<?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-35387544</id><updated>2012-01-26T13:15:43.200-08:00</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='personal'/><title type='text'>Words quarry</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog explores with a personal point of view the key questions: why the new boyfriend of your ex girlfriend is always a stupid, which are the effects of a TV overdose, applications of instinct to the chase of the opposite sex or how to be politically incorrect and survive at the same time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-1326435414528827535</id><published>2011-09-05T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:29:52.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Swollen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Feelings swollen at Viceroy’s realm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Fill my heart with entire worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Your thoughts, touch, words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Powerful fuel that blossom my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-1326435414528827535?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/1326435414528827535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=1326435414528827535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1326435414528827535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1326435414528827535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2011/09/swollen.html' title='Swollen'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-2778557944811136254</id><published>2011-08-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:29:00.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;When I'm feeling happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;(and the boy in me says the truth),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;what makes complete my bit of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;is the idea of sharing it with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-2778557944811136254?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/2778557944811136254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=2778557944811136254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2778557944811136254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2778557944811136254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2011/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-5020114886678026330</id><published>2011-08-25T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:27:52.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Shores</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Willing to reach the shores of your smile,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;to breeze through the mountains,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;to explore deep inside, your lovely sparkling eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-5020114886678026330?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/5020114886678026330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=5020114886678026330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/5020114886678026330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/5020114886678026330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2011/08/shores.html' title='Shores'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-1112235051010758815</id><published>2009-05-02T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:13:41.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/SfypSsAAkgI/AAAAAAAABB8/7TgFWYDBwt8/s1600-h/endor_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/SfypSsAAkgI/AAAAAAAABB8/7TgFWYDBwt8/s400/endor_moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331322197413761538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want to feel a love so irrepressible &lt;div&gt;that come out through my eyes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through my tears, through my sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to the heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the very Death Star, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been to the highest tower of the Endor's moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the one thing I was thinking about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was that I wish I could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to have shared those moments with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-1112235051010758815?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/1112235051010758815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=1112235051010758815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1112235051010758815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1112235051010758815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2009/05/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/SfypSsAAkgI/AAAAAAAABB8/7TgFWYDBwt8/s72-c/endor_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-7790657759121415227</id><published>2008-10-04T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:20:27.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempted the devil with my song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marizombie/2808912725/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/2808912725_662e747375.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marizombie/2808912725/"&gt;Tempted the devil with my song.&lt;/a&gt;, originalmente cargada por &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/marizombie/"&gt;Zombify&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simply gorgeous! I love her gaze, direct, intense, and at the same time kind of sweet and warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-7790657759121415227?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/7790657759121415227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=7790657759121415227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/7790657759121415227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/7790657759121415227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2008/10/tempted-devil-with-my-song.html' title='Tempted the devil with my song.'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3049/2808912725_662e747375_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-2662546657818521172</id><published>2008-02-05T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:00:34.