<?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-9006205546605846147</id><updated>2009-12-18T10:43:04.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lorena's Blogbilingue</title><subtitle type='html'>Two languages, two cultures, the door opens.
Dos idiomas, dos culturas, la puerta se abre</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-625764598287899870</id><published>2009-12-18T10:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:43:04.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bendiciones'/><title type='text'>El Sueño/ The Dream</title><content type='html'>Imagina que te saludo o me despido de ti y siento un amor muy fuerte dentro de mí y sé que eres tú la persona que está enfrente de mí pero cuando miro bien no veo tu cara sino la mía, me miro a mí misma, es como si estuviera viéndome en un espejo, pero soy yo y soy la persona que se para allí mirándome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina…este sueño me dice que somos uno y no hay diferencia entre tú y yo.  Somos iguales.  Recibo tus bendiciones, hijo del Universo.  Siento tu amor, recibe el mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see myself in you.&lt;br /&gt;In the dream we are standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;I feel the love surrounding us&lt;br /&gt;We are smiling as we say “Hello”&lt;br /&gt;There is a light that glows&lt;br /&gt;And as I look at what I think is you&lt;br /&gt;I see my own face smiling back&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I am you and you are me?&lt;br /&gt;And so by loving you I am loving me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, holy child of the Universe, may these blessings abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;12/18/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-625764598287899870?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/625764598287899870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=625764598287899870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/625764598287899870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/625764598287899870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-sueno-dream.html' title='El Sueño/ The Dream'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-6749133012428126449</id><published>2009-12-08T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:42:28.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Los Pensamientos/ Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&gt; 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&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¿Qué clase de pensamientos tienes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¿De qué piensas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Durante el día ¿dónde reside tu mente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¿Piensas en desastres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por ejemplo, “Nada va a pasar como yo quiero, todo me va mal, todo el mundo está en contra de mí, la gente es mala, no tengo suficiente dinero, etc. etc.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cada causa tiene su efecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nuestros pensamientos nos afectan en maneras que tal vez no podamos imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si estamos siempre pensando en lo peor, pues, “lo peor” nos va a pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si decido vivir en el temor, entonces cualquier cosa mala me puede llegar porque he puesto toda mi atención en la cosa miedosa y el universo quiere darnos lo que “queremos.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si estoy enfocada en algo negativo, el universo cree que es lo que quiero en mi vida y me lo va a dar, inclusive cosas como dolores en el cuerpo, depresión, o cualquier enfermedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cami Walker, una mujer joven tenía esclerosis múltiple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Su consejadora, una mujer africana chamana le dijo que dejara de estar pensando en sus problemas y en vez de andar ensimismada que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;diera regalos, un regalo a diario a cualquier persona por veintinueve días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lo hizo y antes de terminar los 29 días ya no caminaba con bastón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Siguió con el hecho de estar regalando y se curó por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No hizo ningún otro cambio en su dieta ni medicinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lo interesante fue que los “regalos” eran algo tan simple como una sonrisa, o abrir la puerta a alguien o dejar a una persona pasar primero en la cola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uno no tenía que estar gastando dinero para dar un regalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Preparar una comida para la persona que amas, por ejemplo, es un regalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dar bendiciones a la persona que te rebasa cuando quieres entrar en el carril…la posibilidades son infinitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lo importante es ser consciente de dar sin esperar nada de la persona que recibe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;En realidad, cuando damos, sólo damos a nosotros mismos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si quieres ver el sitio de Cami Walker, aprieta aquí: &lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.ning.com"&gt;29Gifts.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What kind of thoughts do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What do you think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the day, where does your mind live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you think of disasters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For example, “Nothing happens the way I want it to, everything goes wrong, everyone is against me, people are evil, I don’t have enough money, and so forth and so on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every cause has its effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our thoughts affect us in ways that perhaps we can’t imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If we are always thinking of the worst, well, “the worst” is sure to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I decide to live in fear, then any bad thing is certain to come to me because I have put all my attention on the fearful thing and the universe wants to give us what we “want.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I am focused on something negative, the universe believes that that’s what I want in my life and it will give it to me, even things like pain in my body, depression or any illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cami Walker, a young woman was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her adviser, an African shaman woman told her to stop thinking about her problems and instead of being wrapped up in herself, that she give gifts, one gift a day to anyone for twenty-nine days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She did and before she finished the 29 days she no longer needed a cane to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She continued this act of giving and was cured completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She made no other change in her diet or medicines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The interesting part is that the “gifts” were as simple as a smile, or opening the door for someone, or allowing another person to go first in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don’t have to spend money to give a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Preparing a meal for the person you love, for example, is a gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giving blessings to the person who cuts you off in traffic…the possibilities are infinite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The important thing is to be conscious of giving without expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In reality, when we give, we only give to ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you want to see Cami Walker’s website, click here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.ning.com"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://givingchallenge.ning.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12/8/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-6749133012428126449?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/6749133012428126449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=6749133012428126449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/6749133012428126449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/6749133012428126449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-pensamientos-thoughts.html' title='Los Pensamientos/ Thoughts'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-1278908390928993584</id><published>2009-12-05T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:24:20.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besos y abrazos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs and kisses'/><title type='text'>Mi Familia/My Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lde0ho_qkSc/SxsHgM-qZqI/AAAAAAAAAuw/jVos8ACRnoc/s1600-h/Lisa+%26+Rima.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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  &lt;w:donotprintrevisions/&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:usemarginsfordrawinggridorigin/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face  {font-family:"Times New Roman";  panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Palatino;  panose-1:0 2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:14.0pt;  font-family:Palatino;} table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-parent:"";  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--¿Te das cuenta?—dijo la Voz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--¿Cómo?—respondió Astra, dejando sus pensamientos atrás.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--¿Te das cuenta que lo que ves es&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;espejismo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--¿Quién habla?