<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585</id><updated>2009-11-16T07:09:48.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mir 'n zwOLLe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-8245490125478220489</id><published>2008-09-10T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T11:35:32.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vuelta al cole</title><content type='html'>L'últim post deia "I'm beggining to see the light". JA! Quina light? Després de les vacances no veig més que penumbra jiji rovellada com un ferro vell, toca possar-se en forma, però amb la post-vacacional i el principi de la foscor serà complicat. Com que faltarà motivació, ja he començat a picar-me amb l'Alba ;) A més, he vist aquest video i m'ha semblat revelador.&lt;br /&gt;Disfruteu-lo. A mi em sembla simplement genial. Impressionant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PNpIxqqMtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PNpIxqqMtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-8245490125478220489?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/8245490125478220489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=8245490125478220489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8245490125478220489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8245490125478220489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-vuelta-al-cole.html' title='La vuelta al cole'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-7310723147569558725</id><published>2008-06-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:13:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm beggining to see the light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SE1_oQixm7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fyJoblKsly0/s1600-h/DSC05653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SE1_oQixm7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fyJoblKsly0/s320/DSC05653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209960673549851570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to believe in Lou Reed :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met myself in a dream&lt;br /&gt;and I just wanted to tell you everything was all right&lt;br /&gt;Hey now baby, I'm beginning to see the light&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are problems in these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, ooohhh, none of them are mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I'm beginning to see the light&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;how does it feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-7310723147569558725?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/7310723147569558725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=7310723147569558725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7310723147569558725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7310723147569558725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-beggining-to-see-light.html' title='I&apos;m beggining to see the light!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SE1_oQixm7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/fyJoblKsly0/s72-c/DSC05653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-5322660438480614410</id><published>2008-05-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:52:26.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguració!!</title><content type='html'>No us podeu perdre l'exposició d'un autor de moda. Dibuixos i pintures, combinats amb retrats d'escaiola es mostraran divendres dia 23 de maig al carrer Cucurulla, cantonada Portal de l'Àngel. Us sorprendrà!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SDRu85lHoVI/AAAAAAAAACo/yaqPz7jznuc/s1600-h/tarjeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SDRu85lHoVI/AAAAAAAAACo/yaqPz7jznuc/s400/tarjeta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202905462047482194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SDRukJlHoTI/AAAAAAAAACY/70gn6sZcAnc/s1600-h/tarjeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-5322660438480614410?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/5322660438480614410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=5322660438480614410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/5322660438480614410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/5322660438480614410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/05/inauguraci.html' title='Inauguració!!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SDRu85lHoVI/AAAAAAAAACo/yaqPz7jznuc/s72-c/tarjeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-2465424722400340334</id><published>2008-05-13T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:25:33.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿por que dormir?</title><content type='html'>Y sobretodo cuando tienes tantas ganas, tantas cosas por hacer... porque dormir?&lt;br /&gt;Odio cuando llega este momento y se me ocurren mil cosas en las que emplear el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que no estoy en ese estado somnoliento de las mañanas en el trabajo?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que no se me ocurre nada que decir durante el día y al irme a dormir se me ocurren mil cosas que contar, mil sensaciones  que me atrevería a confesar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SCoUmplHoSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AmQgfQEr_KA/s1600-h/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SCoUmplHoSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AmQgfQEr_KA/s320/zzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199991373981786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No es justo, no creo que sea justo, y ahora quien duerme? Así que luego me pasa como a este pobre gatito, que ni la hora de comer le despierta, ... yo cambiaría el plato de comida por un teclado y sería lo que más se asemeja a la realidad del día a día del trabajo en la oficina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaré yo hecha para eso? Espero atreverme a dudarlo algún día ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bona nit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-2465424722400340334?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/2465424722400340334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=2465424722400340334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/2465424722400340334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/2465424722400340334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/05/por-que-dormir.html' title='¿por que dormir?'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SCoUmplHoSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AmQgfQEr_KA/s72-c/zzz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-7558383085222693675</id><published>2008-04-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:48:26.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gósol 2009!!