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>No man’s land</title><content type='html'>I want from you&lt;br /&gt;more than just your silence&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes looking at me&lt;br /&gt;from away time and space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m willing&lt;br /&gt;to make a deal with your neck&lt;br /&gt;that no man’s land&lt;br /&gt;between your mind and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m intend to play&lt;br /&gt;there when reason and passion&lt;br /&gt;struggles with each other&lt;br /&gt;to decide your next action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to whisper at your skin&lt;br /&gt;and to imprint in your cute chin&lt;br /&gt;a memory to follow&lt;br /&gt;if you decide to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/R6lJOpjCejI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GvZADF3cMa4/s1600-h/DSC06926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/R6lJOpjCejI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GvZADF3cMa4/s400/DSC06926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163738963776797234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-2662546657818521172?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/2662546657818521172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=2662546657818521172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2662546657818521172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2662546657818521172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-mans-land.html' title='No man’s land'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/R6lJOpjCejI/AAAAAAAAAj0/GvZADF3cMa4/s72-c/DSC06926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-5992985103871972924</id><published>2008-01-24T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:24:06.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Misterious priestess</title><content type='html'>Ask me how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;to recall your words any day,&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you how the entire galaxy&lt;br /&gt;in my chest can be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the morning&lt;br /&gt;you'll emerge from the Sierra's haze,&lt;br /&gt;dressed like a mysterious priestess&lt;br /&gt;and the Elder Brothers heir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then to share whispers,&lt;br /&gt;behold scratches of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;spark my heart with your kisses,&lt;br /&gt;cuddling you under the full moon's light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, the power of summoning you&lt;br /&gt;is burning my naked hands.&lt;br /&gt;Can you give me just a clue?&lt;br /&gt;Is that blaze a part of your plans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-5992985103871972924?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/5992985103871972924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=5992985103871972924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/5992985103871972924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/5992985103871972924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2008/01/misterious-priestess.html' title='Misterious priestess'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-1811021619446356900</id><published>2007-11-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:29:29.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/Rz_eTJxNClI/AAAAAAAAAfg/79dj9cA-PSQ/s400/dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134066520846830162" width="30%" /&gt;I used to think &lt;br /&gt;I did not want any complications&lt;br /&gt;I did like to believe&lt;br /&gt;hardworking fills all my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a difference&lt;br /&gt;between protecting my heart &lt;br /&gt;and just stop living&lt;br /&gt;from my life quite a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not tell you &lt;br /&gt;I have figured out all the answers&lt;br /&gt;I just ask to be two&lt;br /&gt;to forge them as a couple of dancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-1811021619446356900?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/1811021619446356900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=1811021619446356900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1811021619446356900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/1811021619446356900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/Rz_eTJxNClI/AAAAAAAAAfg/79dj9cA-PSQ/s72-c/dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-2358232737969722968</id><published>2007-11-12T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T09:40:21.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>A way to your smile</title><content type='html'>I wish I could &lt;br /&gt;just by looking at your astral chart&lt;br /&gt;have a glimpse of your soul,&lt;br /&gt;of how you feel deep in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding me I can tell you&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of just breathing &lt;br /&gt;and trying to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving a past age&lt;br /&gt;rediscovering what makes me human.&lt;br /&gt;I want face a real challenge&lt;br /&gt;instead of dealing with an imaginary one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me sow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;with sunflowers for a while. &lt;br /&gt;Let your sight become two beams&lt;br /&gt;that enlighten the way to your smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-2358232737969722968?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/2358232737969722968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=2358232737969722968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2358232737969722968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2358232737969722968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/11/way-to-your-smile.html' title='A way to your smile'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-4324798815695297023</id><published>2007-10-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:29:30.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>New dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Talk to me in a way &lt;br /&gt;the vibration of your whispers  &lt;br /&gt;and the warm in your breathe  &lt;br /&gt;tells me more than just phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want you not to hide  &lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;i&gt;majayura&lt;/i&gt; any longer.  &lt;br /&gt;The fears that used to frighten you  &lt;br /&gt;you can face now you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just look at me in a fashion  &lt;br /&gt;you can tell how your touch makes me feel  &lt;br /&gt;just by seeing the reaction  &lt;br /&gt;through my eyes without a veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me reach you in a manner  &lt;br /&gt;you can enter my life  &lt;br /&gt;and make real the beautiful dawn  &lt;br /&gt;that I can see in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/Rya1L3D2tvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_jmn5Xh8B7E/s400/hazelEyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126984441171195634" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-4324798815695297023?