—preguntó Astra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Soy tu Luz—contestó la Voz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;–Soy la Luz que reside dentro de ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra pensó que no tenía su propia luz, sólo era reflejo del Sol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Las apariencias no son la verdad.—siguió la Voz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;–Tu Luz es parte de toda la Luz del Universo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Pero yo sólo soy una luna conectada a este planeta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me imagino que hay millones de planetas con sus millones de lunas girando en el Universo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Puede ser, pero eso no quiere decir que tú eres menos o que vales poco.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tu luz y la Luz del Universo están conectadas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No hay separación.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mira tu planeta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Es otoño y las hojas se están cayendo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cada hoja tiene su viaje y cada hoja forma parte del árbol entero.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Parece que las hojas se separan del árbol, pero no, porque caen a la tierra y allí empiezan a dar nutrición en las raíces del árbol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Ves?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Todo está conectado.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;En realidad, no hay separación.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra no sabía que decir.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nunca había pensado en tales cosas, pero le gustaba y quería escuchar más.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuará.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Do you get it?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;said the Voice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Astra responded, leaving her thoughts behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Do you realize that what you see is an illusion?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Who’s speaking?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Astra asked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I am your Light,” answered the Voice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I am the Light that resides inside of you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra thought that she didn’t have a light of her own, that she was merely the reflection of the Sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Appearances are not the truth,” the Voice continued.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Your light is part of all the Light of the Universe.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But I’m just one moon connected to this planet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I imagine there are millions of planets with their millions of moons spinning in the Universe.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Could be, but that doesn’t mean you are less or worth little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your light and the Light of the Universe are connected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look at your planet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is autumn and the leaves are falling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each leaf has its journey and each leaf forms part of the entire tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems that the leaves are separate from the tree, but they’re not because they fall to the earth and then start to give nutrition back to the roots of the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you see?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s all connected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In reality, there is no separation.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra didn’t know what to say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had never thought about such things, but she liked hearing about them and wanted to hear more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11/11/09&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-240455513784641654?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/240455513784641654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=240455513784641654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/240455513784641654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/240455513784641654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-planeta-15-planet-15.html' title='El Planeta (15)  The Planet (15)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lde0ho_qkSc/SvrQfphRCvI/AAAAAAAAAuM/aZh3lvnq8Dk/s72-c/crabapple+tree.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-9006205546605846147.post-815458564104521561</id><published>2009-11-09T09:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:26:17.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don Miguel Ruiz'/><title type='text'>Una Pausa</title><content type='html'>Words of wisdom that come into my life.  Today we read a card from Don Miguel Ruiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't take anything personally.  Love and respect yourself.  You are never responsible for the actions of others, but you are responsible for you.  If someone is not treating you with love and respect, it is a gift if they walk away from you.  You may be hurt for a while, but your heart will eventually heal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice he did not say, "Judge the other person or blame the other person for the way they treat you."  If I do not feel the love and respect from another person that I know I deserve, then I am free to walk away.  I do not need to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this here today because I saw this idea as very freeing.  Whatever someone else does has nothing to do with me.  Wow, I can have total peace all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and smile.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;11/9/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-815458564104521561?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/815458564104521561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=815458564104521561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/815458564104521561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/815458564104521561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-pausa.html' title='Una Pausa'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-3139569372626886091</id><published>2009-10-17T13:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:38:04.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energia'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (14), The Planet (14)</title><content type='html'>--Oigan, amigos—dijo Alejandro,  --tendríamos más poder y más influencia en el universo si fuéramos sólo una entidad en vez de millones de piedras pequeñas girando en órbitas chuecas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chocándose cada rato contra nosotros mismos—dijo otro asteroide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿Pero qué más nos queda?—preguntó el asteroide número 116.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Hay posibilidades,--dijo Alejandro,--hay muchas posibilidades en el universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿Cómo qué?—preguntó el asteroide número 205.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bueno,--dijo Alejandro, --podríamos ser un planeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos empezaron a gritar a la vez.  “¡No es posible!  ¡¿Cómo un planeta?!  ¡Prefiero seguir como somos, separados, individuos!  Etcetera, etcetera.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro trató de calmar los asteroides ruidosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Déjenme explicar, jóvenes,--dijo, pero no fue fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los asteroides siguieron gritando y echando guerra entre ellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro pensó  “Tiene que haber una manera de juntar toda esta energía y convertirla en algo positivo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, friends,” said Alexander, “we would have more power and more influence in the universe if we were only one entity instead of millions of tiny rocks spinning in crooked orbits.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Running into each other every second,” said one asteroid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What else can we do?” asked asteroid number 116.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There are possibilities,” said Alexander, “there are lots of possibilities in the universe.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like what?”  asked asteroid number 205.&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” said Alexander,  “we could become a planet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone began to shout at once.  “It’s not possible!  What do you mean a planet?!  I want to be separate and individual!  Etc. etc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander tried to calm down the noisy asteroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me explain, guys,” he said, but it was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The asteroids kept on shouting and fighting amongst themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander thought, “There must be a way to gather this energy and convert it into something positive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;10/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-3139569372626886091?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/3139569372626886091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=3139569372626886091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3139569372626886091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3139569372626886091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-planeta-14-planet-14.html' title='El Planeta (14), The Planet (14)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-360761758264423298</id><published>2009-09-26T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T10:24:42.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta planet life vida'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (13)/ The Planet (13)</title><content type='html'>¿Qué nos ofrece la vida?  ¿Hay que elegir un camino u otro o simplemente seguir la onda?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay preferencias, elecciones, alternativas y más adelante el “futuro.”&lt;br /&gt;¿El futuro?  No, no puede ser.  El futuro no existe, sólo tenemos este momento.  Este momento Astra anda girando, este momento Astra anda pensando, este momento Astra está contenta, este momento Astra está frustrada, este momento ella ha elegido su modo de ser, su buen humor o su mal humor.  Este momento ha escogido cómo va a actuar.  ¿No es así?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero los demás…los asteroides ruidosos por ejemplo, ¿qué tienen que ver con Astra, tan tranquila, tan elegante, tan fina, tan bella?  ¿Por qué están en su vecindad, casi estorbando su órbita?  Mejor, ¿qué tienen que enseñarle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras Astra pensaba que su vida era girar alrededor de su planeta y elevarlo por el resto de la eternidad, los asteroides estaban planeando algo bastante atrevido, bastante nuevo y bastante perjudicial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does life offer us?  Should we choose one path or another or simply follow the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are preferences, choices, alternatives and later on the “future.”  The future?  No, it can’t be.  The future doesn’t exist, we only have this moment.  This moment Astra is spinning, this moment Astra is thinking, this moment Astra is happy, this moment Astra is frustrated, this moment she has chosen her way to be, her good mood or bad mood.  This moment she has chosen how she is going to act.  Isn’t that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the others…the rowdy asteroids for example, what do they have to do with Astra, so calm, so elegant, so fine, so beautiful?  Why are they in her neighborhood, almost getting into her orbit?  Better yet, what do they have to teach her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Astra was thinking that her life was about spinning around her planet and enhancing him for the rest of eternity, the asteroids were planning something quite daring, very cutting edge and quite disruptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;9/26/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-360761758264423298?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/360761758264423298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=360761758264423298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/360761758264423298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/360761758264423298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-planeta-13-planet-13.html' title='El Planeta (13)/ The Planet (13)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-4366410399735204757</id><published>2009-09-20T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:07:15.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give share love'/><title type='text'>Some Beautiful Thoughts</title><content type='html'>When I am frightened, will you reassure me?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm uncertain, will you hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be strong for me? Sing to me quietly?&lt;br /&gt;Will you share some of your stories with me?&lt;br /&gt;If you will show me compassion, then I may learn to care as you do,&lt;br /&gt;then I may learn to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am angry, will you still embrace me?&lt;br /&gt;When I am thoughtless, will you understand?&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe in me, stand by me willingly?&lt;br /&gt;Will you share some of your questions with me?&lt;br /&gt;If you will show me acceptance, then I may learn to give as you do,&lt;br /&gt;then I may learn to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am troubled, will you listen to me?&lt;br /&gt;When I am lonely, will you be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Will you be there for me, comfort me tenderly?&lt;br /&gt;Will you share some of your feelings with me?&lt;br /&gt;If you will show me commitment, then I may learn to love as you do,&lt;br /&gt;then I may learn to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Words by Shelley Jackson Denham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;9/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-4366410399735204757?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/4366410399735204757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=4366410399735204757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4366410399735204757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4366410399735204757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-beautiful-thoughts.html' title='Some Beautiful Thoughts'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-2268469172218292084</id><published>2009-09-19T18:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:39:53.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Una Pausa</title><content type='html'>"La comunicación va volando en el ciberespacio buscando donde caer, buscando hogar, buscando calor, buscando un poco de amor, no mucho, sólo un poco, pero el planeta va girando y todo sigue su onda y quién sabe que quiere decir nada, de hecho, lo más probable es que nada quiere decir nada y todo lo que veo es espejismo, ilusión y así es, así será y no importa realmente, lo que pensamos que es importante no vale ni una pizca, de veras y no es triste ni cómico...simplemente es y hay que aceptar...¿cuánto tiempo nos queda aquí?  Es lo que quiero saber, ¿Cuánto tiempo más tenemos que jugar este juego? Ya estoy cansada, pero ni modo, me toca seguir, esperar qué me va a traer el universo, seguramente me trae algo, no tengo la menor idea pero tiene que ser algo, ¿verdad, amigos?  Abro mi corazón y suelto todo el amor que tengo y se lo mando al mundo entero y así sé que somos uno...somos uno...somos uno."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena...quizá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-2268469172218292084?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/2268469172218292084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=2268469172218292084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2268469172218292084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2268469172218292084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/09/una-pausa.html' title='Una Pausa'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-3047797787071438160</id><published>2009-09-14T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T09:53:28.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peacefulness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tranquilidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (12)/ The Planet (12)</title><content type='html'>Mientras Astra vivía en un estado de tranquilidad, todo estaba tranquilo.  Su planeta seguía girando, Astra seguía girando alrededor de su planeta observando los cambios de día y noche, de frío y calor y de clima nublado y despejado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero, ¿ahora qué?  Astra se encontraba pensando en su futuro, bueno, en un futuro imaginario. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Simplemente voy a girar sola el resto de mi existencia sin ninguna razón, sin hacer nada interesante, sin tener ninguna experiencia emocionante.  ¿Eso es vida?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiró.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me falta algo", pensó, "pero no sé qué".  Otra vez la inquietud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus pensamientos ahora eran preguntas, preguntas sin respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿Qué pasará?  ¿Por qué estoy aquí?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así siguió otro millón de años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as Astra lived in a state of peacefulness, everything was peaceful.  Her planet kept on spinning, Astra kept on spinning around her planet observing the changes of day and night, of cold and warmth, of cloudy weather and clear weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now what?  Astra found herself thinking about her future, well, an imaginary future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am simply going to spin alone the rest of my existence, with no reason, without doing anything interesting, without having any exciting experiences.  That’s a life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something is missing", she thought, "but I don’t know what". Once again restlessness.  Now her thoughts were questions, questions without answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what will happen.  Why am I here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she continued like this for another million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;9/14/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-3047797787071438160?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/3047797787071438160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=3047797787071438160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3047797787071438160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3047797787071438160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-planeta-12-planet-12.html' title='El Planeta (12)/ The Planet (12)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-7736880702212047268</id><published>2009-08-31T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:55:47.727-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna moon planet planeta'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (11)/ The Planet (11)</title><content type='html'>Entonces Astra decidió contemplar lo que le decía Alejandro y para hacerlo sabía que era necesario ponerse a meditar otra vez.  Le costó mucho trabajo al principio calmar sus pensamientos negativos pero se empeñó en el intento y después de unos quinientos mil años logró en sentirse más tranquila.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco lo negativo se remplazaba con lo positivo y Astra creció en sabiduría.  Se dio cuenta de muchas cosas.  Primero se dio cuenta que no era víctima del universo, que era fuerte, lista y que nadie podía quitarle de su lugar como luna del planeta Pleno Verde.  Segundo se dio cuenta que los asteroides solamente andaban haciendo lo suyo y en realidad no le hacían ningún daño.  Los cráteres en su superficie eran precisamente eso, “cráteres en su superficie” porque no tocaban su esencia.  