<?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-8802484727250504641</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:21:23.561Z</updated><title type='text'>The woods are lovely,dark and deep,</title><subtitle type='html'>But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
(ROBERT FROST)
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www.silversroadnottaken.blogspot.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-6133206278558942045</id><published>2011-10-08T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:19:01.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vivamos la vida/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b class="Latn" lang="it" xml:lang="it"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/dolce" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="dolce"&gt;dolce&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/far" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="far"&gt;far&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/niente" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="niente"&gt;niente&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-image: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.3em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;means "&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sweet" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="sweet"&gt;sweet&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;doing&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/nothing" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="nothing"&gt;nothing&lt;/a&gt;" = "Delicious idleness". Sheer indulgent relaxation and blissful laziness, being deliciously idle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-6133206278558942045?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6133206278558942045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=6133206278558942045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/6133206278558942045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/6133206278558942045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2011/10/vivamos-la-vida.html' title='vivamos la vida/'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-353140133880041033</id><published>2011-08-11T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:11:45.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Café con leche project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LN04vID2Y8U/TkO42hExKcI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUMz-cRJ5NA/s1600/cafeconleche.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LN04vID2Y8U/TkO42hExKcI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUMz-cRJ5NA/s1600/cafeconleche.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;www.cafeconlecheproject.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-353140133880041033?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/353140133880041033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=353140133880041033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/353140133880041033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/353140133880041033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2011/08/cafe-con-leche-project.html' title='Café con leche project'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LN04vID2Y8U/TkO42hExKcI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUMz-cRJ5NA/s72-c/cafeconleche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-854356744952378397</id><published>2011-03-28T17:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:37:17.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la vida no espera amigos</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget Text" id="Text6" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px;"&gt;Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things that you didn´t do than by the ones you did do.. so throw off the bowlines, sail away from safe harbour, catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream.Discover... Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 22pt; line-height: 33px;"&gt;la &amp;nbsp;vida no espera amigos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control" style="float: right; height: 20px; margin-top: -20px; position: relative; z-index: 10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget Image" id="Image17" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-854356744952378397?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/854356744952378397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=854356744952378397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/854356744952378397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/854356744952378397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2011/03/la-vida-no-espera-amigos.html' title='la vida no espera amigos'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7675859156059119599</id><published>2010-11-16T21:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:35:27.639Z</updated><title type='text'>me fui a los bosques</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/TOL4dqTMCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/W1DlGpxlSpc/s1600/4478_84429344286_583639286_1739945_6327876_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/TOL4dqTMCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/W1DlGpxlSpc/s1600/4478_84429344286_583639286_1739945_6327876_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;I went to the woods because &lt;b&gt;I wished to live deliberately&lt;/b&gt;, to front only the essential facts of life, &lt;b&gt;and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear&lt;/b&gt;; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. &lt;b&gt;I   wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so   sturdily and Spartan- like as to put to rout all that was not life, to   cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and   reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to   get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to   the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able   to give a true account of it in my next excursion.&lt;/b&gt; For most men,  it  appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is  of  the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is  the  chief end of man here to "glorify God and enjoy him forever."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thoureau.. ( Walden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="505" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IK9hTPZ8kd4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/IK9hTPZ8kd4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;una inspiracion... mi pelicula favorita.. la que cambió todo.. la que siempre cambia todo,,,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7675859156059119599?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7675859156059119599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=7675859156059119599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7675859156059119599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7675859156059119599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/11/me-fui-los-bosques.html' title='me fui a los bosques'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/TOL4dqTMCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/W1DlGpxlSpc/s72-c/4478_84429344286_583639286_1739945_6327876_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-5130780722869835187</id><published>2010-11-06T11:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:29:49.201Z</updated><title type='text'>ES</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="title"&gt;es&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 21.5pt;"&gt;donde  yo empiezo, tu acabas mi amor, ahora somos circulos, cuando tu vives  durante el sol , mi vida va con la luna..EStamos en diferentES ESquinas  de ESte mundo.. pero EStamos mas cerca que nunca... ES ES ES::: bonita  palabra....ES un circulo que nunca acaba, ES un nudo infinito..un celtic  love Knot tatuado en el corazon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;; font-size: 21.5pt;"&gt;ES&lt;br /&gt;Un bonito verbo,, una palabra que significa presente.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque son dos grandes letras, dos grandes inicios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eoghain&lt;br /&gt;Silvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escocia&lt;br /&gt;Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;España&lt;br /&gt;Scotland..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ES por ti ,por quien vivo y sin ti me muero de pena&lt;br /&gt;ES tu risa la musica que quiero oir y que nos miremos en silencio&lt;br /&gt;Es donde todo empieza&lt;br /&gt;Es donde nunca acaba&lt;br /&gt;Es Siempre&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora ES...y Esto no para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-5130780722869835187?