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/4324798815695297023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=4324798815695297023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/4324798815695297023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/4324798815695297023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-dawn.html' title='New dawn'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/Rya1L3D2tvI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_jmn5Xh8B7E/s72-c/hazelEyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-3164520825454246810</id><published>2007-04-23T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:29:30.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Looking at you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/98653030@N00/11716422/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RjD04Y0fGPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c2hBXCpcKJk/s400/green_eye2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057811631109511410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time we met each other &lt;br /&gt;you looked at me just like &lt;br /&gt;you remembered me from your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Now, when I remember you &lt;br /&gt;I feel I am looking at you in my dreams &lt;br /&gt;for the very first time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would like to remember you again from my dreams &lt;br /&gt;I would like you meet me again for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend, &lt;br /&gt;I won't lie, &lt;br /&gt;I shall just show you who I really am, &lt;br /&gt;while my heart is breezing through my fears&lt;br /&gt;while I looking at you in the eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-3164520825454246810?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/3164520825454246810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=3164520825454246810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/3164520825454246810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/3164520825454246810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/04/looking-at-you.html' title='Looking at you'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RjD04Y0fGPI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c2hBXCpcKJk/s72-c/green_eye2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-2919384379703469392</id><published>2007-02-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:38:45.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A dreamed mate II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/01/talking-to-el-marqu-we-were-exchanging.html#comment-2422841552473178936" target="_blank"&gt;Vladimir : Thank you very much for your comment&lt;/a&gt;. It will be a real challenge to debate your arguments. You said "&lt;i&gt;I think everyone is in permanent evolution&lt;/i&gt;", and this is the way it should be, but I'm afraid there is people who seems to be stucked in a stage of his/her evolution. That's exactly the reason why El Marqu&amp;eacute;s and I were so surprised when our friends got married with their girlfriends: those girls don't seem to be smarter, or wiser, or skillful or more interesting in any way than when we first met them, several years ago. However, I agree with you: when I described a mate who evolves permanently I meant a mate who makes me proud of her. I believe a good way to do it is adapting to normal changes in your environment and finding new challenges to improve. Unfortunately, I've already met a few people like this, so I KNOW as a matter of fact they are real and to dream of someone like this is not an impossible whim.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Most people just get accustomed to comfort and I don't like that (I hope I would never behave this way).  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Additionally, you said "&lt;em&gt;Sooner or later beauty will vanish&lt;/em&gt;". I think you said this under the assumption that youth = beauty (there is an age for beauty). However, I think there is a beauty for each age: a baby girl could be beauty but not in the same fashion a grown woman could be. A number of grandmothers are beauty in their own way as well, and you can say probably they should be hot in their teen years. Of course most people won't be attracted in a sexual way by a baby girl or most grandmothers (anyway I don't), but sex-appeal is an acceptable demand at my age. However, I really don't expect that a mate will be sex-appealing no matter her age (that's more a demand from the consumption society than mine) but I do expect she keep her healthy and beauty according to her age. I'm trying to do the same, stop dressing myself as a teenager and choosing a look I could like which is according to my age.  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On the other hand, you said "&lt;em&gt;you don't want to spend years thinking you need to ‘become a better person' to ‘deserve' your girl&lt;/em&gt;". I completely agree with you, just my bad writing betrayed me. I think every human being deserves to be loved (fortunately I've been) but I would like to be loved by someone I fall in love with. It's not a matter of deserving your mate's love (as you pointed out, true love is by definition unconditioned) is just I like challenging women. I guess my doom is to fall in love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brunhilde" target="_blank"&gt;Brynhildr&lt;/a&gt;, the valkyrie who only would love the warrior who could defeat her in combat... ha, ha, ha :)  &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So, if I want an interesting mate, I should be interesting to her eyes at least. I don't imply if she is a good tennis player I should beat her in every match. I just mean I should have some attribute that makes her feel admiration about me, no matter if it is about a completely different field than hers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-2919384379703469392?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/2919384379703469392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=2919384379703469392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2919384379703469392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2919384379703469392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamed-mate-ii.html' title='A dreamed mate II'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-2363448680809568024</id><published>2007-01-31T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:29:30.