Los asteroides no podían cambiar el amor que Astra traía adentro, esa presencia del Amor en su corazón que siempre ha tenido y que siempre iba a tener.  Cuando Astra contemplaba estas cosas, empezó a ver todo distinto.  El sol brillaba más fuerte, su planeta ya no tenía aquella nube gris alrededor y ella podía ver las montañas verdes y los bosques y los lagos del planeta.  Con estos cambios le llegó la alegría a Astra y otra vez pudo sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Astra decided to think about what Alexander was telling her and in order to do that she knew it was necessary to begin to meditate again.  It was very hard at the beginning to quiet her negative thoughts but she persisted in doing it and after about five hundred thousand years she succeeded in feeling calmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little the negative was replaced by the positive and Astra grew in wisdom.  She realized many things.  First she realized that she wasn’t a victim of the universe, that she was strong and smart and no one could take away her place as moon of the planet (Holy Green).  Next she realized that the asteroids just went around doing their own thing and in reality did her no harm.  The craters on her surface were just that, “craters on her surface,” because they did not touch her essence.  The asteroids could not change the love that Astra carried inside, that presence of Love in her heart that she always had and would always have.  When Astra contemplated these things, she began to see everything differently.  The sun shone brighter, her planet no longer had that gray cloud cover and she could see the green mountains and the forests and the lakes of her planet.  With these changes joy appeared to Astra and she was able to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;8/31/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-7736880702212047268?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/7736880702212047268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=7736880702212047268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/7736880702212047268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/7736880702212047268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-11-planet-11.html' title='El Planeta (11)/ The Planet (11)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-6632160682056441445</id><published>2009-08-26T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:41:55.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juzgar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amiga'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (10)/ The Planet (10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mientras Astra seguía sufriendo, un día llegó Alejandro…&lt;i&gt;para el&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;colmo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; pensó Astra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--Hola, Astra, ¿qué tal, amiga?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--No soy tu “amiga,”—contestó Astra con un tono de impaciencia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--Uy, qué mal humor, pero no lo voy a tomar personalmente.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sé que somos parte de todo el universo y tú y yo somos perfectos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;En ese momento Alejandro le dio una sonrisa muy ancha a Astra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--Mira, asteroide, hace muuuuuucho tiempo yo pensaba como tú, pero ahora me doy cuenta que no es cierto.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yo no soy parte de aquellos asteroides que cada rato me pegan y dejan cráteres en mi superficie, y no tuve nada que ver con la nube gris que ahora cubre mi hermosa planeta, y además me siento muy infeliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--Ah, ya sé, Astra, empezaste a juzgar y a crear un universo hostil.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Le echas la culpa a los demás por tu sentido de humor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Piensas que los asteroides son responsables por tu felicidad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Si sigues pensando así te vas a enfermar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--¿Cómo?—preguntó Astra.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;--Así pasa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Te lo digo porque yo pasé por eso pero mi abuelo me explicó todo y me dijo que si yo actuara con mi corazón y perdonara a los demás, entonces toda mi vida cambiaría.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Astra se puso a pensar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Será la verdad? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;se preguntó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Continuará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;While Astra was suffering, one day Alexander arrived…&lt;i&gt;to top it off, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Astra thought.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Hi, Astra, what’s up my friend?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“I’m not your ‘friend,’” Astra answered in an impatient manner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Oh, what a bad mood, but I’m not taking it personally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that we are part of the whole universe and you and I are perfect.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;At that point Alexander gave Astra a big wide grin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Look, asteroid, a looooooong time ago I thought like you, but now I see that it’s not true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not part of those asteroids who bang into me all the time and leave craters on my surface, and I had nothing to do with that grey cloud that now covers my beautiful planet, and besides, I’m miserable.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“Oh, I get it, Astra, you’ve begun to judge and to create a hostile universe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You blame everyone else for your bad mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You think that the asteroids are responsible for your happiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you keep on thinking like that, you’re going to get sick.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“What?!” Astra asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;“That’s the way it goes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tell you this because I went through that, but my grandfather explained everything to me and he told me that if I act from my heart and forgive others, then my whole life would change.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Astra started to think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could that be true, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;she wondered?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8/26/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-6632160682056441445?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/6632160682056441445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=6632160682056441445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/6632160682056441445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/6632160682056441445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-10-planet-10.html' title='El Planeta (10)/ The Planet (10)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-1015447563742862102</id><published>2009-08-19T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:16:42.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna moon planet planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chaos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rezar'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (9)/ The Planet (9)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuando Astra dejó de meditar, sin darse cuenta empezó a crear un ego que le cubría como una sombra venenosa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Este ego estaba lleno de pensamientos negativos y sus pensamientos le infectaban a Astra pero ella pensaba que eran sus propios pensamientos y no los del ego.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Entonces, Astra comenzó a sentir frustraciones, fastidios, enojos, impaciencia, juicios, miedos, disgustos, odios….y bueno, la lista seguía y seguía.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Su mundo cambió bastante.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;En vez de tener paz y tranquilidad en su vida, había caos y Astra ya no podía ver bien su planeta, el planeta donde había nacido.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Había una nube gruesa y gris alrededor de Pleno Verde.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cada rato llegaban dos o tres asteroides que salían de su órbita para caer o rebotar en el superficie de Astra haciendo cráteres feos que le causaban mucha ansiedad a Astra.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pasaron los años.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra estaba tan agotada que un día se le ocurrió rezar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por favor, Universo grande y potente, antes sabía que yo era parte de todo, del cielo, de mi planeta, y del sol.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahora, parece que estoy muy separada de todo, que no tengo nada que ver con el caos que encuentro en mi vida, que todo me llega para fastidiarme y causarme dolor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Por qué pasa esto?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Qué tengo que hacer para que todo cambie?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cualquier ayuda sería muy apreciada.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gracias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuará.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Astra stopped meditating, without realizing it she began to create an ego that covered her like a poisonous shadow.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;This ego was full of negative thoughts and its thoughts infected Astra but she thought that they were her own thoughts and not those of the ego.