<?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-13577589</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:06.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy_paints-Mike_makes_origami</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-114327153554128569</id><published>2006-03-24T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:25:35.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -98 Al despertar</title><content type='html'>Es inevitable que experimentemos cierto sufrimiento, porque las pérdidas y los cambios forman parte de la vida de todos. Sin embargo, mucho del sufrimiento que padecemos es opcional. Lo creamos al resistirnos al momento presente y no aceptar que todo cuanto existe está destinado a cambiar, mutar y desaparecer, nos guste o no. En realidad, no hay nada que deba causarnos atracción o rechazo. Cuando observas atentamente cada momento, descubres que cosas tan opuestas como el placer y el dolor, o el hecho de ganar o perder, tienen sus ventajas y desventajas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-114327153554128569?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/114327153554128569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/114327153554128569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/03/dia-98-al-despertar.html' title='dia -98 Al despertar'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-114024381213653766</id><published>2006-02-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:23:32.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -97 Un dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;El mar... y unos ojos perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;El mar...y una bufanda de colores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;El mar...y una brissa en tus huesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;El mar...y una canciíon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-114024381213653766?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/114024381213653766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/114024381213653766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/02/dia-97-un-dia.html' title='dia -97 Un dia'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113880775479652929</id><published>2006-02-01T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T07:32:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -96</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/joguina%20trencada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/200/joguina%20trencada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ayer fue un dia lleno de cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;eran las 00:00 h  y no podia dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;algo dentro de mi me dolia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;saque lo que sentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;es solo una cancion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;pude dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;si la quereis escuchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;http://pvives.castpost.com/287981.html&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/13577589-113880775479652929?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113880775479652929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113880775479652929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/02/dia-96.html' title='dia -96'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113791542741886706</id><published>2006-01-21T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:37:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -95 .....POR TUTATIS***!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;7:25-Bufff....que sueño,pero no pasa nada...partiendo de la base que al levantarme a las 5:35 me sentia pegado al colchon con linimento y en lugar de ojos tenia naranjas...no pasa nada.Ahora todo va bien...es solo sueño,y un reloj que resta minutos....minutos que me daran 10 dias de fiesta!!! Bueno pq me enrollo tanto?...lo unico que queria decir es que.....DAVID .......DAVID BOWIE....que grande eres....estava en el tren con una pareja de goticos a mi lado.....y con mi mp3 de 12 discos de BOWIE....i aparecio el temazo YOUNG AMERICANS(rizz tu que tens passió per les coses retro de pop i rock pilla coses del bowie,ja veuras).....dios...que piano jugueton...que maravilla...que vacileo mas divertido...como si estuviera en MARACAIBO....canciones...canciones que te canvian el dia...un alto voltaje que nunca me llegó con este temazo..y hoy ves por donde la he redescubierto..con su guiño a los beatles...!IVE READ THE NEWS TODAY OH BOY!......con esos vientos al final del tema que danzan en tirabuzones divertidos.......mientras he puesto el repeat i entrava en el metro...al lado de borrachos.......parejas de italianos modernos...una pija borracha...y en medio un freakie...YO.....ah! si y mi sueño que se ha largado durante un rato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113791542741886706?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113791542741886706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113791542741886706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/01/dia-95-por-tutatis.html' title='dia -95 .....POR TUTATIS***!!!!'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113771219058806400</id><published>2006-01-19T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:09:50.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -94 VIC</title><content type='html'>El passat dia 13.....un dia trist.....&lt;br /&gt;A veces no vale la pena machacar a alguein que ha perdido a un ser querido recordandoselo a lo poco de saberlo.....yo estuve sientiendolo...y se que lo notavas....hoy he decidido que seria el dia de hacerlo en este minisitio que pocos conoceis......V.....hay animales que lo son pq se les ha llamado así genereicamente......pero són más que esa palabra fria y fea...piensa que ese ser adorable esta dentro de ti como lo estuve dsd que te fuistes...y ella lo sabia y lo sabe....mi amor para ti.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETER CHERUBIC SOUL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113771219058806400?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113771219058806400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113771219058806400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/01/dia-94-vic.html' title='dia -94 VIC'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113651464462133367</id><published>2006-01-05T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:30:44.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -93 L'amour</title><content type='html'>Ha arribat el 2006...i com jo pensava .....hi ha una personeta que sembla que ha trovat l'amor o una cosa que se li asembla molt....ei..veus com t'ho deia..men alegro molt per tu..jejeje...gaudeix..descobreix..comparteix..pero sobretot no ofeguis ni et deixis ofegr....ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113651464462133367?