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>A dreamed mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RcEgk3IAs8I/AAAAAAAAABY/eEtI4jAt-rE/s400/Varios10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026334476767114178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to &lt;a href="http://elmarquesdecarabas.blogspot.com/"&gt;El Marqu&amp;eacute;s&lt;/a&gt;, we were exchanging impressions about several friends of each one who are getting married or even having kids. The annoying thing about it was no one is older than us, but they took the BIG STEP when we don't even have a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We both were surprised since our friends' espouses don't seems to be especially smart, charming, pretty or at least industrious. When we asked our respective friends their reasons to get married, they didn't claim to be deeply in love or mad about their couples but in a state of trust and comfort with their future wives. Is this the end of the road? To marry someone which main attribute is to be known well enough to inspire trust and comfort? I can't speak for El Marqu&amp;eacute;s, but I think I would be bored by someone like that, even before the wedding. My point is I don't visualize myself marrying someone who doesn't inspire me stronger feelings than just trust and comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In first place, I would like a woman in permanent evolution, someone who learns about things I don't know and, for example, surprises me with the new article that is writing, the new art that is learning or the new stage in her career that is attaining. No matter how long you have met this woman, I think you'll never be able to claim to know her entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In second place, I would like a woman who takes care about her appearance. I'm not asking for someone who spends half life in a gym or in a hairdresser's shop or on a surgery table but someone with healthy enough habits like to be good looking without have to hide herself under tons of makeup or fancy clothing. However, if she looks like a prom queen, I won't be mad at it at all. .. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In third place, such a woman has to be quite challenging. Since I'll feel compelled to deserve her I think I would be strongly encouraged to improve myself. I know this should be a goal I try to achieve for my own sake (independently from who I am with) but I believe the process is easier if you have a couple who shares your main goals and is the living proof of why you are trying to attain them. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In fourth place I would put the feeling of trust and comfort as a reason to marry someone. It's quite important since a marriage is exactly like a business where you need a partner who doesn't let you down, no matter how hard the circumstances could become. Notice I didn't forget this reason our friends argued; I just don't think it for itself is enough to get married. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In conclusion, I would marry a girlfriend whit whom I fell in love AND improves herself permanently AND encourages me to be better than I am, not just someone with I feel comfortable or due I'm too lazy to start again the difficult process of find someone I really like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-2363448680809568024?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/2363448680809568024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=2363448680809568024' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2363448680809568024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/2363448680809568024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/01/talking-to-el-marqu-we-were-exchanging.html' title='A dreamed mate'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RcEgk3IAs8I/AAAAAAAAABY/eEtI4jAt-rE/s72-c/Varios10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-131054366840120789</id><published>2007-01-01T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:29:30.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Why myths are important?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RZn_l-pwohI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WRwR1wfdpFs/s400/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015320687992152594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A myth is most times a symbolic representation of reality, and it's intended to be a guide that helps us to deal with life's challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent:30px; text-align:justify"&gt;In first place, myths have been used by humans since oral tradition exists, long time before writing was invented. In its primitive origins, myths used to speak about forces of nature, then evolved to stories about gods and heroes. The purpose of those stories was people learned some universal true deducted through observation of human behavior or constants in how Nature works. Those stories was made in a format of kind of condensed and exaggerated study case where the characters make decision and we can be witness of how those decisions worked in the context of the story, thus we be able to compare the results with the goals the characters tried to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent:30px; text-align:justify"&gt;In my opinion, it's more enjoyable to listen this kind of story than simply listen the conclusion, but in addition most myths provide a context and some sort of circumstances that might be extrapolated and compared with real life situations.