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Astra began to feel frustrations, annoyances, angers, impatience, judgments, fears, dislikes, hates…and well, the list went on and on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her world changed quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of having peace and tranquility in her life, there was chaos and Astra could no longer see her planet, the planet that birthed her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a thick grey cloud around Wholly Green.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every now and then two or three asteroids went out of their orbit and fell or bounced on her making ugly craters that caused Astra much anxiety.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The years went by.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Astra became so jaded that one day it occurred to her to pray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please, big and great Universe, before I knew I was part of everything, the sky, my planet and the sun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it seems that I am separate from everything, that I have nothing to do with the chaos I find in my life, that everything just comes to annoy me and cause me pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why is this happening?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What do I have to do to make it change?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any help would be greatly appreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8/19/09&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-1015447563742862102?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/1015447563742862102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=1015447563742862102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/1015447563742862102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/1015447563742862102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-9-planet-9.html' title='El Planeta (9)/ The Planet (9)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-8580398578324802768</id><published>2009-08-16T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:24:53.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna moon planet planeta'/><title type='text'>El Planeta (8)/ The Planet (8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Durante este tiempo Astra no meditó.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Había empezado a meditar con regularidad, pero después de conseguir su nombre, el nombre que Alejandro le puso, se le olvidó por completo la idea de meditar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hubieron otros cambios también en su universo, cambios en la superficie de su planeta, Pleno Verde.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ahora tenía más montañas, volcanes activos, lagos ardiendo de lava, selvas enormes con árboles gigantescos y parras gruesas y fuertes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Astra miraba estos cambios con asombro porque en su superficie no crecía nada; estaba hecha de polvo y rocas y nada más.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cómo quería tener un lago para sentir la frescura del agua, pero no, no era su destino.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Después de acostumbrarse a tener a Alejandro girando debajo de ella, ya que sentía un poco cómoda con su vida así, otra vez todo cambió y en un momento.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Una mañana Astra oyó gritos y desde lejos vio un grupo de asteroides ruidosos arribando cerca de su órbita.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Se dio cuenta que Alejandro los conocía porque pudo escuchar una conversación entre él y los asteroides.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; órbita&lt;/span&gt; pensó Astra,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No tienen derecho de estar molestando, estos asteroides tontos, además no son ni lunas ni planetas ni nada fino, son una bola de piedras feas y chuecas, y echan a perder todo con su alboroto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por primera vez en su existencia, Astra empezó a llorar y sus lágrimas cayeron en su planeta creando charcos en la tierra. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuará.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During this time Astra did not meditate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had started to meditate regularly, but after getting her name, the name that Alexander gave her, she completely forgot about meditating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were other changes also in her universe, changes in the surface of her planet, Holy (Wholly) Green.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it had more mountains, active volcanos, lakes burning with lava, enormous jungles with gigantic trees and thick, strong vines.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Astra watched these changes with surprise because on her surface nothing grew; she was made of dust and rocks and nothing else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How she wanted to have a lake in order to feel the freshness of the water, but no, it was not to be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After getting used to having Alexander in her life spinning underneath her, now that she felt comfortable with her life this way, again everything changed and in a heartbeat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One morning Astra heard shouts and from far away saw a group of rowdy asteroids arriving near her orbit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She realized that Alexander knew them because she could hear a conversation between him and the asteroids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my orbit, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;thought Astra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;they have no right to be causing trouble, those stupid asteroids, besides they’re not even moons or planets or anything elegant, they’re just a bunch of ugly crooked rocks and they ruin everything with their ruckus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the first time in her existence, Astra began to cry and her tears fell onto her planet creating puddles on the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8/16/09&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-8580398578324802768?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/8580398578324802768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=8580398578324802768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8580398578324802768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8580398578324802768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-8-planet-8.html' title='El Planeta (8)/ The Planet (8)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-8230074871614040232</id><published>2009-08-11T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T08:00:16.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nombre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>El Planeta, (7)/ The Planet, (7)</title><content type='html'>De repente se acordó del nombre que Alejandro le había prometido.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué nombre me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;encontraría?&lt;/span&gt;  pensó la pequeña luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En aquel instante la luna vio que Alejandro, el asteroide se le acercaba y con mucha fuerza como siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¡Ya sé!—le gritó.  –Tu nombre será Astra, porque vienes de las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna sonrió.  –Astra…pues, me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces Astra empezó a girar un poquito más rápido por la felicidad que sentía de tener su propio nombre.  Pensaba que ahora era especial, un poco mejor que una estrella cualquiera, mejor que cualquier asteroide que giraba debajo de ella, mejor aun que otra luna en el universo girando cerca de su planeta.  Con el nombre tenía orgullo, belleza, gracia, e inteligencia.  Bueno, eso creía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así anduvo Astra luciendo su nuevo nombre por otro millón de años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she remembered about the name that Alexander had promised her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What name would&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he find for me?&lt;/span&gt;  the little moon thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that instant the moon saw that Alexander, the asteroid was approaching her and with a lot of force as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I got it!” he shouted.  “Your name will be Astra because you come from the stars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon smiled.  “Astra…hmm, I like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Astra began to spin a little faster because of the happiness she felt at having her own name.  She thought that now she was special, a little better than any old star, better than any old asteroid that was whirling underneath her, even better than another moon in the universe spinning near its planet.  With a name she had pride, beauty, grace and intelligence.  At least that’s what she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astra went around showing off her new name for another million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;8/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-8230074871614040232?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/8230074871614040232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=8230074871614040232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8230074871614040232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8230074871614040232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-7-planet-7.html' title='El Planeta, (7)/ The Planet, (7)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-4281633861832129096</id><published>2009-08-03T11:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T11:07:46.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meditacion'/><title type='text'>El Planeta, (6)/ The Planet (6)</title><content type='html'>Ah, nuestra pequeña luna creía que quería aventura en su vida, pero la aventura no siempre es como uno la imagina.  Ahora que llegó Alejandro, el asteroide, la luna tenía que andar con mucho cuidado porque la órbita de Alejandro era bastante errática y por poco le chocaba a la luna cada rato.  La tranquilidad para la luna era algo del pasado.  