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5130780722869835187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=5130780722869835187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/5130780722869835187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/5130780722869835187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando llegará el  día en que solo cuente hacia adelante.. cuando llegará  la primavera...  cuando llegará mañana...  cuando tendré que dejar de  comprobar el  billete de vuelta... el de ida.. el de  vuelta a tu  corazón.. el de ida  de olla...cuando veré el color de la lluvia..cuando  parará la  tormenta..  cuando... cuando,,, y tu  me respondes ,. quizas  quizas  quizas... y me pierdo el momento,.. me pierdo y me encuentro.,..  quizas  quizas quizas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Silvers Marzo 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="widget-item-control"&gt; &lt;span class="item-control blog-admin"&gt; &lt;a class="quickedit" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=24536003&amp;amp;widgetType=Text&amp;amp;widgetId=Text4&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configText4" title="Editar"&gt; &lt;img alt="" height="18" src="http://img1.blogblog.com/img/icon18_wrench_allbkg.png" width="18" /&gt; 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href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/11/dime-cuando-cuando.html' title='dime cuando cuando...'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7133409930514816785</id><published>2010-11-06T11:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:27:15.934Z</updated><title type='text'>un mes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para cerrar círculos. y abrir bucles.. abrir espirales..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para escribir palabras que van más allá de lo divino y lo mundano..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para acabar los libros y empezar libretas..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes de destierro para mi maleta.. otra vez triste en el altillo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para saborear dia a día ese olor de otoño y hojas caidas,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes de cremas de calabaza,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para mirar atrás para andar hacia delante,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes de encender velas y soplar deseos..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para la risa y los besos con nombres,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes de siestas playeras,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para ver crecer ese arbol... y plantar los sauces..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes para empezar de nuevo aunque eso ya no es nuevo..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;un mes sin lastres .. para arreglar desastres,,,sin lastres..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/TNU699oiKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/5clBvXeaw9A/s1600/73170_455448804286_583639286_5132528_7917564_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/TNU699oiKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/5clBvXeaw9A/s1600/73170_455448804286_583639286_5132528_7917564_n.jpg" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7133409930514816785?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7133409930514816785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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cosas pequeñas despiertan la sensibilidad del espectador..&amp;nbsp;  las cosas pequeñas despiertan nuestros instintos mas primitivos de  ternura, de protección.. de las pequeñas cosas de la vida.. los pequeños  detalles que son la esencia.. que nos hacen felices.. la lluvia, el  sol.. un perro que se asoma por la ventanilla de un coche, un beso que  no te esperas, un deseo.. una hoguera.. tu canción favorita sonando en  la radio.. un ataque de risa que te da.. sin poder parar..el olor de las  tostadas y el cafe, la&amp;nbsp; tierra mojada, la hierba recien cortada, el  suavizante de la ropa en el tendedero...los pequeños grandes momentos de  la vida..catalogo de pequeños seres y estares como decia el genio...tan  pequeños y tan eternos que se convierten en gigantes.. gigantes tesoros  que nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie nadie... nunca podrá  quitarte...ni robarte..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-2545743651471144097</id><published>2010-09-27T22:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:02:36.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>better days</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feel part of the universe opened up to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;My emotion so  submerged, broken down to kneeling&lt;br /&gt;once listening&lt;br /&gt;voices they came&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Had  to somehow read myself&lt;br /&gt;read myself&lt;br /&gt;heard vibration within my  cells&lt;br /&gt;in my cells&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singing ah ah ah ah ah ah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My love is  saved for the universe&lt;br /&gt;See me now I’m bursting&lt;br /&gt;On one planet so  many turns&lt;br /&gt;different worlds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;singing ah ah ah ah ah ah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From  my heart with discipline&lt;br /&gt;Put there for the teaching&lt;br /&gt;In my head  see clouds of stairs&lt;br /&gt;Help me as I’m reaching&lt;br /&gt;The future’s paved  with better days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m running from something&lt;br /&gt;I’m running  towards the day&lt;br /&gt;when i awake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I whisper once quiet&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m  rising to a scream&lt;br /&gt;I am me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m falling free fallin&lt;br /&gt;World’s  calling me&lt;br /&gt;Above my needs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m soaring&lt;br /&gt;And darlin’, you’ll  be the one that I can need,&lt;br /&gt;Stand,&lt;br /&gt;Be free&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our futures  paved with better days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier 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href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-days.html' title='better days'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-4169278827259809462</id><published>2010-05-26T16:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:44:29.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;"Todo&lt;br /&gt;el universo  está palpitando, todo está creándose. Y tú estás ahí, entre &lt;br /&gt;dos&lt;br /&gt;eternidades,  vivo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span id="status_time"&gt;&lt;span id="status_time_inner"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-4169278827259809462?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4169278827259809462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=4169278827259809462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/4169278827259809462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/4169278827259809462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/05/mrs-fiddes-says-i-am-super-star-todo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-4738496053841500531</id><published>2010-02-21T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:17:09.404Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S4CIo7PAhTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/olq3NDsz9-I/s1600-h/9334_154839549286_583639286_2509974_963650_n+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S4CIo7PAhTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/olq3NDsz9-I/s400/9334_154839549286_583639286_2509974_963650_n+%282%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the woods,,, are dark and deep... but i have promises to keep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-4738496053841500531?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/4738496053841500531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=4738496053841500531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/4738496053841500531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/4738496053841500531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/mrs-fiddes-says-i-am-super-star.html' title=''/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S4CIo7PAhTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/olq3NDsz9-I/s72-c/9334_154839549286_583639286_2509974_963650_n+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-3389854472100726900</id><published>2010-02-11T21:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:37:23.186Z</updated><title type='text'>choose</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER &amp;nbsp;Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Choose a dream, choose a place, choose companion, choose a date, choose your rites of passage, choose good music, choose good books, choose you lucky charms, choose your fairies and your demons, choose your fears, choose finding yourself, choose getting lost, choose laughs and dias felices, follow the signs and your fate, and them enjoy the ride .. till the end and say hello to Angels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-3389854472100726900?