</title><content type='html'>Ara si ho podem dir, ara ja és més que una il·lusió, que una intenció, que un somni, ara ja podem cridar amb la boca gran i plens d'orgull, que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;GÓSOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2009 JA ÉS UNA REALITAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;EL 2009 EL CLUB &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;UPC&lt;/span&gt; ORGANITZARÀ LA &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PRIMERA&lt;/span&gt; CURSA&lt;br /&gt;DE COPA C&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; DE LA SEVA HISTÒRIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi ha molta feina a fer, però ara ja podem somiar sense por a que ningú ens tregui la il·lusió!! Endavant UPC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBjla8-VUNI/AAAAAAAAACA/gX2I_-5AKdY/s1600-h/gosol-pedraforca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBjla8-VUNI/AAAAAAAAACA/gX2I_-5AKdY/s400/gosol-pedraforca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195154421378797778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Es pot veure el poble de Gósol amb la fletxeta verda. El Pedraforca a la dreta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-7558383085222693675?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/7558383085222693675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=7558383085222693675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7558383085222693675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7558383085222693675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/04/gsol-2009.html' title='Gósol 2009!!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBjla8-VUNI/AAAAAAAAACA/gX2I_-5AKdY/s72-c/gosol-pedraforca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-8635921719577217129</id><published>2008-04-28T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T14:03:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La luz de la mañana</title><content type='html'>Uno grupo con luz. Facto Delafe y Las flores azules. Cuando escuchas su música te dan ganas de que sea primavera para dar un paseo por la playa a la salida del sol. &lt;div&gt;Tienen dos discos, "El monstruo de las Ramblas" y "La luz de la mañana". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y si sus discos son geniales, no os perdais su directo, mucho-mucho mejor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194404133541859490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBY7Cc-VUKI/AAAAAAAAABo/GGnWVlkNEQY/s320/facto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-8635921719577217129?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/8635921719577217129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=8635921719577217129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8635921719577217129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8635921719577217129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-luz-de-la-maana.html' title='La luz de la mañana'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBY7Cc-VUKI/AAAAAAAAABo/GGnWVlkNEQY/s72-c/facto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-783913839778630454</id><published>2008-04-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T10:36:06.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dale gas</title><content type='html'>Un dibuixet que va sorgir durant un curset de la feina. En la meva defensa al·lego que era divendres a la tarda ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBS5Fc-VUHI/AAAAAAAAABU/X4AUVsLsM4k/s1600-h/bender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBS5Fc-VUHI/AAAAAAAAABU/X4AUVsLsM4k/s320/bender.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193979773593145458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-783913839778630454?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/783913839778630454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=783913839778630454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/783913839778630454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/783913839778630454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/04/dale-gas.html' title='Dale gas'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/SBS5Fc-VUHI/AAAAAAAAABU/X4AUVsLsM4k/s72-c/bender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-1858114849122084743</id><published>2008-04-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:04:33.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missatge d'autoconvenciment!</title><content type='html'>Jo puc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I per asegurar-me'n, deixo que m'ho digui Lou Reed... (El proper cop me l'enduc a entrenar, motiva no??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtAjFp-zwqY&amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtAjFp-zwqY&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUN RUN RUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-1858114849122084743?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/1858114849122084743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=1858114849122084743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/1858114849122084743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/1858114849122084743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/04/missatge-dautoconvenciment.html' title='Missatge d&apos;autoconvenciment!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-5514679106675530448</id><published>2008-04-18T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T13:32:51.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivir sin recordar</title><content type='html'>Quien me iba a decir a mi, que buscando información sobre el nuevo programa de música de la2 "No disparen al pianista" iba a encontrarme con este grupo tan chulo, y esta genial canción, con la colaboración de Deluxe en este caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2WP8N7Bxds&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2WP8N7Bxds&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-5514679106675530448?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/5514679106675530448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=5514679106675530448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/5514679106675530448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/5514679106675530448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/04/vivir-sin-recordar.html' title='Vivir sin recordar'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-6214302558957677624</id><published>2008-02-01T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T15:48:22.