<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:36:09.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day,Another Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-362420168541433841</id><published>2010-09-25T15:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:43:53.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You are still my panda, as far as i'm concerned, distance doesn't matter ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-wed/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;clickLABEL=Wedding-Countdowns&amp;flashLABEL=CountdownClockCodes&amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-wed/skins/7.jpg&amp;text=A11042010L%0DTe%20amo%20%3C3&amp;untilColor=16711782&amp;textColor=16751001&amp;datesColor=0&amp;year=2010&amp;month=9&amp;day=8&amp;hour=13&amp;minute=39&amp;second=0&amp;x=6&amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;Wedding-Countdowns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Una vez más estaré esperándola al final de esa escalera mecánica de la estación de Sants,  es curioso que aunque han pasado ya 6 meses desde la última vez que estuve allí, las sensaciones y los nervios no cambian. Tal vez sea por mi costumbre de llegar demasiado pronto a los sitios lo cual hace que mis nervios incrementen y que empiece a impacientarme… Miro el reloj hasta desgastarlo, me levanto, me siento, paseo, rebufo, Pero ninguna de esas acciones dura más de 3 segundos y cuanto más se acerca la hora, más rápido late mi corazón y más nerviosa me pongo, y en cambio cuando la veo aparecer mi corazón se detiene y el tiempo se ralentiza hasta tal punto que no sé si es sueño o realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que hay mucha gente que no entiende porque quiero esperar a alguien a quién no sé cuando veré la próxima vez, en lugar de poder estar con alguien a quién pueda ver cuando se me antoje, pero es que no es cuestión de entender o de hacer lo más cómodo o “normal”, si no de sentir, y yo siento que esto está bien, me hace feliz. Que no es fácil? Lo sé. Que no es lo mismo? También lo sé, pero también sé que no podría estar con alguien que no fuera ella. El corazón no entiende de distancia, de kilómetros o de tiempo, si no de sentimientos y los míos hacía ella son tremendamente fuertes.&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto hasta que ella me deje, me quedo aquí esperando, un mes, cuatro, un año o lo que haga falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á11042010L&lt;br /&gt;Te amo ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-362420168541433841?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/362420168541433841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-still-my-panda-as-far-as-im.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/362420168541433841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/362420168541433841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/09/you-are-still-my-panda-as-far-as-im.html' title='You are still my panda, as far as i&apos;m concerned, distance doesn&apos;t matter ♥'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-3332195786114048939</id><published>2010-08-11T15:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:33:41.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>+4 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/TGKmnFdcfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/euBls8Cr2fA/s1600/0+293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/TGKmnFdcfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/euBls8Cr2fA/s320/0+293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144885010955826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tengo un miedo terrible a perderla, a acostumbrarme a no tenerla a mi lado, a que no vernos sea rutina, a que lo nuestro se marchite poco a poco, sin darnos cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego viene ella y me hace sentir que todo es tan fácil, que no hay porque preocuparse, que todo saldrá bien y que no hay nada que no podamos hacer.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la tengo cerca a veces siento como si mirarla cada segundo no fuera suficiente y cuando ella me devuelve una de esas miradas siento que mi corazón se hincha como un globo que está a punto de estallar,siento que mi sangre se congela y deja de fluir por mis venas, que no puedo formular ni una sola palabra y que lo único que soy capaz de hacer es amarla.Pero entones, recuerdo que debo relajarme y no aferrarme demasiado a ella y entonces fluye a través de mí como la lluvia y no siento otra cosa que gratitud por cada instante de mi estúpida e insignificante vida a su lado. No tienen ni idea de lo que les hablo seguro, pero no se preocupen, algún día cuando sepan que han encontrado el amor de su vida, lo entenderán. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 de Abril de 2010 +4&lt;br /&gt;Te amo cosita ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-3332195786114048939?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/3332195786114048939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3332195786114048939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3332195786114048939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html' title='+4 ♥'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/TGKmnFdcfjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/euBls8Cr2fA/s72-c/0+293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-3578178956422322863</id><published>2010-06-12T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T19:27:53.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-vacation/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;clickLABEL=MySpace-Countdown-Clocks&amp;flashLABEL=CountdownClockCodes&amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-vacation/skins/8.jpg&amp;text=Benidorm%20%28%3A%20A%26L%20%3A%24&amp;untilColor=16711782&amp;textColor=10066329&amp;datesColor=0&amp;year=2010&amp;month=5&amp;day=19&amp;hour=13&amp;minute=0&amp;second=0&amp;x=10&amp;y=91" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/"&gt;MySpace-Countdown-Clocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No se ama a alguien por lo que representa o por lo que parece ser, hay que amarla por sus detalles, esas pequeñas cosas que son sólo suyas, que la hacen especial.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo debo decir que amo todas y cada una de esas pequeñas cosas que la hacen ser quien es, incluso esas que muchos considerarian defectos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Á&amp;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11042010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-3578178956422322863?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/3578178956422322863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/06/myspace-countdown-clocks-no-se-ama.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3578178956422322863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3578178956422322863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/06/myspace-countdown-clocks-no-se-ama.html' title=''/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-2915024544909061757</id><published>2010-05-01T13:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:51:11.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All of you is more than enough for all of me...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S9wSxVvQINI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTlSfa9zt4Y/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S9wSxVvQINI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTlSfa9zt4Y/s320/page.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466264686579163346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I remember back then when i used to think that love didn't exist at all, that it was just an invetion to sell silly and useless things, to make us watch soap operas and listen to drepressing love songs.&lt;br /&gt;And then she stepped in to my life and changed my mind, gained my trust and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It's now when i realise that i truly love her.&lt;br /&gt;But then there's a lot to love about her. She's funny, caring and kind, she makes me laugh even when i dont want to smile, she can be a mess but without leaving that cuteness that makes me love her even more.That's not to say that we don't row about things sometimes, but it's usually over as quickly as it starts, and then of course there's the making-up that comes afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we fit perfectly, as if we were born to be together.