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3389854472100726900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=3389854472100726900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/3389854472100726900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/3389854472100726900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/02/choose.html' title='choose'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-1602550778345528668</id><published>2010-01-31T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:49:22.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Did you know how much I love you?</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S2WmbclaldI/AAAAAAAAABY/lgN4xSjAsFQ/s1600-h/20667_234122159286_583639286_2965040_4719853_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S2WmbclaldI/AAAAAAAAABY/lgN4xSjAsFQ/s640/20667_234122159286_583639286_2965040_4719853_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're my friend and can you see,&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've been out drinkin',&lt;br /&gt;Many times we've shared our thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;But did you ever, ever notice, the kind of thoughts I got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know I have a love, a love for everyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;And you know I have a drive to live, I won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;Can you see this opposition comes risin' up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;That its dreadful imposition, comes blacking through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And that I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And that I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Is a hope that somehow you,&lt;br /&gt;Can save me from this darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope that someday, buddy, we have peace in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Together or apart, alone or with our wives.&lt;br /&gt;And we can stop our whoring and pull the smiles inside.&lt;br /&gt;And light it up forever and never go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;My best unbeaten brother, this isn't all I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, I see a darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know how much I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Is a hope that somehow you,&lt;br /&gt;Can save me from this darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-1602550778345528668?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1602550778345528668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=1602550778345528668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/1602550778345528668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/1602550778345528668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/did-you-know-how-much-i-love-you.html' title='Did you know how much I love you?'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/S2WmbclaldI/AAAAAAAAABY/lgN4xSjAsFQ/s72-c/20667_234122159286_583639286_2965040_4719853_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7302566716762046568</id><published>2010-01-23T19:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:34:08.847Z</updated><title type='text'>flume</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flume&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am my mother's only one It's enough  I wear my garment so it shows Now you know  Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she's the moon  I am my mother on the wall, with us all I move in water, shore to shore; Nothing's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Only love is all maroon Lapping lakes like leary loons Leaving rope burns -- Reddish ruse  Only love is all maroon Gluey feathers on a flume Sky is womb and she's the moon&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7302566716762046568?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7302566716762046568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=7302566716762046568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7302566716762046568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7302566716762046568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2010/01/flume.html' title='flume'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-6401735516706864871</id><published>2010-01-18T21:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:15:30.765Z</updated><title type='text'>hace años que escribí esto, hoy me lo he vuelto a encontrar.. pero ya no tengo pena:)</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;el dijo... señor policia he dejado todo... he dejado mi trabajo mi casa,,, lo que no decía en esa declaracion en la aduana que habia dejado el corazon y se habia llevado otro...matando y arrastrando todo a su paso... si el polici SUPIESE SU DELITO LO DETRENDRIA Y CONDENARIA A TRABAJOS FORZADOS PARA REPARAR LA PENA-- LA TRISTEZA... PONIENDOLE MULTAS DE DIAS FELICES QUE CUMPLIR---&lt;br /&gt;dejando sin alma, a lo que se llama desalmado... sin coraza posible sin tiritas... y tiritando.. algo que el viento no podria ver... el invierno heló.. y ahora como dice itoiz" El primer día de la primavera es una cosa y el primer día primaveral, otra diferente. frecuentemente la diferencia entre ellas es más de un mes. 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STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-8166470804925264286</id><published>2010-01-15T18:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:12:23.849Z</updated><title type='text'>deseooooooooooosssssss deseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" height="640" src="file:///C:/Users/silvers/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;I really love "new years" it is just like another chance to start over again, the counter set ..new life and new chances you have to achieve..&lt;br /&gt;stopping looking backwards and start just walking foward, getting rid off sorrows and tragedies, gazing life through child´s eyes&lt;br /&gt;the checking and balance,, generally a good year,, roaming and getting there, crossing out wishes from my private wishing well..&lt;br /&gt;i started this issue three years ago.. i still have 5 more to fullfill the rest.. here we go.. these are the ones already achieved:&lt;br /&gt;Current state.. so happy to have all these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled:&lt;br /&gt;*Be in love and feel that love back&lt;br /&gt;*living in a foreign country again and for more than a year, finding myself reinventing my life starting all over again from scracht&lt;br /&gt;*travelling by car around scotland and ireland ( driving myself)&lt;br /&gt;*sleep in the beach&lt;br /&gt;*see u2 in live&lt;br /&gt;*have my own house&lt;br /&gt;*work in the secondary school&lt;br /&gt;*ride a jet sky&lt;br /&gt;*go to music festivals ( benicassim) ,&lt;br /&gt;*sleep in tents in the beach&lt;br /&gt;*Swim in a river&lt;br /&gt;*wear a mini skirt at 31..alassss&lt;br /&gt;*see my sister becoming a woman , a little big woman&lt;br /&gt;*hogmanay in another country ( Ireland, Italy, Scotland, England)&lt;br /&gt;*have a cat&lt;br /&gt;*have laugh attacks and try to make happy people surrounding me&lt;br /&gt;*see eoghain for the last time after february&lt;br /&gt;*live in the canary islands&lt;br /&gt;*speak spanish with him face to face&lt;br /&gt;*find peace of mind and balance&lt;br /&gt;*spend a night in Alhambra palace hotel ( since i started studying i got this for ages)&lt;br /&gt;*have a car&lt;br /&gt;*a massage in the arab baths in granada&lt;br /&gt;*visit the alhambra again&lt;br /&gt;*paragliding&lt;br /&gt;*get the teaching post&lt;br /&gt;*find time for me ..&lt;br /&gt;*get the last tattoo&lt;br /&gt;*watch movies at night with eog&lt;br /&gt;(get the projector next time)&lt;br /&gt;*see my friend marcos again in valencia&lt;br /&gt;*live with lolyta&lt;br /&gt;*ski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*go to a spa centre&lt;br /&gt;*run marathons&lt;br /&gt;*come back home at dawn..&lt;br /&gt;*get a fly costume&lt;br /&gt;*came back to glasgow and get lost and a coffee in the offshore&lt;br /&gt;*go to th gft&lt;br /&gt;* travel to New Zealand and Venice&lt;br /&gt;*see bruce springteen in hampdem&lt;br /&gt;*spent summer in scotland&lt;br /&gt;the ones i still have to fulfill, ok i have 5 years more , no rush,,,written in green ( the best colour) the hope colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* four L leading my life :Love, laughter, light y Life&lt;br /&gt;*move my arse to scotland and live with Eoghain&lt;br /&gt;*see the croft in Gairlogh built&lt;br /&gt;*Find a job in Scotland&lt;br /&gt;*Build our house wherever&lt;br /&gt;*wake up with Eog every morning&lt;br /&gt;*travel around Europe with a camper van&lt;br /&gt;*get the grant auxiliar de conversacion aqui en escocia&lt;br /&gt;*weak every morning with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;*see my family very happy&lt;br /&gt;*get old happy and young&lt;br /&gt;*do theatre again&lt;br /&gt;*see the northen lights&lt;br /&gt;*go to stonehenge in midsummer night&lt;br /&gt;*travel...,to india, dubroknick, Argentina ( south america in general), mexico, thailand, greece, turkey, canada, iceland, norway, holland, paris, italy, etc..