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno de estos dias. Hoy. Ahora mismo. Ven conmigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Creo que esta es otra de las escenas brillantes de películas de Isabel Coixet. Esta, junto con la escena inicial de "Mi vida sin mi" es de las que más me aporta cuando la veo. Aquí una parte del diálogo, algunos trozos especialmente geniales. Esta extraido de otro blog, está claro que esta escena no deja indiferente a nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yo aún no sé qué hacer, lo estoy pensando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He pensado que… tú y yo… podríamos ir a algún sitio juntos. Uno de estos días. Hoy. Ahora mismo. Ven conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No, yo… creo que no va a ser posible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-¿Por qué no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ahm…Porque si decidiéramos irnos a algún lugar juntos me da miedo que un día… hoy no, quizás, quizás mañana tampoco, pero un día, de repente, puede que empiece a llorar y llorar y llore tanto que nada ni nadie pueda pararme y que las lágrimas llenen la habitación y que me falte el aire y que te arrastre conmigo y que nos ahoguemos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aprenderé a nadar. Te lo juro. Aprenderé a nadar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaGzF9NLVrU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaGzF9NLVrU&amp;rel=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-6214302558957677624?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/6214302558957677624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=6214302558957677624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6214302558957677624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6214302558957677624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2008/02/uno-de-estos-dias-hoy-ahora-mismo-ven.html' title='Uno de estos dias. Hoy. Ahora mismo. Ven conmigo'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-132550465470164059</id><published>2007-12-29T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T10:48:54.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orienteering Links</title><content type='html'>Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Aquí van una sèrie de links-o per estudiar eleccions d'itinerari, aprendre sobre Ocad i altres softwares-o i forums-o entre d'altres. Espero que us siguin útils, a mi si :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://orienteering.metu.edu.tr/test/" target="_blank"&gt;http://orienteering.metu.edu.tr/test/&lt;/a&gt; (joc de simbologia, en anglès)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.fortnet.org/icd/sp/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.fortnet.org/icd/sp/index.html&lt;/a&gt; ( joc de simbologia, en castellà )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://orientacion.foro.st/" target="_blank"&gt;http://orientacion.foro.st/&lt;/a&gt; ( foro de temes d'orientació )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://routegadget.orientacio.org/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://routegadget.orientacio.org/index.htm&lt;/a&gt; (Route Gadget Copa Catalana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.worldofo.com/2007/12/26/route-to-christmas-bonus-2/"&gt;http://news.worldofo.com/2007/12/26/route-to-christmas-bonus-2/&lt;/a&gt; (Eleccions d'itinerari. Al menú de la dreta esta la llista d'eleccions postejades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olles.bloguje.cz/1_tema.php"&gt;http://olles.bloguje.cz/1_tema.php&lt;/a&gt; (mapes Txecs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.nopesport.com/viewforum.php?f=1"&gt;http://forum.nopesport.com/viewforum.php?f=1&lt;/a&gt; (Forum anglès)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigfootorienteers.com/ocad/"&gt;http://www.bigfootorienteers.com/ocad/&lt;/a&gt; (trucs Ocad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://purplepen.golde.org/about.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://purplepen.golde.org/about.htm&lt;/a&gt; (maquetació de mapes: recorreguts, simbologia, ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fins... l'any que ve? abans? després?&lt;br /&gt;Bon final de 2007 i inici de 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-132550465470164059?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/132550465470164059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=132550465470164059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/132550465470164059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/132550465470164059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/12/orienteering-links.html' title='Orienteering Links'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-6698888536728488363</id><published>2007-12-26T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T12:53:27.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runners world</title><content type='html'>Desde hace un tiempo tengo en mente participar en una carrera de 10 km. de las muchas que se organizan en Barcelona y cercanías. Si, lo se, no es orientación ;) pero creo que puede servirme de entrenamiento y, sobretodo, para obligarme a entrenar tiradas más largas, porque ahora mismo cada vez que salgo a correr me aburro enseguida y me vuelvo para casa (y más ahora, después de las comidas de las Navidades...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me informaba sobre la inscripción de la cursa dels Nassos (San Silvestre Barcelonesa) he estado curioseando en webs de corredores, sobre temas de nutrición, entrenamientos, etc. Aquí dejo algunos links para quien le puedan interesar y para mi, para acordarme de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148376587903088338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/R3K1OrvmttI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgGe8B76bgU/s400/cursanassos.jpg" width="446" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien se apunta? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runners.es/Salud_Nutricion/dieta.jsp?id=156"&gt;http://www.runners.es/Salud_Nutricion/dieta.jsp?id=156&lt;/a&gt; (nutrición para carreras de 5-10 km)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcn.cat/santsilvestre/index.html"&gt;http://www.bcn.cat/santsilvestre/index.html&lt;/a&gt; (La Cursa dels Nassos - 31 de desembre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubdecorredores.com/servicios_b.php?id=24"&gt;http://www.clubdecorredores.com/servicios_b.php?id=24&lt;/a&gt; (nutrición para diferentes distancias)&lt;br /&gt;Webs de información para corredores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubdecorredores.com/home.php"&gt;http://www.clubdecorredores.com/home.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runners.es/"&gt;http://www.runners.es/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forrunnersbyrunners.com/"&gt;http://www.forrunnersbyrunners.com/&lt;/a&gt; (en inglés)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la próxima!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-6698888536728488363?