la canción adecuada y el problema está solucionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ahora solo me queda enseñaros la que ha sido y será la canción que más ha marcado mi vida, la que me ha hecho mas feliz y con la que más veces he llorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5pECaW-VMI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J5pECaW-VMI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutadlas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-3780821599341354467?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/3780821599341354467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=3780821599341354467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3780821599341354467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/3780821599341354467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/change-is-constant-signal-for-rebirth.html' title='Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix.'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-5528859959281844626</id><published>2008-03-27T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:30:49.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.</title><content type='html'>"Fray deja ya esos prismáticos, la pared del streeptease no se va a derrumbar dos veces en el mismo dia" - Leela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola Hola gentecilla!!Que tal todo por vuestros mundillos de fantasía e ilusión?Espero que lo esteis pasando bien y pensando mucho por supuesto!!&lt;br /&gt;El cerebro nunca debe parar o se atrofia jajaja como ejemplo me teneis a mi no os durmais en la parra o acabareis como yo andando por la Gran Via (hay que reconocer también que debía andar un poco cansada y eso me afectó porque fuí andando desde la facul hasta Moncloa y de ahí hasta mi casa pasando por la antes mencionada calle de la Gran Via, si me dan venazos si estoy loca lo se lo se esa será mi cruz)&lt;br /&gt;bueno y a lo que iba yo pensando, divagando mejor dicho, acerca de la fotografía...hmmm para que engañarnos iba viendo a los "Guiris" hacer fotos y videos y dandome cuenta de lo famosos que debemos ser todos y cada uno de nosotros ya que hemos debido de salir en centenares de fotos y videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llendo a temas mas profundos...cada uno de nosotros hemos dejado una pequeña huella, ya sea mano, cogote o culo, en los recuerdos de los demás. Hemos marcado una pequeña diferencia en la vida de gente que ni siquiera conocemos y esto es algo impactante a la vez que alucinante. Si más gente se diera cuenta de que todas nuestras acciones repercuten directa o indirectamente en la vida de la gente que nos rodea a lo mejor el mundo sería un lugar diferente. Pero...nada que hacer porque ésto, como la religión es algo muy personal, si no te das cuenta por ti mismo, nadie podrá ayudarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un besote enorme cariños mios xDD&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaos mucho y sed buenos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-5528859959281844626?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/5528859959281844626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=5528859959281844626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5528859959281844626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/5528859959281844626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/pleasure-in-job-puts-perfection-in-work.html' title='A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know.'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-7205008020200806417</id><published>2008-03-25T14:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:31:20.842+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>It All Started With A Chair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-j8bGB_YEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ug-RtxNit_I/s1600-h/JunoFINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-j8bGB_YEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ug-RtxNit_I/s320/JunoFINAL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181668913695383618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hace unos dia, en una de esas tardes libres que raramente tengo me decidí acercar al cine y ver la pelicula "Juno" que había leido en alguna revista de cine que estaba muy bien. Al salir lo único que podía decir de  la película era lo maravillosamente cercana y natural que es y las increibles actuaciones de sus personajes principales. La tranquilidad con la que tratan el tema del embarazo de adolescentes que en general suele ser un escándalo y la entereza y valentía que la chica demuestra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juno es la hija que a muchos de nuestros padres les gustaría que fueramos, sencilla, madura, curiosa y emprendedora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta película nos muestra como nos gustaría que fueramos nosotras en la misma situación. Es un gran ejemplo a seguir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-7205008020200806417?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/7205008020200806417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=7205008020200806417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7205008020200806417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/7205008020200806417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-all-started-with-chair.html' title='It All Started With A Chair...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/R-j8bGB_YEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ug-RtxNit_I/s72-c/JunoFINAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165713703025724997.post-4224965577451365772</id><published>2008-03-24T18:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:00:18.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a day of joy...</title><content type='html'>Bienvenidos a la nueva sección de mi blog, la que va asociada a mi Live. Como esto acaba de comenzar hoy tras unas cortas pero fructíferas vacaciones de Semana Santa os comentaré como han ido las mismas para introduciros un poco dentro de mi mundo.&lt;br /&gt;El miercoles anterior a las vacaciones recibí una llamada inesperada...me ofrecían un puesto de trabajo en Globomedia la famosa productora de cine y televisión, en principio consistia en una sustitución para probar que funcionaba bien y despues cabía la posibilidad de ser contratada de fijo, asique fuí a la entrevista y como podeis imaginar, acepté. &lt;br /&gt;El jueves quedé con Sandry, Laura y Olena para salir de marcha (Fiestas Internacionales YAY) asique despues de descansar un rato me preparé y me dirigí a Sol, a las 00:30 quedamos y nada a pasarlo bien. Conocimos a unnos cuantos Italianos, Americanos y demás, en general nos lo pasamos bien. Cuando cerraron nos marchamos y maaaaaaadre que frio hacia jaja, llegamos a casa sobre las 7:30 y a dormir. Poco tiempo porque habíamos quedado a las 12:30 en Aluche para ir al rodaje de "Pasapalabra". Pasamos una tarde divertida y a eso de las 22:00 llegué de vuelta a casa 3hrs de sueño en dos dias WOW jaja cansada de narices. &lt;br /&gt;El sábado y el Dominogo como de costumbre los pasé en el aeropuerto y el lunes por la mañana empecé la sustitución en Globomedia. Son como una gran familia :) &lt;br /&gt;Pasé 3 dias trabajando de 9:30 - 18:30 y luego a dormir, Teresa me llamó y fuimos a dar una vuelta. El jueves nos fuimos a celebrar el cumpleaños de mi prima, Pasamos el dia en Segovia. Comimos y luego fuimos al cine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t247/miawe/10000bcposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que película más mala, llena de errores e incoherencias pero bueno la escogio mi prima que le vamos a hacer. Y el viernes a descansar, ¡¡por fin!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabado y domingo de vuelta al aeropuerto, lunes entrevista en Adecco y martes vuelta a la uni. &lt;br /&gt;Asique...bueno las vacaciones ya acabaron (a punto estan por lo menos) asique la rutina volverá a su curso natural, que decepción pero bueno algo decente tendrá que venir...por ejemplo a mediados de Abril tengo que recibir la respuesta de WISE y como todos podremos comprobar en breve, el tiempo volará puesto que sólo quedan 2-3 meses para el verano. El 14 de Junio Eva y yo nos vamos a Escocia :) a dormir en un castillo y al lago Ness ^^ Y después con un poco de suerte 15 semenas lejos muy lejos. Ya os mantendreé informados en la medida de lo posible.&lt;br /&gt;Pues eso es todo por hoy en la vida que aquí os expongo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Cuidaos mucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2165713703025724997-4224965577451365772?l=themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/feeds/4224965577451365772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2165713703025724997&amp;postID=4224965577451365772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4224965577451365772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2165713703025724997/posts/default/4224965577451365772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themoonshinestonight.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-day-of-joy.html' title='Today is a day of joy...'/><author><name>The Art of Daydreaming</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FFNw7ZcCm04/Szueto46NcI/AAAAAAAAAO0/AonZQltTmeM/S220/Dibujo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