Además Alejandro no se decidía qué órbita seguir y andaba probando varias, por ejemplo, andaba en una órbita por más o menos diez mil años, después cambiaba a otra por otros diez mil años, luego escogía otra órbita, así que la pobre luna no sabía que esperar y se pasaba la vida bien confundida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue por eso que la luna hizo una decisión.  Decidió empezar a meditar, pensando que con la meditación iba a encontrar la tranquilidad otra vez.  Esperó hasta que vio que Alejandro estaba probando una órbita un poco más lejos de ella y empezó a poner atención en su respiración y calmar sus pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasaron muchos años para que la mente de ella se calmara, pero por fin se tranquilizó y comenzó a darse cuenta de muchas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La confusión parece decir que los eventos en la vida tienen dominio sobre uno mismo, que los eventos traen alegría o tristeza, dolor o paz, miedo o seguridad, peligro, frustración, etc. pero no es así.  Cada uno tiene dominio sobre sus experiencias porque cada uno ha escogido su experiencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si eso es cierto&lt;/span&gt;, pensó la luna, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yo escogí tener la experiencia que tengo ahora con Alejandro en mi vida…y si no me gusta tener esta experiencia, tengo que escoger otra.  Pero, la pregunta es:  ¿Soy capaz de escoger otra experiencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, our little moon thought she wanted adventure in her life, but adventure isn’t always the way one might imagine it.  Now that Alexander, the asteroid had arrived, the moon had to be very careful because Alexander’s orbit was quite erratic and he almost ran into her often.  Serenity for the moon was a thing of the past.  Besides, Alexander couldn’t make up his mind which orbit to follow and so went around trying out various orbits.  For example, he would follow one orbit for about ten thousand years, then change to another one for another ten thousand years, then choose another orbit, so that the poor moon didn’t know what to expect and spent her life really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that reason the moon made a decision.  She decided to start to meditate, thinking that with meditation she would find peace again.  She waited until she saw that Alexander was trying out an orbit a little farther away from her and began to put attention on her breath and calm her thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years went by before she was able to slow down her thinking, but finally she settled down and began to realize many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confusion seems to say that the events in life have dominion over oneself, that events bring happiness or sadness, pain or peace, fear or safety, danger, frustration, etc. but that’s not true.  Each one of us has dominion over our experiences because each one has chosen the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If that’s true&lt;/span&gt;, thought the moon, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then I chose to have the experience that I’m having now with Alexander in my life…and if I don’t like the experience, I have to choose another one.  But the question is: Am I able to choose another experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;8/3/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-4281633861832129096?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/4281633861832129096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=4281633861832129096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4281633861832129096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4281633861832129096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-planeta-6-planet-6.html' title='El Planeta, (6)/ The Planet (6)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-9115447459082210451</id><published>2009-07-31T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:36:21.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wholly green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sé'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t know'/><title type='text'>El Planeta, (5), The Planet, (5)</title><content type='html'>¡Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Bum….bum……pas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Uf, perdón, es que no te vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pequeña luna trató de entender lo que acaba de pasar.  Sintió un dolor fuerte en su superficie, pero no duró, se desapareció en seguida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Ay, no es fácil ponerme en órbita otra vez.  Estoy un poco mareado, pero voy a intentar.  Y tú, ¿cómo te llamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pequeña luna no sabía que decir.  Por fin pudo contestar con una pregunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿Cómo me llamo?  Pues, no sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Jajajajajajajajajajaja, soy Alejandro a tus órdenes, pequeña “Nosé.”--  Se rió de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿Por qué te ries?—preguntó la pequeña luna.  Soy joven, no tengo mucho tiempo aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mira “Nosé,” soy un asteroide y acabo de salir de la órbita de un grupo de asteroides porque estaba yo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bien&lt;/span&gt; aburrido.  Quería ver qué más hay en este universo y me tropecé contigo.  Me parece que estás apegada a este planeta, Pleno Verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--¿Dices que mi planeta se llama “Pleno Verde?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Claro, a poco no sabías el nombre de tu planeta, “Nosé.”  ¿Cúanto tiempo llevas orbitándolo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Tres millones de años…no, más tiempo…pues francamente no me acuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sólo unos pocos millones de años, con razón no sabes nada, eso es muy poco, “Nosé.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Oye, Alejandro, puede ser que no sé mucho pero no me gusta que me llames “Nosé.”  Es impertinente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Bueno, no te enojes, vamos a encontrarte un nombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pequeña luna sonrió por primera vez pensando que iba a tener su propio nombre.  De repente su vida ya no era tan aburrida desde que llegó Alejandro, el asteroide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bam…..bam….plunk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little moon tried to understand what just happened.  She felt a strong pain on her surface but it didn’t last, rather it disappeared quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it’s not easy getting myself back into orbit again.  I’m a little dizzy, but I’ll try.  So, what’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little moon didn’t know what to say.  Finally she managed to answer with a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s my name?  Well, I don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahahahahaha, I am Alexander at your service, little ‘I don’t know.’”  He laughed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you laughing?”  asked the little moon.  "I’m young, I haven’t been here very long.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, ‘I don’t know’, I’m an asteroid and I just came out of the orbit of a group of asteroids because I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; bored.  I wanted to see what else is going on in this universe and I ran into you.  It seems to me that you are connected to this planet, Wholly Green.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you saying that my planet is called Holy Green?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, you mean you didn’t know the name of your planet, ‘I don’t know’?  How long have you been orbiting here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Three million years, no, longer…well, frankly I don’t remember.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Only a few million years, no wonder you don’t know anything, that’s so little time, ‘I don’t know.’”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, Alexander, maybe I don’t know much but I don’t like you calling me ‘I don’t know.’  It’s rude.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, don’t get mad, we’ll find you a name.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little moon smiled for the first time knowing that she was going to have her own name.  Suddenly her life was not so boring since Alexander, the asteroid showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;7/31/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-9115447459082210451?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/9115447459082210451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=9115447459082210451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/9115447459082210451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/9115447459082210451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-planeta-5-planet-5.html' title='El Planeta, (5), The Planet, (5)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-4019520839850874311</id><published>2009-07-23T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:59:16.035-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna planet moon planeta day night dia noche'/><title type='text'>El Planeta, (4)/ The Planet, (4)</title><content type='html'>La pequeña luna seguía su órbita  alrededor de su planeta como si fuera una hija obediente, pero le entró un sentido de aburrimiento y se puso a pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desde que llegó esa estrella nada ha cambiado.  Todo sigue igual y no sé qué estoy haciendo, qué propósito tengo, de qué sirvo girando todo el tiempo.  Aquella estrella llegó a una distancia y allí se queda.  Nos calienta a mí y a mi planeta y nos da luz cuando estoy en este lado y cuando giro al otro lado estoy en la oscuridad.  ¿Es todo?  ¿Luz y oscuridad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente le llegó esta idea:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;día y noche.  Cuando me calienta y veo la luz es el día y cuando estoy en el otro lado y no veo porque no hay luz, es la noche.&lt;/span&gt;  Se contentó la luna con esto por sólo un rato.  Otra vez empezó a aburrirse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¡Ay de mí!  Lo mismo, lo mismo, lo mismo.  