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/6698888536728488363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=6698888536728488363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6698888536728488363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6698888536728488363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/12/runners-world.html' title='Runners world'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/R3K1OrvmttI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgGe8B76bgU/s72-c/cursanassos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-2691790945851955706</id><published>2007-11-17T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:03:39.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The times they are a-changing</title><content type='html'>According with these days, I put here this lyrics. Bob Dylan considers himself a poet first, and a musician second. We can check this fact in these deep lyrics. And If you like Bob Dylan, you better visit his lyrics in &lt;a href="http://bobdylan.com/songs/"&gt;http://bobdylan.com/songs/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rz7lELU8MBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jfwpdaD6DFA/s1600-h/times.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133792485171802130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rz7lELU8MBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jfwpdaD6DFA/s320/times.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rz7lELU8MBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jfwpdaD6DFA/s1600-h/times.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The times they are a-changing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come gather 'round people&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you roam&lt;br /&gt;And admit that the waters&lt;br /&gt;Around you have grown&lt;br /&gt;And accept it that soon&lt;br /&gt;You'll be drenched to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;If your time to you&lt;br /&gt;Is worth savin'&lt;br /&gt;Then you better start swimmin'&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll sink like a stone&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come writers and critics&lt;br /&gt;Who prophesize with your pen&lt;br /&gt;And keep your eyes wide&lt;br /&gt;The chance won't come again&lt;br /&gt;And don't speak too soon&lt;br /&gt;For the wheel's still in spin&lt;br /&gt;And there's no tellin' who&lt;br /&gt;That it's namin'.&lt;br /&gt;For the loser now&lt;br /&gt;Will be later to win&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come senators, congressmen&lt;br /&gt;Please heed the call&lt;br /&gt;Don't stand in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;Don't block up the hall&lt;br /&gt;For he that gets hurt&lt;br /&gt;Will be he who has stalled&lt;br /&gt;There's a battle outside&lt;br /&gt;And it is ragin'.&lt;br /&gt;It'll soon shake your windows&lt;br /&gt;And rattle your walls&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come mothers and fathers&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the land&lt;br /&gt;And don't criticize&lt;br /&gt;What you can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your sons and your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Are beyond your command&lt;br /&gt;Your old road is&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly agin'.&lt;br /&gt;Please get out of the new one&lt;br /&gt;If you can't lend your hand&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line it is drawn&lt;br /&gt;The curse it is cast&lt;br /&gt;The slow one now&lt;br /&gt;Will later be fast&lt;br /&gt;As the present now&lt;br /&gt;Will later be past&lt;br /&gt;The order is&lt;br /&gt;Rapidly fadin'.&lt;br /&gt;And the first one now&lt;br /&gt;Will later be last&lt;br /&gt;For the times they are a-changin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-2691790945851955706?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/2691790945851955706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=2691790945851955706' title='0 Comments'/><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-6126849877356881372</id><published>2007-10-04T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:52:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When there's nothing left to burn, you have to put yourself on fire</title><content type='html'>Some periods of your life you feel like music arrives deepper. Since some days ago, my ears are receiving and re-hearing good (new and old) songs from all along the world. I want to remain them and to propagate this wave of good music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stars, Your Ex-Lover Is Dead&lt;br /&gt;- Travis, Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;- Travis, Why does it always rain on me&lt;br /&gt;- La buena vida, Que nos va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;- Divine Comedy, Party fears two&lt;br /&gt;- Marlango, Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;- Deluxe, Ver en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll enjoy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-6126849877356881372?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/6126849877356881372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=6126849877356881372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6126849877356881372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/6126849877356881372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-theres-nothing-left-to-burn-you.html' title='When there&apos;s nothing left to burn, you have to put yourself on fire'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-8680982111514317147</id><published>2007-09-30T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:39:24.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold mountain</title><content type='html'>"El hombre es el que ha plantado toda esta mierda, dicen que esta guerra es un el cielo de nubes negras, pero ellos provocan la tormenta y luego se quedan bajo la lluvia gritando: ¡Joder esta lloviendo!" - Ruby (Renee Zellweger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116037091168936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rv_QoOTY4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j-qc3s4zpvA/s320/zellweger_in_cold_mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Que lástima que desde la época que recrea esta película a la que nos encontramos, las cosas hayan cambiado tan poco en algunos sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-8680982111514317147?