&lt;br /&gt;*walk santiago pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;*ride a harley or similar&lt;br /&gt;*go to celtic connection festival again&lt;br /&gt;*have my baby&lt;br /&gt;*write more&lt;br /&gt;*see estelle, mo, sam, leti, elisa...mike again&lt;br /&gt;*be a warrior of light&lt;br /&gt;*never lose my friends in the way.&lt;br /&gt;*see mervin smale before he dies&lt;br /&gt;*see alanis morrisette&lt;br /&gt;*go to that Mali festival&lt;br /&gt;*speak french.&lt;br /&gt;*dance flamenco..&lt;br /&gt;*learn windsurfing ..&lt;br /&gt;*go back to the mountain cottage with the fireplace and the storm&lt;br /&gt;*be happy&lt;br /&gt;*have a scootter&lt;br /&gt;*get rid off personal complex and manias&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;+visit Mayte some day:)&lt;br /&gt;i cant be happier.. al the universe is already conspiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you all---- i wish you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-8166470804925264286?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8166470804925264286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=8166470804925264286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8166470804925264286'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;I’m a lucky man to count on both hands &lt;br /&gt;The ones I love,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks just have one, &lt;br /&gt;Others they got none, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me,.. &lt;br /&gt;Let’s just breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practiced are my sins, &lt;br /&gt;Never gonna let me win, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;Under everything, just another human being, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I don’t wanna hurt, there’s so much in this world &lt;br /&gt;To make me bleed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me,.. &lt;br /&gt;You’re all I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I need you? &lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want you? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see,.. &lt;br /&gt;No one knows this more than me. &lt;br /&gt;As I come clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder everyday &lt;br /&gt;as I look upon your face, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave &lt;br /&gt;And nothing you would take, aw huh,.. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing you would take,.. &lt;br /&gt;Everything you gave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I need you? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Did I say that I want you? &lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see,.. &lt;br /&gt;No one know this more than me. &lt;br /&gt;As I come clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you would take,.. &lt;br /&gt;everything you gave. &lt;br /&gt;Hold me till I die,.. &lt;br /&gt;Meet you on the other side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-3530361931857093596?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3530361931857093596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;como en la vez en que no supe nada.&lt;br /&gt;El aire helado que fuiste y que vino a traición&lt;br /&gt;quedó divino de muerte en mi espalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pude darme la vuelta o mirar atrás,&lt;br /&gt;cobarde ante una pared desnuda y blanca.&lt;br /&gt;Por la mañana miré hacia el sol cegador&lt;br /&gt;y vi la vida mejor y no me gustaba ...&lt;br /&gt;y no me gustaba ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tienen sexo los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;no tienen sexo los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;no tienen sexo los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;no ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-5038955802792660275?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/5038955802792660275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Tengo razones, razones de sobra&lt;br /&gt;para pedirle al viento que vuelvas aunque sea como una sombra.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo razones para no quererte olvidar&lt;br /&gt;porque el trocito de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;fuiste tú quien me lo dio a probar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aire huele a ti,&lt;br /&gt;mi casa se cae porque no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;mis sábanas, mi pelo, mi ropa te buscan a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Mis pies son como cartón&lt;br /&gt;que voy arrastrando por cada rincón,&lt;br /&gt;mi cama se hace fría y gigante&lt;br /&gt;y en ella me pierdo yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi casa se vuelve a caer,&lt;br /&gt;mis flores se mueren de pena,&lt;br /&gt;mis lágrimas son charquitos&lt;br /&gt;que caen a mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Te mando besos de agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que hagan un hueco en tu calma,&lt;br /&gt;te mando besos de agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que bañen tu cuerpo y tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te mando besos de agua&lt;br /&gt;pá que curen tus heridas,&lt;br /&gt;te 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type='text'>pablo neruda esta noche</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio&lt;br /&gt;o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego:&lt;br /&gt;te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva&lt;br /&gt;dentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,&lt;br /&gt;y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;el apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo sin saber cómo, ni cuándo, ni de dónde,&lt;br /&gt;te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:&lt;br /&gt;así te amo porque no sé amar de otra manera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino así de este modo en que no soy ni eres,&lt;br /&gt;tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mía,&lt;br /&gt;tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueño."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATORCE VIDAS SON DOS GATOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto se grito diciendo nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pudimos ver con tanta luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo buscaba el cielo en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca sabré lo que encontraste tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te traigan flores las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no pases noches sin dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que un sueño se pose en tus pestañas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno de esos sueños que me sueña a mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detrás del viento un  huracán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fue formando en la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te cansas de sufrir, siempre me dejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón es de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guarda nada que no veas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un  pequeño resplandor de nuestra hoguera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi canción que nace del fracaso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es sólo una piel sobre la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que se besa y sabe amargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi boca seca,  nada que beber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre corazón que no sabe que decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas por lo que soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O por lo que nunca fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay caminos que hay que andar descalzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no te preocupes más por mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me entra arena en los zapatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez me quedo aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te cabe el cielo en un abrazo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre habrá una estrella para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si catorce vidas son dos gatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún queda mucho por vivir…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-1070189808393230899?