Quisiera tener una aventura, o por lo menos algo nuevo.  ¿Es mucho pedir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little moon continued her orbit around the planet as if she were an obedient child but she began to be bored and started to think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since that star arrived nothing has changed.  Everything continues the same and I don’t know what I’m doing, what purpose I have, what use I am spinning all the time.  That star arrived at a distance and just stays there.  He warms us, me and my planet when I’m on this side and when I spin on the other side I’m in darkness.  Is that it?  Light and darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she got an idea:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day and night.  When I’m warm and see the light it’s day and when I’m on the other side and I don’t see because there is no light, it’s night.&lt;/span&gt;  The little moon was happy with this for just a bit.  Later on she began to get bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alas!  The same, the same, the same.  I would like to have an adventure, or at least something new.  Is that a lot to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;7/23/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-4019520839850874311?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/4019520839850874311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=4019520839850874311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4019520839850874311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/4019520839850874311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-planeta-4-planet-4.html' title='El Planeta, (4)/ The Planet, (4)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-8291200437162452081</id><published>2009-07-17T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T14:30:24.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon'/><title type='text'>El Planeta, (3)/The Planet, (3)</title><content type='html'>Los años pasaban como si fueran segundos y la pequeña luna cambiaba también.  Empezó a pensar en cosas que no podía ver pero sabía que existían, cosas como la alegría, el amor y la luz.  Sabía que sentía amor por su planeta, que girar alrededor de él le daba alegría y aunque estaba en la oscuridad, la luz sí existía en algún lado.  Pensando en la luz poco a poco sentía un cambio en su superficie y desde muy lejos llegó a ver un punto de algo, ah, pronto se dio cuenta que era una estrella y aquella estrella se le estaba acercando.  Cada momento la pequeña luna sentía más calor en su cuerpo y ahora podía ver su planeta bastante claro y en ese momento sabía que ella era parte de todo, parte del planeta y parte de la estrella a la vez.  Al comprender esto, la alegría le crecía aun más en el corazón de la pequeña luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by as if they were seconds and the little moon was changing too.  She began to think on things that she couldn’t see but knew existed, things like happiness, love and light.  She knew that she felt love for her planet, that spinning around him made her happy and even though she was in darkness, light existed somewhere.  Pondering the light gradually she felt a change in her surface and from very far away she began to notice a point of something, oh, soon she realized it was a star and that star was getting closer to her.  Each moment the little moon felt her body warmer and now she could see her planet more clearly and in that moment she knew that she was part of everything, part of the planet and part of the star at the same time.  Upon understanding this, the little moon’s heart filled up with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;7/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-8291200437162452081?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/8291200437162452081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=8291200437162452081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8291200437162452081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/8291200437162452081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-planeta-3the-planet-3.html' title='El Planeta, (3)/The Planet, (3)'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-5405886067089788916</id><published>2009-07-09T13:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:42:14.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planet moon luna'/><title type='text'>El Planeta/ The Planet</title><content type='html'>Pasó un millón de años.  Durante ese tiempo los bordes de la pequeña luna se hacían menos agudos y poco a poco se convertía en una esfera bastante redonda, y seguía girando en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras giraba, la pequeña luna pensaba en su motivo de ser, su “raison d’etre” y le llegaban muchas preguntas, preguntas como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Qué significa este planeta que veo cuando estoy girando cerca de él?  ¿Qué significan estos asteroides que giran debajo de mí y por poco chocan contra mi cuerpo?  ¿Y yo?  ¿Tengo significancia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguía su órbita rumiando las preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante el próximo millón de años, de vez en cuando los asteroides salían de su órbita y caían en el planeta con el resultado de crear valles hondos y montañas altas de rocas y polvo.  Algunas veces los asteroides rebotaban desde el planeta para caer en la luna creando cráteres en ella.  A la pequeña luna no le gustaba nada de eso pero seguía su órbita sin quejarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million years went by.  During this time the edges of the little moon became less sharp and gradually she was changed into a very round sphere, and she kept on spinning in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she was spinning, the little moon was thinking about her purpose, her “raison d’etre” and she had many questions, questions like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What does this planet mean that I am spinning around?  What do these asteroids mean spinning underneath me nearly hitting me?  What about me?  Do I mean anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued her orbit pondering these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the next million years, once in awhile the asteroids went out of their orbit and fell on the planet causing deep valleys and high mountains made of rock and dust.  Sometimes the asteroids bounced off the planet and fell on the moon creating craters in it.  The little moon did not like any of this but she kept on orbiting without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;br /&gt;7/9/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-5405886067089788916?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/5405886067089788916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=5405886067089788916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/5405886067089788916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/5405886067089788916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-planeta-planet.html' title='El Planeta/ The Planet'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-3473405549128230783</id><published>2009-07-03T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:30:49.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><title type='text'>El Planeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Había una vez en el espacio mucho muy lejos y en una epoca muy antigua un planeta pequeño a punto de nacer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aquel “planeta” no era más que piedras, cráteres y tierra.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No había seres humanos, ni animales ni microbios aun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ese planeta acababa de salir de una roca tan grande que giraba tan fuerte que ese pedacito de futuro planeta se rompió de repente y empezó a girar en una órbita aparte.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Todavía su forma no era completamente redonda e giraba en una órbita bastante errática.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A causa de esa órbita chueca otro pedacito de planeta, (si uno puede llamarlo “planeta”) se rompió y comenzó a girar alrededor del pequeño planeta como su luna.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Esa “luna” no era reflejo del sol porque todavía no había llegado el sol para formar parte de ese nuevo sistema solar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Así comenzó la historia de la luna inquieta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Continuará.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7/3/09&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-3473405549128230783?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/3473405549128230783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=3473405549128230783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3473405549128230783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/3473405549128230783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-planeta.html' title='El Planeta'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-7830613338175098370</id><published>2009-06-25T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:55:42.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor love'/><title type='text'>Cuando soy el amor/When I am love</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuando soy el amor todo alrededor de mí es amor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Salgo de la casa, camino hacia el centro.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Los taxistas me dan el paso, la gente me sonrie y parece que todo el mundo se acaba de bañarse con el mismo jabón.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Llego al banco, entro y tomo la etiqueta con el número que indica el orden de servicio.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mi número es el próximo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me siento treinta segundos cuando mucho y me llaman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;La cajera me atiende con una sonrisa y contesta mis preguntas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Me voy contenta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regreso a casa mandando bendiciones a toda la gente que paso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cuando soy el amor todo alrededor de mí es amor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Así es.