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/8680982111514317147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=8680982111514317147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8680982111514317147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8680982111514317147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/09/cold-mountain.html' title='Cold mountain'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rv_QoOTY4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/j-qc3s4zpvA/s72-c/zellweger_in_cold_mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-8156208844034958466</id><published>2007-09-24T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:48:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers in the window</title><content type='html'>Travis ayer en la Mercè 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varias cosas que me llamaron la atención del concierto. Sobretodo, las ganas que le ponian todos los del grupo, me lo esperaba algo más calmado. Un buen ejemplo fueron las veces en que el cantante se subió guitarra en mano a la bateria, para después pegar un salto y volver al micro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el guitarrista empezó a acelerarse y de golpe apareció encima del público, eso si, sin parar de tocar la guitarra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El momento en que nos hicieron gritar Klaus mientras escuchabamos un solo de piano en good Feeling (by Klaus :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi al final, cuando nos pusimos a saltar con la canción Why Does It Always Rain On Me, genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y finalmente, el momento genial, una de las pocas canciones que conocía, y también mi preferida, en el mejor momento de la noche. El grupo se fue del escenario y después de los gritos del público volvieron para tocar las últimas. Y así, salió el cantante, con una guitarra acústica, llamó a la banda y se pusieron a cantar. Y a media canción, el cantante se pone a dar palmas, pero la guitarra... seguia sonando!!! Entonces fue cuando nos fijamos que el guitarrista estaba marcando las notas y el bajista dandole a las cuerdas!! Genial, tantas sensaciones pasaron por mi cabeza... fue super emocionante, me encantó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ci2eg2P3HY8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first held you I was cold&lt;br /&gt;A melting snowman I was told&lt;br /&gt;But there was no-one there to hold before&lt;br /&gt;I swore that I would be alone for ever more&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at you now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;It's such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause to stand up, out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You are one in a million&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason to feel bad&lt;br /&gt;But there are many seasons to feel glad, sad, mad&lt;br /&gt;It's just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold&lt;br /&gt;But I am here to help you with the load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at you now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;It's such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause to stand up, out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You are one in a million&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we're here and now is fine&lt;br /&gt;So far away from there and there is time, time, time&lt;br /&gt;To plant new seeds and watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;So there'll be flowers in the window when we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at us now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;It's such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause to stand up, out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You are one in a million,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Lets watch the flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;Wow look at you now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the window&lt;br /&gt;Its such a lovely day&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad you feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Cause to stand up, out in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You are one in a million&lt;br /&gt;And I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch the flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch the flowers grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-8156208844034958466?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/8156208844034958466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=8156208844034958466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8156208844034958466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/8156208844034958466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/09/flowers-in-window.html' title='Flowers in the window'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-4615645157205094690</id><published>2007-09-13T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:38:20.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uno de mis dibujantes favoritos y uno de sus dibujos de una irreverente muchachita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rul6kwjFZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zSz56fnTN0A/s1600-h/careta16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109750024154474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rul6kwjFZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zSz56fnTN0A/s320/careta16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Más en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ocarretero.spaces.live.com/?owner=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://ocarretero.spaces.live.com/?owner=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-4615645157205094690?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/4615645157205094690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=4615645157205094690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/4615645157205094690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/4615645157205094690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/09/mscaras.html' title='Máscaras'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/Rul6kwjFZ_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/zSz56fnTN0A/s72-c/careta16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-1590688795385830830</id><published>2007-09-10T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:27:00.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm from Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; We're from Barcelona&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna sing this song with all of my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we're all from Barcelona &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love is a feeling that we don't understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we're gonna give it to ya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll aim for the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll aim for your heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the night comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we'll bring you love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll be one of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the night comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108611652479716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/RuVvOzl5jdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2b-BzjoPdB8/s320/im_from_barcelona_ep.