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/StywtAMqoYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JgUsqNF_8jQ/s72-c/gatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-1275212366553768719</id><published>2009-10-18T20:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:59:31.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>la lluvia cae</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;Si, ay si temblor&lt;br /&gt;la lluvia cae en soledad&lt;br /&gt;si, ay si temblor&lt;br /&gt;no llamas y no vendrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora recuerdo tus manos&lt;br /&gt;tu ausencia da soledad&lt;br /&gt;en mi calle ya no hay críos&lt;br /&gt;y mi jardín seco esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora recuerdo tu cara&lt;br /&gt;tu fantasma quiere hablar&lt;br /&gt;y junto a mi está en la cama&lt;br /&gt;pero calor no me da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntos hicimos la casa&lt;br /&gt;a imagen de nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;fuiste y quedó tu fantasma&lt;br /&gt;y la casa se cayó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora recuerdo tu risa&lt;br /&gt;que lagrimas nos costó&lt;br /&gt;y ahora ya no somos nada&lt;br /&gt;ni tu fantasma ni yo. Si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días se quedan en nada&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos de nuestro amor&lt;br /&gt;le doy pena a tu fantasma&lt;br /&gt;y consuelo a mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora recuerdo tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;clavados en mi canción&lt;br /&gt;y mi canción me recuerda&lt;br /&gt;a mi fantasma mi amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-1275212366553768719?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/1275212366553768719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=1275212366553768719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/1275212366553768719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/1275212366553768719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-lluvia-cae.html' title='la lluvia cae'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7521635038072801171</id><published>2009-10-01T13:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:06:17.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amor vs temor</title><content type='html'>Amor y temor&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier acción emprendida por los seres humanos  se basa en el amor o en el temor.&lt;br /&gt;El temor es la energía  que contrae, cierra, capta, huye, oculta, acumula  y daña.&lt;br /&gt;El amor es la energía que se expande, abre, emite, permanece, revela, comparte y sana.&lt;br /&gt;El temor cubre nuestros cuerpos de ropa, el amor nos permite permanecer desnudos.&lt;br /&gt;El temor se aferra a todo lo que tenemos; el amor lo regala. &lt;br /&gt;El temor prohíbe, el amor quiere.&lt;br /&gt;El temor agarra, el amor deja ir.&lt;br /&gt;El temor duele, el amor alivia.&lt;br /&gt;El temor ataca, el amor  repara.&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier pensamiento, palabra, o acto humano se basa en una emoción o la otra, aunque tenemos libre albedrío respecto a cuál de los dos hay que escoger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7521635038072801171?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7521635038072801171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=7521635038072801171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7521635038072801171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7521635038072801171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/10/amor-vs-temor.html' title='amor vs temor'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-8071101944405556794</id><published>2009-09-30T16:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:27:36.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the warrior</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="middle"&gt;&lt;td height="90"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #996666;"&gt;In Search of the Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td height="90" width="20"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/maladir/imgmala/blank.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td bgcolor="#666666"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/maladir/imgmala/blank.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/maladir/imgmala/blank.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td align="left" colspan="3" height="15" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/maladir/imgmala/blank.gif" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td align="right" height="35" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img height="10" src="http://www.warriorofthelight.com/engl/maladir/imgmala/bolinha.gif" vspace="2" width="11" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td align="left" height="35" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Search of the Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                  &lt;td align="left" height="35" valign="middle"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                  &lt;td width="20"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td width="448"&gt;                    Those who dare having a project in life, foregoing everything to live their Personal Legend, will end up achieving anything. The important thing is to keep the fire in your heart and be strong to overcome hard moments.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the desires that are in our souls do not come from the nothingness; someone put them there. And this someone, who is pure love and only wishes our happiness, only did it because he gave us, together with these desires, the tools to make them happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The risky climb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a storm, a pilgrim reaches an  inn and the owner asks where he is going.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m going to the mountains,” he answers.&lt;br /&gt;“Forget it,” says the innkeeper, “it’s  a risky climb, and the weather is awful.” &lt;br /&gt;“But I’m going up,” answers the pilgrim,  “if my heart gets there first, it will be easy to follow it with my  body.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the price?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is the price of living a dream much higher  than the price of living without daring to dream?” asked the  disciple.&lt;br /&gt;The master took him to a clothes store. There, he asked him to try on a suit in exactly his size. The disciple obeyed, and was very amazed at the quality of the clothes. &lt;br /&gt;Then the master asked him to try on the same suit – but this time a size much bigger than his own. The disciple did as he was asked.&lt;br /&gt;“This one is no use. It’s too big.” &lt;br /&gt;“How much are these suits?” the master  asked the shop attendant. &lt;br /&gt;“They both cost the same price.  It’s just  the size that is different.” &lt;br /&gt;When leaving the store, the master told his disciple, “Living your dream or giving it up also costs the same price, which is usually very high. But the first lets us share the miracle of life, and the second is of no use to us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Search of the Path&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am willing to leave everything. Please,  take me as a disciple.”&lt;br /&gt;“How does a man choose his Path?” &lt;br /&gt;“Through sacrifice. A path that demands  sacrifice is a true path.”&lt;br /&gt;The abbot bumped into a bookcase. A very rare vase fell down and the young man threw himself to the floor to pick it up. He fell the wrong way and broke his arm. But he was able to save the vase. &lt;br /&gt;“Which sacrifice is greater, to see the vase  breaking down our breaking an arm to save it?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;“So then, do not try to guide your choice through sacrifice. The path is chosen by our capacity of compromising with each step we make while we walk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Drunkard Disciple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Zen master had hundreds of disciples. They  all prayed at the right time, except one, who was always drunk. &lt;br /&gt;The master was growing old. Some of the more virtuous pupils began to wonder who would be the new leader of the group, the one who would receive the important secrets of the Tradition.&lt;br /&gt;On the eve of his death, however, the master  called the drunkard disciple and revealed the hidden secrets to him. &lt;br /&gt;A veritable revolt broke out among the others. &lt;br /&gt;“How shameful!” they cried in the streets, “We have sacrificed ourselves for the wrong master, one who can’t see our qualities.”