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually not worry about the future, nor the past, im just living day to day the present moment, because i don't want to miss a thing, not even a second of our story.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people might be thingking that this isn't going to last,&lt;br /&gt;but I can proudly say that I have found the love of my life and there's no point on denying or hiding it anymore, and even if i am wrong,this is more than what they are going to get anyways.&lt;br /&gt;She is the perfect girlfriend, she shows me that life isn't complicated, she makes me feel that it's very simple,really. She makes me believe that there's anything we can't do if we hold on to our dreams and stick together.&lt;br /&gt;As long as i have her, anything else matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-2915024544909061757?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/2915024544909061757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-of-you-is-more-than-enough-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/2915024544909061757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/2915024544909061757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-of-you-is-more-than-enough-for-all.html' title='All of you is more than enough for all of me...♥'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S9wSxVvQINI/AAAAAAAAADo/sTlSfa9zt4Y/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-438910405527135917</id><published>2010-04-07T13:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:28:42.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ your smile (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p width="100%" align="center"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.yourminis.com/Dir/GetContainer.api?uri=yourminis/yourminis/mini:countdown"  wmode="transparent" width="210" height="210" FlashVars="alpha=100&amp;textcolor=12995962&amp;dstring=04%2F08%2F2010qQq13qQqmini%25C3%25B1abonita%2520%2528%253AqQqhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww%252Eagata%252Dpellicer%252Eblogspot%252EcomqQq39&amp;mininame=countdown&amp;uri=yourminis%2Fyourminis%2Fmini%3Acountdown&amp;swfurl=%2Fwidget%5Fcountdown%2Eswf&amp;width=200&amp;xwidth=210&amp;height=200&amp;xheight=210&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" href="http://www.yourminis.com/index_minis.aspx?embeddedmini" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="For more widgets please visit www.yourminis.com" src="http://www.yourminis.com/images/poweredby.png"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi j'ai même vendu mon âme au diable pour &lt;strong&gt;ton sourire&lt;/strong&gt;... Rien ne desserrera nos mains, rien n'éteindra l'éphémère. Puisque tout est aléatoire dans le chaos des univers, et puisque déjà me manque l'air. Qu'importe les directions, jusqu'au delà de la limite, tous les chemins mènent à &lt;strong&gt;tes yeux&lt;/strong&gt;, tous les chemins mènent à la fuite. &lt;br /&gt;Elle sourit.&lt;br /&gt;C'est un sourire discret, presque imperceptible, de ceux qui se forment sur le visage parfois, sans qu'on le décide, qui surgissent sans qu'on les commande, qui ne semblent reliés à rien en particulier, qu'on ne saurait pas forcément expliquer.&lt;br /&gt;Voilà : c'est un sourire de presque rien, qui pourrait être le signal du bonheur.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sais, cette impression qui nous saisit parfois quand on est heureuse :&lt;br /&gt;l'impression d'être une étoile.&lt;br /&gt;bien, je ne sais pas comment dire :&lt;br /&gt;j'ai l'impression d'être le ciel tout entier.&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi qui me fait sentir si heureuse &lt;br /&gt;Et &lt;strong&gt;je t'aime tellement&lt;/strong&gt; pour me faire sentir comme ça ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-438910405527135917?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/438910405527135917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-more-widgets-please-visit.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/438910405527135917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/438910405527135917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-more-widgets-please-visit.html' title='I ♥ your smile (:'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-5359134576263476478</id><published>2010-02-16T20:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:40:21.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Is D i f f r e n t . But don't treat them D i f f e r e n t l y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S3rz4gEjLqI/AAAAAAAAADg/sTDTHzxO6pI/s1600-h/1709081926.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438927652010536610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S3rz4gEjLqI/AAAAAAAAADg/sTDTHzxO6pI/s320/1709081926.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extracto del libro To kill a Mocking Bird by Harper Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scout to his brother Jem&lt;em&gt;:“&lt;strong&gt;No, everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin&lt;/strong&gt;'that Walter's as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothing's wrong with him. Naw Jem, i think there's just one kind of folks.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Folks&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jem's answer to her sister Scout:“&lt;em&gt;That's what i thought, too; when i was your age. &lt;strong&gt;If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other?&lt;/strong&gt; Scout, I think i'm beginning to understand something, mi beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time...it's because he wants to stay inside&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada uno de los más de 6 billones de seres humano que hay en el planeta tierra debería ser tratado como tal y no de peor ni de mejor forma por el hecho de ser pobre, rico, guapo, feo, blanco, negro, gay o discapacitado.&lt;br /&gt;A nadie le gusta la guerra todo el mundo se queja de que deberían acabarse, pero a la hora de la verdad, somos los primeros en juzgar y menospreciar a cualquiera que sea diferente a nosotros, y todo porque? porque la ignorancia nos impide enteder su manera de actuar su cultura o su lengua y ante eso nos sentimos amenazados. Nos dejamos llevar por un gobierno que solamente quiere el bien propio y que para lograr votantes es capaz de enviar tropas ya sea a una misión benefica o a una guerra. Los medios de comunicación hacen un circo de todo esto y nosotros nos creemos todo lo que nos dicen y mientras, nos dedicamos a pelearnos,robarnos, e incluso matarnos entre nosotros porque somos incapaces de ver que en el fondo todos somos iguales, con los mismos derechos y obligaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se trata de adorar o querer a los demás, si no de convivir, pero esto es algo que nuestra sociedad no comprende ya que la inteligencia es un don que solo algunos tienen la suerte de poseer, la estupidez y la ignorancia se ciernen sobre nuestra sociedad, pero aun asi creen ser mejores que los demás porque su orgullo no les permite ver su propia incompetencia y por eso se sienten mejor al humillar a los que ellos consideran inferiores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esto ha pasado a lo largo de la historia y continuará pasando en el S.XXI y en los siglos siguientes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y eso a mí me da asco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-5359134576263476478?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/5359134576263476478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-is-d-i-f-f-r-e-n-t-but-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5359134576263476478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5359134576263476478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-is-d-i-f-f-r-e-n-t-but-dont.html' title='Everyone Is D i f f r e n t . But don&apos;t treat them D i f f e r e n t l y.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S3rz4gEjLqI/AAAAAAAAADg/sTDTHzxO6pI/s72-c/1709081926.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-7216416181886725599</id><published>2009-11-19T21:01:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:09:39.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization: A part of everyday life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SwWmlDLspMI/AAAAAAAAADY/0DfADaPRETU/s1600/globalizacion_noticias_1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405910083167888578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SwWmlDLspMI/AAAAAAAAADY/0DfADaPRETU/s320/globalizacion_noticias_1106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That thing called: Globalization!