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Un grupo de música que he descubierto hoy gracias a Javi, la canción me sonaba pero al volverla a oir hoy de verdad, me ha dado muy buen rollo. Sigo la cadena y os la recomiendo yo también, a ver si con un poco de suerte os transmite lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-1590688795385830830?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/1590688795385830830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=1590688795385830830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/1590688795385830830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/1590688795385830830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-from-barcelona.html' title='I&apos;m from Barcelona'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/RuVvOzl5jdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2b-BzjoPdB8/s72-c/im_from_barcelona_ep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-7906634063632899623</id><published>2007-05-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:03:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Árbol Rojo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoy ha llegado a mis manos El Árbol Rojo. Algo en apariencia tan sencillo como un dibujo, y tan complejo como una metáfora de la vida, tan parecida... Me ha imresionado de verdad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064168772797437826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/RkeKqvE3l4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sg6wgDWa2vg/s320/portadaArbolRojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Info del libro: &lt;a href="http://www.barbara-fiore.com/84-933980-4-7/933980-4-7-1.html"&gt;http://www.barbara-fiore.com/84-933980-4-7/933980-4-7-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Web del autor: &lt;a href="http://www.shauntan.net/"&gt;http://www.shauntan.net/&lt;/a&gt; impresionante, tanto los dibujos como el montaje de links e información.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mi me ha encantado, precioso. No podeis dejar de verlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-7906634063632899623?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/7906634063632899623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=7906634063632899623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7906634063632899623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/7906634063632899623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-rbol-rojo.html' title='El Árbol Rojo'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9l7UklsKGDY/RkeKqvE3l4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sg6wgDWa2vg/s72-c/portadaArbolRojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115809759420385488</id><published>2006-09-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:46:34.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los aviones...</title><content type='html'>Dicen que los aviones siguen la mayor parte del tiempo una trayectoria erronea, y que la van corrigiendo, dando pequeños giros. Al final llegan a su destino. Bueno... no siempre :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso me consuela un poco, cuando en la mayor parte del tiempo creo ir siguiendo un rumbo equivocado. Quizá ese rumbo sigue un destino correcto y solo esta un poco desviado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...espero que no mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ziens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-115809759420385488?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115809759420385488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115809759420385488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115809759420385488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115809759420385488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/09/los-aviones.html' title='Los aviones...'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115749077390613839</id><published>2006-09-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:12:53.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Hinojosa siempre está de moda!</title><content type='html'>Genial como siempre. En resumen... unas fotos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actividades en coche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...o sobre el coche...&lt;br /&gt;o destrozando los bajos de los coches...&lt;br /&gt;... o batiendo records guinness... &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/100_3113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/100_3113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deportistas natos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruta del cañón de rio lobos,&lt;br /&gt;desde el puente de los 7 ojos hasta Hontoria,&lt;br /&gt;con caminito estrecho y lleno de piedras incluido ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/DSC00773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/DSC00773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actividades en bici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... con cuidadín, que sino luego...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/100_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/100_3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/100_2947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/100_2947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... y practicando el deporte nacional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y también...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/100_3015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/100_3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...fiestecillas... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guateque sesentero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/100_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/100_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... y ante todo paz y amor!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cada año algo y alguien nuevo a quien descubrir o redescubrir.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos el año que viene... o antes. &lt;p&gt;tot ziens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-115749077390613839?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115749077390613839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115749077390613839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115749077390613839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115749077390613839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-hinojosa-siempre-est-de-moda.html' title='La Hinojosa siempre está de moda!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115745792079047456</id><published>2006-09-05T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T05:36:48.