&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the commotion outside, the dying master remarked, “I had to pass on these secrets to a man that I knew well. All my pupils are very virtuous, and showed only their qualities. That is dangerous, for virtue often serves to hide vanity, pride and intolerance. That is why I chose the only disciple whom I know really well, since I can see his defect: drunkenness.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-8071101944405556794?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8071101944405556794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=8071101944405556794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8071101944405556794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her green plastic watering can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For her fake Chinese rubber plant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the fake plastic earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That she bought from a rubber man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a town full of rubber plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To get rid of itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wears her out, it wears her out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wears her out, it wears her out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She lives with a broken man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cracked polystyrene man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who just crumbles and burns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He used to do surgery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For girls in the eighties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But gravity always wins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it wears him out, it wears him out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wears him out, it wears . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She looks like the real thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She tastes like the real thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My fake plastic love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't help the feeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could blow through the ceiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I just turn and run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it wears me out, it wears me out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wears me out, it wears me out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I could be who you wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could be who you wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the time, all the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=%22http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=128801190&amp;amp;albumID=2620968&amp;amp;imageID=42951955%22%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/86/f53b64636d3e48d4a6d85754a3e263e5/m.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=128801190&amp;amp;albumID=2620968&amp;amp;imageID=42951955"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/86/f53b64636d3e48d4a6d85754a3e263e5/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-3840065991393050478?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/3840065991393050478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=3840065991393050478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/3840065991393050478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/3840065991393050478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/fake-plastic-trees.html' title='fake plastic trees'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-5437134348738172606</id><published>2009-09-28T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:28:42.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>may..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SsC54yONpDI/AAAAAAAAABI/gt1SfQOClFM/s72-c/l_d2365020096c4763830d07138c932357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-9019259513664068679</id><published>2009-09-28T14:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:07:17.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror (sylvia plath)</title><content type='html'>Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Mirror&lt;/h2&gt;I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. &lt;br /&gt;What ever you see I swallow immediately &lt;br /&gt;Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. &lt;br /&gt;I am not cruel, only truthful--- &lt;br /&gt;The eye of a little god, four-cornered. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. &lt;br /&gt;It is pink, with speckles.  I have looked at it so long &lt;br /&gt;I think it is a part of my heart.  But it flickers. &lt;br /&gt;Faces and darkness separate us over and over. &lt;br /&gt;Now I am a lake.  A woman bends over me,  &lt;br /&gt;Searching my reaches for what she really is. &lt;br /&gt;Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. &lt;br /&gt;I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. &lt;br /&gt;She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. &lt;br /&gt;I am important to her.  She comes and goes. &lt;br /&gt;Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman &lt;br /&gt;Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-9019259513664068679?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/9019259513664068679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=9019259513664068679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/9019259513664068679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/9019259513664068679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-sylvia-plath.html' title='mirror (sylvia plath)'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-8741535057525665173</id><published>2009-09-28T13:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:48:53.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Love dispels fear just as light dispels darkness. If even for a moment you have been in love with someone, fear disappears and thinking stops. With fear thinking continues. The more you are afraid, the more you have to think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;~ Osho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-8741535057525665173?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8741535057525665173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=8741535057525665173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8741535057525665173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8741535057525665173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-3522008353418132916</id><published>2009-09-25T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:36:59.207+01:00</updated><title type='text'>va por ti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;jueves 12 de octubre de 2006 Blog del detective amaestrado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="" name="116068588484041245" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;               &lt;h3 class="post-title" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;      Verdad o consecuencia        &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;       &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Las tardes de mi preadolescencia no tendrían el mismo color si no fuera por ese juego. Nos poníamos en corro chicos y chicas, y la cosa consistía en que, cuando a tí te tocaba, podía ser verdad o consecuencia. Si te tocaba verdad, tenías que contestar sinceramente (la pregunta era invariable, ¿te gusta fulanito/a?) y si, por el contrario te correspondía consecuencia, pues a cumplir una penitencia (invariable también, "dale un beso a no sé quien"). Maldita sea la hora en que decidimos dejar de practicar este juego. Como me gustaría saber ciertas verdades a estas alturas. Y que gratificante sería que me mandaran determinadas consecuencias. Tanto que luchamos siempre por recuperar las tradiciones arcaicas, deberíamos propiciar una oenegé que se dedicara al rescate de éstas. Creo que contaríamos con bastantes adeptos. Espero que los que reivindiquen volver a jugar a médicos y enfermos no lo hagan demasiado realista, introduciendo las temidas listas de espera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hay algunas verdades personales. Me da miedo que, cuando alguien empieza un régimen alimenticio, sea el corazón el que pierda peso. Sería una faena que uno se quede fuera por una cuestión de dieta. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y hay también consecuencias  maravillosas, como lo es el descubrir esta maravilla de poema de &lt;strong&gt;Vanesa Pérez-Sauquillo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;éste es mi contestador automático.