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this article is to inform the reader about the damage that globalization is doing to the world.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays Government and the general public are talking way too much about globalization and its positives and negatives aspects, and whether it is an advance for the humanity or otherwise, if it is a step backwards.From the following points you will find a general idea of the side effects of this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;Side effects of Globalization&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most serious side effects of globalization is the exploit of row materials from Developing or 3rd World Countries. There's a great divide between those who have and those who have not. The 3rd World Countries are grossly underpaid for their indigenous row materials, and when they import the manufactured goods they have to pay a high price so that they can hardly make a profit, and so they go into debt. They have to ask for loans to the Developed Countries, which they cannot return back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crisis: The first signs appeared two years ago when overseas companies shut down and consequently a lot of people become unemployed. People who have lost their job couldn't pay the bills nor their mortatges, so they asked for loans from the banks, but they were refused by the bank as they were in the red.So those who have become redundant and they were not entitled to the unemployment benefits, could hardly eat and they almost lost their houses. There is a lot of people who are desperate, who would do anything to avoid going completely under.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this, the levels of immigrants have rose incredibly over the past two years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immigrants come to the Developed Countries looking for a better life, getting a well-paid job, dreaming about buying or renting a house and having a new life with their families, However when they get to the “rich and powerful countries” they find themselves without money, with a job where they are exploited and being hardly paid and in the worst cases, they have to sleep in the street under terrible conditions. This increase in population turns to an increasement of the dole and does not help to stop the economy's recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The supposed solution&lt;br /&gt;The Government is going to inject bilions into the economy, as well as launch public employment schemes like jobs in the Department of Defence, Enviroment and Infrastructure, as a means to create employment, Also studying ways to create more assistance to the families in feeding and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of this leads me tho the conclusion that consideration should be given to the side effects of the globalization as they are quite serious because if the economy doesn't pick up quickly the country could be ruined. However the economists forecast that in two years situation will return to normal if the government starts working from now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-7216416181886725599?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/7216416181886725599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/11/globalisation-part-of-everyday-life.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/7216416181886725599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/7216416181886725599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/11/globalisation-part-of-everyday-life.html' title='Globalization: A part of everyday life.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SwWmlDLspMI/AAAAAAAAADY/0DfADaPRETU/s72-c/globalizacion_noticias_1106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-1427738741328775168</id><published>2009-09-10T16:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:18:14.482+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La juventud está completamente malgastada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SqkYI3ZEpQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-GjpatL8mDI/s1600-h/hosue-party-baja_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379857770457900290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SqkYI3ZEpQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-GjpatL8mDI/s320/hosue-party-baja_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can we be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teenagers/youth) the way we &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always eating the same damn thing, Spending our time on the phone or on the computer. Always complaining about supid things. Wanting everything and RIGHT now . Always asking for more . Saying "I love you" to anybody. Spending our lives outside. Notice something and regret that we didn't think about it sooner . Especially do not work, Supply a minimum of effort or sometimes none. Watch the clock every 30 seconds, sleeping . Being in trouble for nothing, but always for the same nothing . Want this, want that, but especially want Him/Her* Look at the others like we were better and laugh . DO NOT hear about parents. Always watching this stupid show on TV, every single day at the same hour . Opening our planner and always closing it up immediatly. Always push things away to the next day. Looking at ourselves in a mirror every minute and hating the way we look because we are not "fit"Beautiful" enough. Not Listening to anybody.Betraying our loved ones.Makin people feel miserable because they are not the same we are. Similar conversations for ever arriving at the same point . A need to hang on any mark of affection, never sincere, conccurence absolved. It is always better elsewhere, pure and simple dissatisfaction . We are contradictory, The happiness is derisory, and the smiles don't last for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that truly the life we want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy en dia la juventud extiende cheques que su cuerpo no puede pagar, estamos demasiado preocupados por nuestro aspecto que por nuestro conocimiento o personalidad, es más importante tener alguien a quien criticar que preocuparnos de como somos nosotros realmente, tenemos un móvil que funciona perfectamente, que tiene lo necesario y más, pero queremos el que acaba de salir en la televisión y a los dos minutos de comprarlo ya estamos pensando en cual compraremos después. La ropa "pasa de moda" cada mes, abrimos el armario y decimos "no tengo que ponerme!" cuando en realidad el armario esta a rebosar, nos miramos al espejo y nos odiamos a nosotros mismos por no parecernos ni un apice a la última top model de la revista "In Touch" o "Cuore", no disfrutamos de las pequeñas cosas como son salir para hablar y no hacer nada o compartir unas risas con aquellos que te importan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lo largo del tiempo me he dado cuenta que si acabas en el hospital por una intoxicación etilica estás más cerca de ser el/la más popular del grupo que de ser una persona lamentable, que si no sales cada fin de semana de fiesta ya no eres "guay" y te has convertido en un "aburrido".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta dónde vamos a llegar? las niña de 13 años viven lo que las de 15 deberían estar haciendo y las de 15 quieren ser como las de 18, y llega un punto en el que no sabes si hablas con un niño o con un adolescente porque la vida es demasiado &lt;em&gt;cliché.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y esto de quien se supone que es culpa?&lt;/strong&gt; de la globalización? de la televisión? de la educación?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De nosotros mismos, por olvidarnos de lo que realmente importa y por preocuparnos por mierda que solamente nos lleva al fracaso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-1427738741328775168?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/1427738741328775168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-juventud-esta-completamente.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1427738741328775168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1427738741328775168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-juventud-esta-completamente.html' title='La juventud está completamente malgastada.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SqkYI3ZEpQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-GjpatL8mDI/s72-c/hosue-party-baja_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-1187942414987461975</id><published>2009-08-25T17:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:11:33.268+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of your skin lingers on me now...♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SpQNHo7SY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/f2BGTeTQGsY/s1600-h/j6d185.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373934680256176994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SpQNHo7SY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/f2BGTeTQGsY/s320/j6d185.tmp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything started with a kiss, and ended with a kiss.You hold me like you'll never let me go, but we both know this is a goodbye, we can't pretend this can work out because we know it can't, we are miles appart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told you i was tired of hiding,I told you I was tired of being used, used by you, i told you i didn't want to be your friend with benefits, not anymore.Being your summer romance was beautiful and nice,but when summer ends it's me who's feeling down,when summer ends it's me who's counting down the days to be with you again.You told me you've never used me,just scared of being commited to somebody,and well..i have you say i trust you, because im also scared...scared of being blind, blinded by you.We didn't need a word, you knew you just had to kiss me to have me,it's amazing how you exactly know what i want, how you know im yours, and i will always be.The nights spent with you weren't enough, not enough to tell you the way i feel, not enough to tell you all the things i wanted to say, not enough to kiss you all the times i wanted to.This is the last night, we all go out for dinner, you look at me secretly, nobody else knows about you and me, i find your eyes we cross sights,we share smiles, you say things that anybody else but me can understand, we get into the bar, we order different things just to have an excuse to share our glass with each other, you look at me and start saying jokes just to make me laugh and i laughed so hard i cried. We get into the campsite, just near to the roundabout where we first kissed, you tell me: "Ágata,you look beautifull tonight" i cant even say a word, just smile and look you directly to your eyes, i sat next to you and you hold my hand, there's no need to say a word, we both know enough.The time goes by, we know its not gonna stop, the end is almost here,i start crying, you tell me: "Smile babe, i want to see the shine in your eyes for the last time" but every word you say makes me cry even harder, you hold me and kiss me and the last thing you said was: I love you, this is not a goodbye this is a see you later"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything started and ended with a kiss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-1187942414987461975?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/1187942414987461975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/smell-of-your-skin-lingers-on-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1187942414987461975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1187942414987461975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/smell-of-your-skin-lingers-on-me-now.html' title='The smell of your skin lingers on me now...♥'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SpQNHo7SY2I/AAAAAAAAACw/f2BGTeTQGsY/s72-c/j6d185.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-1071719916550389539</id><published>2009-08-08T23:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:41:36.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Que nos hace humanos? La posibilidad de realizar un sueño.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sn3xBmuMKLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Chez6sl0HnY/s1600-h/1177808926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sn3xBmuMKLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Chez6sl0HnY/s320/1177808926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367711340771944626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt; dijo: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent."&lt;/span&gt; lo que traducido al español vendría a ser: "Nadie puede hacerte sentir inferior sin tu consentimiento".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hemos nacido para hacer algo, no estamos aquí por casualidad&lt;/span&gt;, cada segundo de nuestras vidas cuenta, cada acción, cada palabra, incluso el ruido de nuestra respiración significa algo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora mismo hay&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.751.643.600 personas en el mundo&lt;/span&gt;, algunas están corriendo asustadas, otras vuelven o se van de su casa o de su ciudad, otras mienten para conseguir pasar el dia a dia, mientras que otras encaran a la verdad. Seis billones de personas en el mundo, seis billones de almas que estan aquí por algun motivo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aunque solo sea hacer feliz a otra persona de esas 6.751.643.600.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con todo esto quiero decir, que no importa si al final del día no cumples las expectativas de los demás, no importa si no lográs lo que los demás esperaban que lograrás, da igual si te dicen que eres un perdedor, que te juzguen, que piensen que eres peor o inferior porque no has conseguido llegar a dónde los demás han llegado, porque de 6.751.643.600 personas tú tienes un destino, sueños por cumplir, un sitio al que llegar, y no importa cuanto tardes en llegar a él, porque &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie puede quitarte el puesto que tú y solo tú debes ocupar en este mundo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No estamos predestinados ha hacer lo que la mayoria hace, porque en el momento que empezamos ha hacer las cosas porque los demás te dicen que es lo que se debe hacer, perdemos la individualidad que nos hace especiales en este inmenso lugar que es el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que pase lo que pase, sean cuales sean tus sueños, metas o inquietudes, nunca, nunca te rindas, porque nadie puede quitarte lo que te ha sido asignado, aunque seamos nosotros mismos los que nos asignamos esos retos,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nadie absolutamente nadie puede decirte que no eres capaz de alcanzar tus objetivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cree en ti mismo y en tus capacidades, porque si no lo haces tu, quien lo hará?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-1071719916550389539?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/1071719916550389539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-nos-hace-humanos-la-posibilidad-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1071719916550389539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/1071719916550389539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/que-nos-hace-humanos-la-posibilidad-de.html' title='¿Que nos hace humanos? La posibilidad de realizar un sueño.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sn3xBmuMKLI/AAAAAAAAACo/Chez6sl0HnY/s72-c/1177808926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-5100431400136369252</id><published>2009-08-01T21:55:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:26:28.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SnSkXTnk4rI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pvpsx0LhGfY/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365093776415318706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SnSkXTnk4rI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pvpsx0LhGfY/s320/DSC00106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so lost that you had to come &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SnSj7rWEYhI/AAAAAAAAACY/q6fmcaqSdJ4/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back where you where coming from step by step?&lt;br /&gt;I've had, and sometimes iI feel like I am getting lost again.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I wake up and as the time goes by, I feel like I am losing something and that&lt;br /&gt;feeling seems to start over and over again everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I always had to be at the top of all the expectations that everyone had made for me, and each time&lt;br /&gt;I failed, I felt like my world was crashing down and all I could do was smile and say: &lt;em&gt;"hey don't worry I'll beat it the next time",&lt;/em&gt;while I was tearing myself for not being good enough, blaming myself for not being able to get my goal and knowing the others were going to judge me for being a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am what everyone calls an adult, the only one I'm afraid of dissapoint it's me, because I know I can be my worst enemy and my hardest boss.