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I am love, everything around me is love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I leave the house and walk toward downtown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The taxi drivers let me pass in front of them, people smile at me and it seems that everyone has bathed with the same soap today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I arrive at the bank, I enter and take the slip of paper with a number that tells me the order in which I will be able to do my banking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My number is next.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sit for maybe thirty seconds when my number is called.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The teller waits on me with a smile and answers my questions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I leave happy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I go back home sending blessings to the people I pass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I am love, everything around me is love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the way it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6/25/09&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-7830613338175098370?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/7830613338175098370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=7830613338175098370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/7830613338175098370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/7830613338175098370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando-soy-el-amorwhen-i-am-love.html' title='Cuando soy el amor/When I am love'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-2033751772236513179</id><published>2009-06-19T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:40:43.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguntas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respuestas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>Preguntas/ Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Dónde estoy?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Estoy aquí?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Dónde está “aquí?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Dónde está “allá?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Puedo estar “allá” si estoy “aquí?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Qué es la mente?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Es un hueco que lleno con pensamientos míos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Son “míos” los pensamientos que llegan a la mente o es simplemente actividad del cerebro que se hace como el estómago cuando digiere la comida, o la sangre que corre por las venas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;(Todo eso sin mi conciencia).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Si los pensamientos son solo una actividad del cerebro, ¿debo hacerles caso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Debo creerlos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Dónde está la mente?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Es la mente igual que el cerebro?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cuando estoy creando algo ¿qué funciona, la mente o el cerebro…o los dos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Qué soy?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Soy solo un montón de huesos, músculos, dientes, venas, pelo, uñas, sangre, piel?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Sólo un cuerpo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Existo sin el cuerpo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Para mí, estas preguntas son interesantes de contemplar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;De hecho, paso bastante tiempo contemplando preguntas como estas—y aun más.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Llego a encontrar respuestas a algunas de estas preguntas, pero creo que mis respuestas pueden ser distintas a las respuestas de otra gente.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;¿Y tú?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;¿Tienes respuestas a estas preguntas?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Me interesa saber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Where am I?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I “here?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where is “here?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Where is “there?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Can I be “there” if I am “here?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;What is the mind?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it a hollow thing that I fill with my thoughts?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Are the thoughts that show up in my mind mine, or are they simply brain activity like the stomach when it digests food or the blood that runs through my veins?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;(All of this happens without my awareness).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;If thoughts are just brain activity, should I pay attention to them?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I believe them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Where is the mind?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it the same thing as the brain?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I create something what is functioning, the brain or the mind?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or both?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;What am I?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I just a pile of bones, muscles, teeth, veins, hair, fingernails, blood, skin?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just a body?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Do I exist without the body?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;These questions I find interesting to contemplate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I spend a lot of time contemplating these kinds of questions and even more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I arrive at answers to some of the questions, but I think my answers could be different from the answers of others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;What about you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Do you have answers to these questions?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;I would like to know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt;6/19/09&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-2033751772236513179?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/2033751772236513179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=2033751772236513179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2033751772236513179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2033751772236513179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/06/preguntas-questions.html' title='Preguntas/ Questions'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-1184505660858203063</id><published>2009-06-11T13:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:45:56.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Y ahora...And now...</title><content type='html'>Y ahora la prueba...aléjate de ti mismo un poco y observa, observa lo que la mente hace.  Observa sus juicios, sus comparaciones, sus gustos y sus disgustos.  Acuérdate que no tienes que creer tus pensamientos.  La mayoria de ellos no son ciertos.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Piensas en el pasado o brincas al futuro?  El pasado, no hay y ¿el futuro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Dónde está eso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now here is the test.  Step back and observe, observe what the mind does.  Observe its judgments, comparisons, likes and dislikes.  Remember, you don't have to believe your thoughts. Most of them are not true anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think on the past or jump to the future?  There is no past, and the future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy Lorena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6/11/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-1184505660858203063?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/1184505660858203063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=1184505660858203063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/1184505660858203063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/1184505660858203063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-ahoraand-now.html' title='Y ahora...And now...'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9006205546605846147.post-2654275572083852078</id><published>2009-06-04T16:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:00:50.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace love Eternal forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>Lesson 82--The light of the world brings peace to every mind through my forgiveness.</title><content type='html'>(Thoughts that came to me while being still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind and loving to every living thing, even inanimate objects.  Know that they also have light, the light of the world.  For every question the answer is love, always, now and eternally.  How to forgive is to love; this is not ego's brand of love with conditions and expectations, but love that comes from the Self, the One, the Eternal, everlasting and unconditional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9006205546605846147-2654275572083852078?l=lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/feeds/2654275572083852078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9006205546605846147&amp;postID=2654275572083852078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2654275572083852078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9006205546605846147/posts/default/2654275572083852078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorenasblogbilingue.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesson-82-light-of-world-brings-peace.html' title='Lesson 82--The light of the world brings peace to every mind through my forgiveness.'/><author><name>Lorena's Blogbilingüe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05769882918253733860'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>