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para herir, simplemente, marque 1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para contar mentiras que me crea, marque 2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para las confesiones trasnochadas, marque 4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para interpretaciones literarias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;producto del alcohol, marque 6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para poemas, marque almohadilla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Para cortar definitivamente la comunicación,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no marque nada, pero tampoco cuelgue,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;titubee en el teléfono&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(a ser posible durante varios meses)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hasta que note que voy abandonando el aparato&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;a intervalos de tiempo cada vez mas largos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No desespere.  Aguante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Espere a que sea yo la que se rinda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Le evitará cualquier remordimiento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gracias.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conducía hoy camino de la playa de Amadores, no me digan que no es un nombre precioso para tumbarse al sol. Es muy difícil no sentirse bien en un sitio así. Intentaré volver lo antes posible, pensé al salir. Afortunadamente, lo hice. Mi cabeza aún sigue en las inmediaciones.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;posted by El detective amaestrado at &lt;a href="http://eldetectiveamaestrado.blogspot.com/2006/10/verdad-o-consecuencia.html" title="permanent link"&gt;9:23 PM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-3522008353418132916?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-2444803891499195846</id><published>2009-09-24T19:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:32:53.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA ULTIMA VEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La arena cae sin cesar, en el reloj del cuerpo, y si dejas de respirar, puedes parar el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida fue, tan corta que no me dió, la oportunidad, de hacerme bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida puede terminar, puede hacerlo en cualquier momento, quedan tantas cosas por hacer, me falta tanto tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque al final, tus fotos se perderán, de mi corazón, tu nombre se borrará, para pedir perdón, hubo una oportunidad, las palabras de amor, se las lleva el viento, se las llevará, se las llevará, se las llevará, el viento se las llevará.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(niños mutantes, el sol de invierno)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-2463258645346988199</id><published>2009-09-24T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:56:55.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA PRIMERA VEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Es curioso pero lo del transito lapiz -boli tambien lo he apuntado yo en mi blog,,, y lo de las llaves de la&amp;nbsp; casa... ya no es solo curioso lo de la casa de tus padsre.. sino cuando firmas los papeles de tu propia casa,,, ( me falto darle un beso en la calva al notario..) y que decir que la primera noche que duermes en ella teniendo que saltar con pertiga todas las cajas de la mudanza. que bien,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y otros momentos... "mi primera colonia chispas", el primer noviete a escondidas de la gente de tu pueblo y de tus padres..(sobre todo mi madre en el balcon,,, tipo maceta) la primera vez que te escapas de casa,,la primera vez que vas al instituto y te sientes mayor porque te tiran huevos..y te pintan la cara con b de borrego,,, y que decir mi primera moto,,, tunea pa ese momento y sus respectivas caidas y carreras que me echaba yo ((NO si chusca he sio).. y la primera vez que te pintas y pareces un payaso..y se te queda el rimmel a pegotes y el primer beso y el primer "revolcon".el primer dia de universidad.. que bueno sobre todo cuando es un sitio nuevo..el primer viaje en avion, y no saber esa noche donde coño vas a dormir.. sobre todo cuando te vas al extranjero...el dia que te sacas el carne... sin pillar abuelas--- y conduces sola por primera vez con el pie temblando en el embrague..el primer concierto en el que te cuelas.. con un grupo heavy..con 13 años..( heroes del silencio,, ) y el ultimo de la fila con ofelia... mi compañera de conciertos..la primera boda de un amigo tuyo,, y despedida de soltero ( 3 dias en almeria) salvaje...y que decir cuando te enteras que van a tener un niño...el primer dia de curro, el primer sueldo qu te fundes en camisetas de zara y musica---el primer festival de musica.. el primer concierto de u2..la primera vez que duermes en la playa..la primera vez que te rompen el cuore.. joder como duele..aunque eso es algo que nunca amaina..a pesar del tiempo.la primera vez que se te muere alguien..la primera acampada, la primera borrachera( dos coronitas y un chupito) que triste.dioo cuantos buenos ratos..y aqui seguimos en este viaje que no para.. . silvers aqui todavia en el paraiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-2463258645346988199?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2463258645346988199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=2463258645346988199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/2463258645346988199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/2463258645346988199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-primera-vez.html' title='LA PRIMERA VEZ'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-8633079609077968917</id><published>2009-09-24T12:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:51:21.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SIN EMBARGO.. NO SE ..</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A cuántos ríos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ciudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;autobuses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;fronteras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;barcos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;carreteras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de distancia te fuiste a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Y estás tan cerca, sin embargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-8633079609077968917?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8633079609077968917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=8633079609077968917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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NO SE ..'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-916181694464505042</id><published>2009-09-23T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:46:52.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aryrso contesto al tiempo y a la distancia, a la alegria y a la pena  que dejaba al otro lado de la puerta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Las puertas son solo puertas cuando estan cerradas.. se repetia martilleandose la mente..el cadaver que llevaba a cuestas estaba ya desmembrando sus ultimas celulas...restos , restos,, esparcidos por su mundo vagante.. escombros y cenizas,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Promete no hacerte daño, solo te acuna como se arrulla a los niños chicos y te dara agua para quitarte la sed... pero... pero... tu te empeñas en llorar derramandola, no por pena, sino porque si miras a la luz mientras lloras ves estrellas y rafagas... haz la prueba... te empeñas en encontrar respuestas  que solo conoce el aire....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahora  solo escucho una niña que pasa por mi calle sin parar de tatarear esto,,, una y otra vez...esta noche no hay piedad... la casa sigue abierta...y yo he perdido las llaves, no quiero encontrarlas.. estan escondidas , haremos una hoguera si las encuentro.. y la cancion sigue martilleando mi mente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span 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when you really want something, it's because that desire originated in the soul of the universe. It's your mission on earth." ...."And when you want something, all the univer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;se conspires in helping you to achieve it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/span&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/8802484727250504641-8754917033494395476?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/8754917033494395476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=8754917033494395476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8754917033494395476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/8754917033494395476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/como-no.html' title='como no...'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-2224783316144437704</id><published>2009-09-23T22:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:58:36.