&lt;br /&gt;I would lie if I say that I don't care about what they say, because everybody cares about what the other people think, it is something we learn since we are kiddos and we keep until we die.&lt;br /&gt;Even when we are dying we are worried about the people who could be thinking: What you could have been in the past if you had chosen another way or decision and who you really are at the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm done with this, I'll stop worrying about what the general people think, and just try to become who I decide to be, because at the end of it all, I am the only one who's going to live my life, and I am going to live it the way I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-5100431400136369252?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/5100431400136369252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust-yourself-you-know-more-than-you.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5100431400136369252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5100431400136369252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust-yourself-you-know-more-than-you.html' title='Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SnSkXTnk4rI/AAAAAAAAACg/Pvpsx0LhGfY/s72-c/DSC00106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-332223487373041600</id><published>2009-06-19T22:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:28:43.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenia dieciseis años y la vida en los labios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjwBQ9jh5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w39pnF4eC8U/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349151848322425874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjwBQ9jh5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w39pnF4eC8U/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La amistad se trata de compartir los buenos y malos momentos sin importar cuanto tiempo inviertas en ello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No tienes ni un centimo en los bolsillos, la nevera está vacía, solo quedan botellines de cerveza medio vacíos encima de la mesa y el suelo está pegajoso por culpa de los restos de comida, se puede saber que ha ocurrido?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tequila, mucho tequila y limón&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Y no te queda nada?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-y entonces que?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Entonces nada, siempre me quedará el alcohol,el sexo y el rock and roll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-y de eso se puede vivir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-oh pues claro, en la vida te dicen que aunque no tengas nada, sonrie y todo saldrá bien. Bueno lo cierto es que la vida es una putada y yo me he cansado de sonreirle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Y por eso estás borracha?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- haha, pues claro que no, yo no bebo para ahogar las penas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-No entiendo, entonces porque bebes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Porque en el cielo no hay alcohol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Puedo acompañarte entonces?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Depende, porque bebes tu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Porque el espejo me escupe lo que soy cada mañana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- hahaha el tequila se bebe de golpe y sin respirar, bienvenida al club de los inconformistas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incluso cuando no sé ni lo que hago, eres capaz de hacerme compañia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-332223487373041600?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/332223487373041600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/tenia-dieciseis-anos-y-la-vida-en-los.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/332223487373041600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/332223487373041600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/tenia-dieciseis-anos-y-la-vida-en-los.html' title='Tenia dieciseis años y la vida en los labios.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjwBQ9jh5BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/w39pnF4eC8U/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-3290286723350612132</id><published>2009-06-17T21:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:37:08.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>British Council CAE examination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjlT1hpsJNI/AAAAAAAAACI/xeQVkqKPi-Y/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348398211510576338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjlT1hpsJNI/AAAAAAAAACI/xeQVkqKPi-Y/s320/Dibujo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:45 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; el despertador suena, pero la verdad llevo horas despierta, me levanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; Salgo de casa, dirección a la estación de tren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; ya estoy en el tren, quedan 45 minutos para llegar y los nervios ya me machan el estomago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; llego a la estación de hospitalet, y desde lejos ya se puede ver la enorme concentración de personas delante de las puertas de la Farga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Más de 5.800 personas compartiendo el mismo sentimiento de nerviosismo que se palpaba en el ambiente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entramos en la sala y una voz de mujer dice:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Welcome to the British Council CAE examination, thanks for coming. Now please, sit down and leave your stationary under the table&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Automaticamente todo el mundo le hace caso, el sonido es ensordecedor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La voz suena otra vez:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Please candidates sit down the exam is about to start in five minutes&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now please leave ur ID and your Statement over the table in order to help the invigilators to check your indentity and the information written in the exam&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas Las mesas estan colocadas en rigurosa linea recta, cada cinco mesas un vigilante, que revisa todos los datos del "Statement".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La voz otra vez:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Okay Candidates, now you are going to be given the Reading test, Please supervisors delivery the exams&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los Supervisores entregan fila por fila los examenes y una hoja de respuestas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now candidates, please sign the answer sheet and do not open the booklet sheet until you are told to do so&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incluso el rozar de los bolis en el papel re-suena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La mujer lee las instrucciones en voz alta y finaliza diciendo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It is 9:30 a.m by my watch, you have an hour and a half to complete the exam, you may start now, good luck&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos los candidatos abrimos el examen a la vez y suena como si el viento ubiera hecho volar la vela de un barco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:30 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;You have 30 minutes left, you may not leave the room from now and then&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos nos apresuramos a transferir las respuestas a la hoja de respuestas,ya que si no lo hacemos, nuestro examen no será corregido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Time up, stop writting candidates. Please supervisors, collect the exams&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos salimos de la sala para tomar un breve descanso, mucha gente llora, otros incluso vomitan por culpa de los nervios, Los demás hacen cola para comprar bebidas y algo para comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:20 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; Volvemos a entrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Candidates, the Writting test is about to start in 5 minutes, sit down and wait for your exam you may complete this exam in PEN not PENCIL as you have done in the reading test, you may use tipex if you wish, but not make an abuse of it&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:25 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; Repite lo mismo que en el examen anterior, y nos reparten los examenes. Dos composiciones de 280 palabras cada una, obligatoria: Proposal opcional (en mi caso) Article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:30 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;You have now 30 minutes left, do not leave the room&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corriendo acabamos el examen, y esperamos a que recojan el examen para poder salir, la atmosfera es asfixiante, entre los nervios y el calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:45 a.