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent:30px; text-align:justify"&gt;However, myths are far from being just a simple collection of success stories supporting a methodology related with successful living. In first place, myths are encoded in order to reach our unconscious. Actually, those stories shows astonishing tragedies or inspiring epic journeys (sometimes they mix both) that are very unlikely to be faced by a regular human being in his/her lifetime. However this sort of exaggeration is useful to highlight the most relevant attributes of characters and situations in order to be processed not by our conscious but by our unconscious. It seems to be easier for the unconscious to process symbolic representations of reality than the real thing. This is important because myths are made to warn us about danger or to bring us hope, and if unconscious is aware of these messages then I guess our response to life's challenges would be the desired one in a more natural or automatic fashion than when a similar situation is just remembered by the conscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent:30px; text-align:justify"&gt;On the other hand, if myths weren't important then they would be forgotten long time ago. Indeed, nowadays most of old myths like Noah's Ark, Gilgamesh's journey, Ulysses' adventures , King Oedipus' tragedy or Romeo and Juliet's story still being popular. In addition, year after year people create new myths, which is the case of The Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, The Matrix, X-Men, Superman and a long etcetera. All those Twentieth Century's myths are in part so seductive because they follows the same encoding than ancient myths. And they worked as well as old myths still doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent:30px; text-align:justify"&gt;In conclusion, myths are important for people because they enlighten us about how to deal with life in an unconscious level, and their effectiveness is proven by ancient myths which still working as well as the new ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-131054366840120789?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/131054366840120789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=131054366840120789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/131054366840120789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/131054366840120789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-myths-are-important.html' title='Why myths are important?'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ne394khn2yw/RZn_l-pwohI/AAAAAAAAAA0/WRwR1wfdpFs/s72-c/DSC00340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-4739567662326465703</id><published>2006-12-13T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:15:31.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>My reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Your love was a powerful driving force,&lt;br /&gt;fueling me as a matter-antimatter reaction&lt;br /&gt;where the sound of your voice was the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I figured out&lt;br /&gt;how to keep flowing with my own voice.&lt;br /&gt;People said it always was that simple,&lt;br /&gt;they said it was just a matter of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I am in the outer space, often without a clue,&lt;br /&gt;parsecs away from you,&lt;br /&gt;never farther from the sky your light turns blue,&lt;br /&gt;but closer to any star I want to reach, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My memories of you&lt;br /&gt;now are glowing though my skin &lt;br /&gt;because I beheld a sun in your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Flying each year-light, even each single mile&lt;br /&gt;I noticed myself becoming keen&lt;br /&gt;since my farewell to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.t3.rim.or.jp/~star/star/livestar/07_nova.html"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.t3.rim.or.jp/~star/star/livestar/image/07_nova.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-4739567662326465703?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/4739567662326465703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=4739567662326465703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/4739567662326465703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/4739567662326465703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-reasons.html' title='My reasons'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-116031755097038091</id><published>2006-10-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:00:34.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The path to Bournemouth is now open</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1794/1253/1600/harbour_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1794/1253/320/harbour_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As long as I can remember I have feel like an alien, no matter where or with who I have been. However, I think nothing I could feel before compares to that I’m planning to live next year. In my lazy time I thought, talked, wrote, read and listened people talking or singing in my mother tongue, and I have feel safe, comfortable, -even when I talk to someone in English or French or Italian- because I know that in cases of I can’t understand or make people understand what I mean, always I can speak in Spanish as last resource.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I’m planning to study a Master of Arts in Journalism at UK. However, in order to get there I need a little bit than just send my application to the universities. As long as my pockets are not deep enough and my English is not as fluid as I whish, it’s up to the Alban scholarship to finance my studies and it’s up to me to pass the IELTS test in order to be accepted in the University.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-116031755097038091?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/116031755097038091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=116031755097038091' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/116031755097038091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/116031755097038091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2006/10/path-to-bournemouth-is-now-open.html' title='The path to Bournemouth is now open'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35387544.post-115979709800104387</id><published>2006-10-02T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:00:34.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>September is gone, my lazy time is over</title><content type='html'>I have plans for study next year in the UK. If i want to get there i should focus on improve my written  and spoken english, apply to the IELTS test, the Master on Journalism for Magazines and the Alban Scholarship. Quite a job, isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35387544-115979709800104387?l=wordsquarry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/feeds/115979709800104387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35387544&amp;postID=115979709800104387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/115979709800104387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35387544/posts/default/115979709800104387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsquarry.blogspot.com/2006/10/september-is-gone-my-lazy-time-is-over.html' title='September is gone, my lazy time is over'/><author><name>ApoloDuvalis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14883067136253140233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsAveDlCFXo/TwFFFcefUwI/AAAAAAAAB30/e8pBXqnRUQE/s220/ameza_2011-12-30_210x210.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