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is not  serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqZlHVsJZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7eWhNTI9jfI/s1600-h/n583639286_787288_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqZlHVsJZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7eWhNTI9jfI/s320/n583639286_787288_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;by Osho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Laughter is one of the things most repressed by society all over the world, in all the ages. Society wants you to be serious. Parents want their children to be serious, teachers want their students to be serious, the bosses want their servants to be serious, the commanders want their armies to be serious. Seriousness is required of everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Laughter is dangerous and rebellious. When the teacher is teaching you and you start laughing, it will be taken as an insult. Your parents are saying something to you and you start laughing-it will be taken as an insult. Seriousness is thought to be honor, respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Naturally, laughter has been repressed so much that even though life all around is hilarious nobody is laughing. If your laughter is freed from its chains, from its bondage, you will be surprised-on each step there is something hilarious happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Life is not serious. Only graveyards are serious, death is serious. Life is love, life is laughter, life is dance, song. But we will have to give life a new orientation. The past has crippled life very badly, it has made you almost laughter blind, just like there are people who are colorblind. There are ten percent of people who are colorblind-it is a big percentage, but they are not aware that they are colorblind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;George Bernard Shaw was colorblind, and he came to know it when he was sixty years old. On his birthday somebody sent a present, a beautiful suit, a coat, but the person forgot to send a tie. So Bernard Shaw went with his secretary to find a matching tie. He liked the suit very much. He looked at ties and he chose one, and the secretary was surprised; she could not believe it-because the suit was yellow and the tie was green. She said, "What are you doing? This will look very strange."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;He said, "Why will it look strange? It is the same color."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The manager, the salesman... they all gathered, and they tried in many ways to find out.... He could not distinguish between yellow and green; they both appeared the same to him. He was colorblind. But for sixty years he was not aware of it. And there are ten percent of people in the world who are colorblind. Some color they are missing, or maybe they are mixing it up with some other color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The constant repression of laughter has made you laughter blind. Situations are happening everywhere, but you cannot see that there is any reason to laugh. If your laughter is freed from its bondage, the whole world will be full of laughter. It needs to be full of laughter; it will change almost everything in human life. You will not be as miserable as you are. In fact, you are not as miserable as you look-it is misery plus seriousness that makes you look so miserable. Just misery plus laughter, and you will not look so miserable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;[From Beyond Enlightenment , #27] OSHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-2224783316144437704?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/2224783316144437704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=2224783316144437704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/2224783316144437704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/2224783316144437704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-not-serious.html' title='Life is not  serious'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqZlHVsJZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7eWhNTI9jfI/s72-c/n583639286_787288_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7956065953168608756</id><published>2009-09-23T22:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:51:45.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He said; i will wait for you under that tree, the one with branches in "Y" shape linked to the trunk, in the "Y" shape spot of that forest.. she thought to herself he was talking about them as a metaphor of their relationship.... two branches linked to the trunk..or perphaps a trunk and two branches diverted from it..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;he said, there is no way of getting lost, i will leave some crumbs in the way as hints.. as traces, like that fairy tale he was read when a child, when he was scared of the darkness of the night ...and i will display some candles, moons and lighthouses..they will lead you to me, by my side.There is no way of getting lost, he repeated, i will always find you, and i will recognize you at once, even though you chose the wrong path, since there is no concept such as " wrong way", all roads take you to me...to where i am, to where i was, to what i am..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;silvers. february 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7956065953168608756?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7956065953168608756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=7956065953168608756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7956065953168608756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7956065953168608756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-said.html' title='He said..'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-7392226254062033350</id><published>2009-09-23T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:43:06.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Kerouac, On the Road,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqUJx949MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TlztxOXhllE/s1600-h/DSC06699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqUJx949MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TlztxOXhllE/s400/DSC06699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;hey danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8802484727250504641-7392226254062033350?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/7392226254062033350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=7392226254062033350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7392226254062033350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/7392226254062033350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/jack-kerouac-on-road.html' title='Jack Kerouac, On the Road,'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/SrqUJx949MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TlztxOXhllE/s72-c/DSC06699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8802484727250504641.post-6607956203471928160</id><published>2009-09-23T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T16:29:53.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we start...otra cara de la misma moneda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Whose woods these are I think I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His house is in the village though;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will not see me stopping here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My little horse must think it queer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To stop without a farmhouse near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between the woods and frozen lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The darkest evening of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To ask if there is some mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only other sound's the sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And miles to go before I sleep. &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/8802484727250504641-6607956203471928160?l=massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/feeds/6607956203471928160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8802484727250504641&amp;postID=6607956203471928160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/6607956203471928160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8802484727250504641/posts/default/6607956203471928160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://massilversroadnottaken.blogspot.com/2009/09/stopping-by-woods-on-snowy-evening.html' title='Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening'/><author><name>MRS FIDDES SAYS I AM A SUPER STAR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05804514856140537724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NoRXolyGXB4/Sru7ulx4JgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Xuwaw728dxU/S220/blue+silvers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