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;The Grammar in use exam should be done in PENCIL and you must transfer your answers to the answer sheet in order to be qualified, you have now 1h15min to complete the exam, good luck candidates&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este es más complicado que los anteriores, y se nota por el sonido de los lapizes repicando en las mesas con la intencion de que con esos golpecitos te venga la respuesta a la cabeza, pero nada, en la tierra no hay milagros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13:45 p.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;You have now 15 minutes left, please transfer your answers to the answer sheet, you may stay in your seats, do not leave the room&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:00 p.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Time up, please stop writting, stop writting. Supervisors, collect the exams&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora los nervios ya no son tan visibles, solo queda una parte del examen, y apesar de ser una parte decisiva, la calma o la rutina ya han tomado presencia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14:15 p.m&lt;/strong&gt; Nos han dividido en dos grupos, L1 y L2, yo estoy en el primero. Entramos y la mujer dice "&lt;em&gt;Candidates, the Listening test is going to be done upstairs, you may find your room using your candidate number&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bueno mi numero de candidata 5830, no es de esperar que me toque la ultima habitación, ya que soy la última candidata. Exacto, Candidate 5830 L1 Room 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now put the earphones on and wait for the instructions&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora la voz de mujer a cambiado a una grabación con voz masculina, profunda y clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos da las instrucciones para el listening y empieza el examen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15:00 p.m&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Time up, stop writting, this is the end of the CAE Exam, thank you for coming, and don't forget any of your belongings here, the British Council won't be responsible of any object lost&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se acabó. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fingers Crossed (yn)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tengo que decir que cuando hice el First Certificate Exam (FCE), habían 3.600 personas, pero al ser la primera vez que realizaba un examen de tal importancia, no me percate de practicamente nada, y está vez he conseguido grabar todos y cada uno de los detalles del dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-3290286723350612132?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/3290286723350612132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/british-council-cae-examination.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3290286723350612132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3290286723350612132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/british-council-cae-examination.html' title='British Council CAE examination'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SjlT1hpsJNI/AAAAAAAAACI/xeQVkqKPi-Y/s72-c/Dibujo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-5204234864789584319</id><published>2009-06-07T20:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:16:32.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Montserrat Roig - Digues que m'estimes encara que sigui mentida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SiwR7pvKJMI/AAAAAAAAACA/1Qj_rzav4UE/s1600-h/P0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344666574295540930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SiwR7pvKJMI/AAAAAAAAACA/1Qj_rzav4UE/s320/P0505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy quiero dedicar mi entrada a una gran escritora catalana, Montserrat Roig, que me ha ayudado a entender muchas cosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El texto siguiente es de su libro titulado: "Digues que m'estimes encara que sigui mentida".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Qui enganya és més just perquè fa allò que va prometre i qui és enganyat és més savi, car aquell qui té sensibilitat és facilment impressionat per la voluptuositat de les paraules" Sentim un gran plaer quan mentim. Quan fem la mentida creïble, quan seduïm l'altre, que potser sap que mentim i que ens està demanant que continuem mentin.&lt;br /&gt;-Digues que m'estimes encara que sigui mentida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Li va demanar Johnny Guitar a Joan Crawford.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ella li va contestar que l'estimava encara que fos mentida. Però mentre mentia, li deia la veritat.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para el ser humano mentir es una necesidad, porque la verdad es demasiado dificil de entregar y en muchas ocasiones aún es más difcil recibirla, porque al fin y al cabo la verdad significa realidad, y la realidad da miedo muchas veces ¿no?.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfrentarnos a aquello que nos asusta, aceptar algo que nos aterra y decirnos a nosotros mismos: "Vale, esto es así y está pasando" es un gran paso, pero todos en algun momento de nuestras vidas nos hemos tenido que enfrentar a la verdad, y practicamente siempre es amarga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Así que no podemos culpar a un mentiroso por querer ocultarnos la verdad, porque cuando decimos " Dime la verdad!" en realidad estamos deseando que nos mientan para no tener que aceptar las consequencias que eso trae consigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo el mundo miente, y eso es absolutamente cierto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-5204234864789584319?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/5204234864789584319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/montserrat-roig-digues-que-mestimes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5204234864789584319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5204234864789584319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/montserrat-roig-digues-que-mestimes.html' title='Montserrat Roig - Digues que m&apos;estimes encara que sigui mentida'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SiwR7pvKJMI/AAAAAAAAACA/1Qj_rzav4UE/s72-c/P0505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-6865562975495481251</id><published>2009-06-04T16:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:07:25.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La confusion est la porte qui mène à la clarté</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SifihNqg1kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XtCpV6NWgns/s1600-h/%3D)+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343488543129916994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SifihNqg1kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XtCpV6NWgns/s320/%3D)+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Il parait que la vie n'est jamais aussi belle que dans nos rêves, tu peux croire que t'as toute la chance du monde, mais alors tu va bien voire que ça c'est pas vrai, que t'as toujours quelque chose que brise ta vie, et que tu ne peux pas arranger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;La vie se compose des illusions,des sourires, des amours, de l'amitié, de la chance, de le bonheur, mais se compose aussi des déceptions qui marquent le fin d'une illusion, des larmes qui brisent des sourires, des desamours qui te font pleurer et penser que l'amour n'existe pas, de la defiance qui te fait croire que l'amitié c'est rien, et le malheur qui te fait penser que le bonheur est cache dans une bonne planque!