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>most of the time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Most of the time&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm clear focused all around,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I can keep both feet on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;I can follow the path, I can read the signs,&lt;br /&gt;Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,&lt;br /&gt;I can handle whatever I stumble upon,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even notice she's gone,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;It's well understood,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change it if I could,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own,&lt;br /&gt;I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,&lt;br /&gt;I can survive, I can endure&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even think about her&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;My head is on straight,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong enough not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;I don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,&lt;br /&gt;I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick&lt;br /&gt;I can smile in the face of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;She ain't even in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't know her if I saw her&lt;br /&gt;She's that far behind.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I can't even be sure&lt;br /&gt;If she was ever with me&lt;br /&gt;Or if I was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I'm halfway content,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;I know exactly where I went,&lt;br /&gt;I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide,&lt;br /&gt;Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,&lt;br /&gt;I don't compromised and I don't pretend,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care if I ever see her again&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Also recomended versioned for Mary Lee's Corvette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/bobdylan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/bobdylan.gif" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/bob_dylan_ohmercyalbum.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/200/bob_dylan_ohmercyalbum.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/bobdylan.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4100/1628/1600/bobdylan.gif"&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/16997585-115745792079047456?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115745792079047456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115745792079047456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115745792079047456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115745792079047456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-of-time.html' title='most of the time...'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115248427221057988</id><published>2006-07-09T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T15:56:58.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They are my friends!</title><content type='html'>Porque cada vez que oigo esta canción me acuerdo de mi último día en Zwolle, de camino al centro con Rubén, para enviar la caja con las cosas de Chabe, cantandola mientras ibamos en bici, y pensando en todos los amigos increibles que habia hecho durante el erasmus, lo que sentía por ellos y el poco tiempo que me quedaba estando con ellos en Zwolle. Grácias por este buen recuerdo rubencillo! Y gracias a todos por estos cinco meses increibles... sois mis amigos! You're my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta me llamó&lt;br /&gt;a las 6 hora española&lt;br /&gt;sólo para hablar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo se sentía sola&lt;br /&gt;porque Sebas se marchó&lt;br /&gt;de nuevo a Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;el dinero se acabó&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay sitio para nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dónde empieza &lt;br /&gt;y dónde acabará&lt;br /&gt;el destino que nos une&lt;br /&gt;y que nos separará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo estoy sola en el hotel&lt;br /&gt;estoy viendo amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Santiago de Chile&lt;br /&gt;se despierta ante montañas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguirre toca la guitarra en la 304&lt;br /&gt;un gato rebelde&lt;br /&gt;que anda medio enamorao&lt;br /&gt;de la señorita Rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;aunque no lo ha confesado&lt;br /&gt;eso lo sé yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;en la calle pasábamos las horas&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por encima de todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos me contó&lt;br /&gt;que a su hermana Isabel&lt;br /&gt;la echaron del trabajo&lt;br /&gt;sin saber por qué&lt;br /&gt;no le dieron ni las gracias&lt;br /&gt;porque estaba sin contrato&lt;br /&gt;aquella misma tarde&lt;br /&gt;fuimos a celebrarlo&lt;br /&gt;ya no tendrás que soportar&lt;br /&gt;al imbécil de tu jefe&lt;br /&gt;ni un minuto más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;en la calle pasábamos las horas&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por encima de todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidia fue a vivir a Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;y hoy ha venido a mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;Claudia tuvo un hijo&lt;br /&gt;y de Guille y los demás &lt;br /&gt;ya no se nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;en la calle pasábamos las horas&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por encima de todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;en la calle pasábamos las horas&lt;br /&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;br /&gt;Por encima de todas las cosas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Son mis amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta called me&lt;br /&gt;at six spanish hour&lt;br /&gt;only for speaking,&lt;br /&gt;only she was feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;because Sebas went away&lt;br /&gt;again to Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;the money finished&lt;br /&gt;there's already no place for anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does it begin&lt;br /&gt;and where will it finish&lt;br /&gt;the destiny that unites us&lt;br /&gt;and what will separate us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone in the hotel&lt;br /&gt;I'm whaching the sun rising&lt;br /&gt;Santiago de Chile&lt;br /&gt;wakes up between mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguirre plays the gitar in the 304&lt;br /&gt;a rebel cat &lt;br /&gt;walks half in love&lt;br /&gt;of Miss Rock'n'roll&lt;br /&gt;although she haven't confesed it&lt;br /&gt;I know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my friends&lt;br /&gt;in the street we passed the hours&lt;br /&gt;They are my friends&lt;br /&gt;above all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos told me &lt;br /&gt;that to her sister Isabel&lt;br /&gt;they have fired her from the work&lt;br /&gt;without knowing why&lt;br /&gt;they didn't give her neither the thank you&lt;br /&gt;because she was without contract&lt;br /&gt;that same afternoon&lt;br /&gt;we went to celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;you won't have to stand&lt;br /&gt;the imbecile of your boss&lt;br /&gt;neither one minute more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are my friends&lt;br /&gt;in the street we were passing the hours&lt;br /&gt;they are my friends&lt;br /&gt;above all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lidia came to live in Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;and today it has comed to my memory&lt;br /&gt;Claudia had a son&lt;br /&gt;and about Guille and the rest&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my friends&lt;br /&gt;in the street passed the hours&lt;br /&gt;they are my friends&lt;br /&gt;above all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are my friends&lt;br /&gt;in the street passed the hours&lt;br /&gt;they are my friends&lt;br /&gt;above all the things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They are my friends&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&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/16997585-115248427221057988?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115248427221057988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115248427221057988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115248427221057988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115248427221057988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-are-my-friends.html' title='They are my friends!'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115202374794649915</id><published>2006-07-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:35:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my goodbye... our goodbye</title><content type='html'>Ana and me went together to Amsterdam the same day to take the plane to Spain. Each one to a different place, Ana to Madrid and me to Barcelona. Barcelona... Barcelona... it sounds weird to me... I didn't know what I was going to find there, how was I going to feel... what about was I going to speak with my family and friends? were they going to understand me? I was not stressed at all: "we will see..." I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before was so quiet, but nice at the same time, all together, having dinner and speaking... Itamar showing the room to the next erasmus people from las Palmas, with the webcam (and Rubén writting "cocina" and "amigo que pelo" thousands of times ;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, taking everything from the walls of the room, and at the end, taking the baggage and saying goodbye (with the stressed moment of the taxi... it was 15 min. late). It was sad to say goodbye but not as sad as before. Ana and me were amazed, we thought it was going to be much more hard, but I think we were crying and being sad during the whole last week, so we didn't drink water enought for crying more ;) nono, seriously, I think we assumed the fact we were leaving, and all the time we were crying for all the people that was leaving, we were crying also for us, and because we didn't want to leave that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we will miss everybody. And the people that still remained there was so good (now everybody is in his own place) and we will miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have known really special people, and I'm very lucky for knowing this kind of good people. But I will leave the conlusions for another post... You will have to wait ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big kisses and tot ziens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mír)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-115202374794649915?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115202374794649915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115202374794649915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115202374794649915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115202374794649915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-goodbye-our-goodbye.html' title='my goodbye... our goodbye'/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16997585.post-115202229676018537</id><published>2006-07-04T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:11:37.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye week :(</title><content type='html'>Good bye week. Sad week. crying week...The last week. It's all the same. With the goodbye of Alejandra, almost everybody began to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Cristiana and Adriano, buaaaaaaaa :( Carrica people far away from leliestraat.&lt;br /&gt;The following days, a little bit of breath, nobody was leaving so we could reestablish our lifes. During the week, Johan and Fabrice left and saturday early morning Ockie and Otman...  Very sad goodbyes, very nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But saturday, last night for a lot of people, all the belgium girls: Sandrine, Flore, Claudia, Sophie... Sunday morning (like Lou Reed said...) was a very sad one. Each hour one of them was leaving... we were going to miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tuesday morning... Chabe and Martín. So hard. All the night together and in the early morning, they took the train to Amsterdam, a very difficult goodbye, they almost loose the train, we couldn't say them goodbye in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sad goodbyes for a very nice people... it's hard to thing that we will not meet for a long time with some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, all of this week, we were thinking about the fact of leaving Zwolle and leaving all our erasmus life, the bike, the enviroment, the city, ... So hard. Time was comming also, till the end, the same way it was comming when for the counting down for going there. That's life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tot ziens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16997585-115202229676018537?l=mirzwolle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/feeds/115202229676018537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16997585&amp;postID=115202229676018537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115202229676018537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16997585/posts/default/115202229676018537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mirzwolle.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye-week.html' title='Goodbye week :('/><author><name>mir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07688504470617875037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11268077577667824025'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>