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais il faut a moins essayer, parce que au fin de tout tu viens dans cet monde pour vivre et quand la vie est fini, la mort ce sûr que va pas être si bonne, alors tu dois jouir ta vie, ne regreter jamais rien, et penser que les gens changent, ça fait mal, mais c'est comme ça, et que S'il n'y a pas de solution, c'est qu'il n'y pas de problème."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parce que en ce monde beaucoup de choses sont improbables mais rien n'est impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-6865562975495481251?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/6865562975495481251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-confusion-est-la-porte-qui-mene-la.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6865562975495481251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6865562975495481251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-confusion-est-la-porte-qui-mene-la.html' title='La confusion est la porte qui mène à la clarté'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SifihNqg1kI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XtCpV6NWgns/s72-c/%3D)+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-6773354896803769211</id><published>2009-05-27T20:18:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:41:20.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La mayor decepción de tu vida. Suena bien, ¿no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sh2JDTjYYUI/AAAAAAAAABw/tbUrR5pdp3s/s1600-h/A+%3D%29064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sh2JDTjYYUI/AAAAAAAAABw/tbUrR5pdp3s/s320/A+%3D%29064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340575423012561218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Y siempre me preguntaré porque ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endo a hacerme ilusiones, con personas que no tienen remedio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Han pasado tantos años, tantas cosas que te has perdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do, tantos momentos que no sabes n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i que existen, dónde estabas cuando me quedaba esperando sentada delante de un relog pensando que vendrías a buscarme?. No sabes a que le tengo miedo, no sabes que es lo que me gusta comer, tampoco sabes cual es mi color favorito, a que le tengo asco, cuales son mis ambiciones, cuales son mis sueños, no sabes ni siquiera cuando es mi cumpleaños, y todo porqué? por el simple echo de que eres un egoista, y tendría que aceptar de una vez que no te importo, que no me quieres y nunca me has querido, que después de todo, los negocios son los negocios, no? y a no ser que traiga dinero debajo del brazo, no tiene ningún valor, verdad?.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dónde estabas cuando necesitaba ayuda? cuando lloraba? dónde estabas los dias más felizes de mi vida? y los más tristes?.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miro a mi alrededor y no veo nada, absolutamente nada, que me recuerde a ti, es como si en mi vida no existieras, y lo peor de todo sabes que es? Haver querido durante todos estos años que ubieras formado parte de mi vida, aunque solo ubiera sido un segundo a la semana y saber que si no lo has hecho ha sido porque no has querido.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me he cansado de echarme la culpa, de creer que era yo el problema, de intentar impresionarte, cuando en realidad el que se tendria que haver preocupado de si estaba viva y de recuperar mi cariño eras tú.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lo siento, pero no esperes ni ahora ni nunca, que yo forme parte de tu mundo, porque ya no te quiero a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuando era pequeña te admirava,deseaba con todas mis fuerzas ser como tu querias que fuera, para que te sintieras orgulloso, para que me quisieras de una forma u otra, pero ahora que he crecido, que me falta tan poco para ser adulta,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo espero, no ser como tú."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-6773354896803769211?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/6773354896803769211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-mayor-decepcion-de-tu-vida-suena.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6773354896803769211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6773354896803769211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-mayor-decepcion-de-tu-vida-suena.html' title='La mayor decepción de tu vida. Suena bien, ¿no?'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sh2JDTjYYUI/AAAAAAAAABw/tbUrR5pdp3s/s72-c/A+%3D%29064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-6971211266467111256</id><published>2009-05-20T15:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:51:02.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Me despierto, me ducho y me voy sin secarme el pelo, me importa un pomelo si no queda completamente liso o si cada pelo no está en su lugar, voy por la calle sonriendo sin ningún motivo aparente y probablemente la gente pensará: 'y esta porque sonrie tanto?', pues que lo piensen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como chocolate, y no me importa si tiene 214093209423 calorias. Canto canciones que me invento y que no tienen sentido y si el vecino me escucha...me da exactamente lo mismo, si no le gusta que se compre tapones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi mejor amiga me llama para tenerme una hora al telefono hablando de sus amores y desamores, y me da igual, yo la escucho y hago como que me esta contando la historia más fascinante que he oído jamás, porque sé que es lo que quiere, y también sé que cuando la llame yo para hacer precisamente lo mismo, ella también escuchará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShQKN6gEP9I/AAAAAAAAABg/O1gs0A6g3lc/s1600-h/ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShQKN6gEP9I/AAAAAAAAABg/O1gs0A6g3lc/s320/ads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337902692499210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cambio de estado de ánimo todo el tiempo, en 3 segundos puedo ser la persona más amable del mundo y en los 3 siguientes puedo ser la más desagradable que te hayas encontrado nunca, y apesar de eso mis amigos me quieren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hablo conmigo misma todo el tiempo solo para escuchar lo que tengo que decir y así estar segura de que suena bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me tropiezo por la calle y me hago la disimulada después de haber mirado veintemil veces para todas partes y asi asegurarme de que no me ha visto nadie y entonces me pongo a reir yo sola de lo tonta y patosa que soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Con todo esto vengo a decir que el mundo esta lleno de apariencias, de canones y de topicos que desde la antiguedad nos hemos limitado a seguir, y eso no tiene ningún sentido, porque cada persona es diferente y querer parecerte a la última/o top model o famosa/o que sale en la portada de la revista que te acabas de comprar, o del programa televisivo que acabas de ver es una bobada, nunca vas a ser así, porque tu eres tu,y ellos son ellos y da igual cuanto lo intentes que eso no va a cambiar, te guste o no eres como eres y eso no tiene remedio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro de cada persona se esconde algo especial y maravilloso, que no podremos descubrir si nos limitamos a ver lo que tenemos delante de nuestros ojos, aveces hay que rascar dentro y darnos cuenta de que la verdadera obra de arte está en el interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I M P E R F E C T A&lt;/span&gt;, y me gusta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-6971211266467111256?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/6971211266467111256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-despierto-me-ducho-y-me-voy-sin.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6971211266467111256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/6971211266467111256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-despierto-me-ducho-y-me-voy-sin.html' title='Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShQKN6gEP9I/AAAAAAAAABg/O1gs0A6g3lc/s72-c/ads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-3176754649496275675</id><published>2009-05-18T15:44:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:12:32.425+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan solo déjate llevar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mi vida está llena de errores que con el paso del tiempo he ido cometiendo, pero lo cierto es que gracias a ellos me he dado cuenta de como hacer las cosas bien, de como seguir con mi vida, he a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prendid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShFskLFo7YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kKsmGIZWEn8/s1600-h/SP_A1902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShFskLFo7YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kKsmGIZWEn8/s320/SP_A1902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337166402118282626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o a vivir el dia a dia y dejar de preocuparme por el pasado o por el futuro, al fin y al cabo no puedo hacer nada para cambiar lo que sucedió aye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r o lo que puede suceder mañana, lo que tenga que ser será. Tengo claro lo que quiero, y no me importa cuanto tenga que luchar para conseguirlo, porque si algo he aprendido de la vida és que nadie va a darte nada que no te hayas ganado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No me importa nada lo que diga la gente, haga lo que haga van a hablar, y si les parece bien o mal, eso no es problema mio. No entiendo la obsesión que tiene la gente por lo que los demás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; puedan pensar, si después de todo no van a hacerte ganar nada, solamente te hacen perder confianza,tiempo y personalidad. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voy a dejar de adelantarme a las cosas, simplemente dejaré que vengan hacía mi, solamente voy a perseguir mis sueños y dedicarme a ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que la vida no és complicada, la hacemos complic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada y sí, es cierto que hay cosas que duelen y te dejan sin ganas de levantarte de la cama, pero y que más da? si te quedas en la cama de todas formas las cosas van a ir igual de mal, tienes que levantarte y plantarle cara a los problemas, salir adelante, porque si algo he aprendido és que no hay nada que no se pueda conseguir con esfuerzo y ilusión. Quién te dice a ti lo que puedes hacer o no? todos somos capazes de hacer cualquier cosa que nos propongamos, por algo somos una especie evolutiva no?.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La gente cambia,unos se van otros vienen, evoluciona,avanza, y eso es ley de vida, es lo que la hacen algo tan especial, el no saber que va a pasar, la forma en que en un segundo pueden cambiar las cosas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-3176754649496275675?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/3176754649496275675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tan-solo-dejate-llevar.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3176754649496275675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/3176754649496275675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tan-solo-dejate-llevar.html' title='Tan solo déjate llevar.'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/ShFskLFo7YI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kKsmGIZWEn8/s72-c/SP_A1902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-2548657918949812135</id><published>2009-05-15T18:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:07:37.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sg2dq-hUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rCYxrF84ln0/s1600-h/DSCN1376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336094495166731586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sg2dq-hUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rCYxrF84ln0/s320/DSCN1376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Once again you dissapointed me..., but what hurts the most is that after 14 years of lies and betrayal, I thought you could have changed..., I though that you loved me in some kind of way, that you cared about me even if it's just a little bit...but anything has changed, im still the 4 year old kid who's waiting for her father looking impatiently at the clock and thinking the phone is going to ring one moment or another and he's going to say: "hey i'm sorry honey,im late but i'll be there in a few minutes". But that has never happened, and it will never do. I'm tired of thinking that's my fault and that I have to change to make you love me,I realised you are not worth it, you don't deserve my love neither my kindness, I don't even hate you that's too much for you, i'm only angry with myself because I wasted so much time waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I don't understand how did I think that you could help me, knowing you have never been there for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So, from now and then, i'm going to accept that you are gone and you will never come back, and i'm not going to expect you to help me, to call me not even to care if i'm alive, because the only thing I need to expect from you is to never show up in my life again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-2548657918949812135?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/2548657918949812135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/2548657918949812135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/2548657918949812135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-dad.html' title='Hey Dad'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/Sg2dq-hUlUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rCYxrF84ln0/s72-c/DSCN1376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4926001615849832917.post-5133377788441999694</id><published>2009-05-14T16:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:11:31.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ágata Pellicer Reyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SgwmQAXpPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6hqwWPEx_Fo/s1600-h/K%26A+028p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335681714946129090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SgwmQAXpPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6hqwWPEx_Fo/s320/K%26A+028p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Last night i just couldn't sleep, thinking about who I am and i realised that i've always felt the necessity of make everything perfect, even knowing i cant control everything. There are people who think i am perfect, but hey im not even near to it, i get nervous when i dont have to, i get stressed when everything slip out of my hands, i laugh at things i dont have to laugh at, i enjoy annoying people and i dont like to apologize, i spend money on things i should not to, i cry when everything is going bad, one day i think i am a winner and in a flash i am angry and sad cause i think i am a loser, i wear confidence like make-up one day and another i am the most insecure girl you have ever seen, i listen to old-fashioned songs when im bored, i eat m&amp;amp;m's when i am sad, i love chocolate and i think being with a friend just doing nothing is better than clubbing and getting drunk, i cry when i see how unfair is life with poor &amp;amp; ill people, i am grouchy and cruel sometimes, i fight when i am pissed off and i freak out when a situation scares me.And i hate saying goodbye even if i dont have feelings for that someone im leaving, and it always bring tears to my eyes.and by the way i cant have my mouth shut more then 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If after reading this, you still love me, then or you are probably crazy, or you are one of the cutest person i've ever met."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4926001615849832917-5133377788441999694?l=agata-pellicer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/feeds/5133377788441999694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/agata-pellicer-reyes.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5133377788441999694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4926001615849832917/posts/default/5133377788441999694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://agata-pellicer.blogspot.com/2009/05/agata-pellicer-reyes.html' title='Ágata Pellicer Reyes'/><author><name>Ágata Pellicer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00097775496402826453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/S-gLBWzQH8I/AAAAAAAAADw/HVBaQCmU05g/S220/DSC00255.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wAp3GRf3LcI/SgwmQAXpPMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6hqwWPEx_Fo/s72-c/K%26A+028p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