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113651464462133367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113651464462133367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/01/dia-93-lamour.html' title='dia -93 L&apos;amour'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113651426198922215</id><published>2006-01-05T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:25:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -92 Petons blaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Avui un persona se m'ha queixat d'una cosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Heu sentit mai a parlar dels petons blaus?...si no es aixi malament eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;A la vida hi ha molts tipus de petons...petons borja&amp;mari,petons inocents,petons pecaminosos...però tambè n'hi ha de color blau...bè almenys que jo sapiga n'hi han de blaus..si no es aixi digueu-me al-lucinat.......com anava dient,aquesta amiga m'ha reclamat un petó blau,cuan feia molt poca estona ja n'hi havia regalat un...i es clar...les coses especials no es poden anar donant i regalant cada dos per tres.....que es un petó blau? us pregunteu..oi!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Peto blau: petit pero intensisim petó  ple d'energia,estima,il-lussió i magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Els petons blaus només es fan a persones molt i molt especials...sigui el mes d'abril o esitguis nedant a la mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113651426198922215?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113651426198922215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113651426198922215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2006/01/dia-92-petons-blaus.html' title='dia -92 Petons blaus'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113576124746026885</id><published>2005-12-28T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T01:17:21.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -91 Reflexions dsd el mòn dels Garbage</title><content type='html'>"Everything you think you know is wrong,and everything you think you had baby is gone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les idees i creences que ens acompanyen durant la vida són com ella mateixa...eterees..volàtils...fins i tot relatives...tot el que sóc ara estava ja dins meu?Tot el que encara no sóc forma ja part de mi?&lt;br /&gt;Aquelles coses que eren imprescindibles i que semblava que sense elles la vida no podia ser ni existir ni tenir cap sentit....alguns d'elles no hi són ja..encara que realment no estan mortes i hem segueixen acompanyant des de el moment en que estic escribint....han marxat?hi són? o són?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provablement la meva veritat es que no res es per sempre...pero es cert que l'accent de la paraula "tambe" no hi es encara que tots sabem que hi es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hem faig massa cas.......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why do you love me?????....its driving me crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113576124746026885?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113576124746026885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113576124746026885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-91-reflexions-dsd-el-mn-dels.html' title='dia -91 Reflexions dsd el mòn dels Garbage'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113571462212969552</id><published>2005-12-27T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:18:56.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia-90 Jesus y Maria en la tierra de Blancanieves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....Peter Pan s'ha exiliat per uns dies,està perdut lluny de la grissor del mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Diuen que a la terra de Blancaneus poden passar moltes coses..algunes d'elles extranyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aquesta tarde després d'haver perdut els ulls en els paratges blancs i gelats he estat testimoni de les meravelles de Jesus i Maria....tots podeu sintonitzar el seu canal, es molt f'àcil..només heu d'anar a l'infern i preguntar per els germans Reid!!!......les paraules claus són: "i love rock and roll"...."far gone and out"..."rollercoaster"......bé aquestes són les sagrades per a mi..potser si sou curiosos,en trobareu alguna d'especial per vosaltres....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113571462212969552?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113571462212969552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113571462212969552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-90-jesus-y-maria-en-la-tierra-de.html' title='dia-90 Jesus y Maria en la tierra de Blancanieves'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113550996652941706</id><published>2005-12-25T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T03:28:19.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -89 About songs ans spots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy me siento Flex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;iblemente Cinico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me why i dont like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Avui voldria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com radio, com m'agrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Avui no miro my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;getting better or do you feel the same.....one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113550996652941706?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113550996652941706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113550996652941706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-89-about-songs-ans-spots.html' title='dia -89 About songs ans spots'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113529033730627568</id><published>2005-12-22T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:25:37.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -89 A una personeta que se que ho llegira..</title><content type='html'>Hola...&lt;br /&gt;Saps?....el que has fet avui no te preu.&lt;br /&gt;La guardaré sempre com un gran tresor...&lt;br /&gt;Un tresor minuscul...amb un color precios..i que guarda a dins seu totes aquelles notes i sentiments que ha compartit al teu costat....&lt;br /&gt;Es un present ple de màgia....&lt;br /&gt;Com et deia algun cop..no la perdis mai..perque segur que el dia que la comparteixis de la forma que tant desitges amb aquell que desitges,et farà sentir coses meravelloses....encara que recorda: la magia l'has de fer servir per la resta de coses de la vida també...eh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;un peto bandarra....blau com sempre..petons blaus...plens de fantasia i de màgia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ets una repequemeravellosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113529033730627568?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113529033730627568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113529033730627568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-89-una-personeta-que-se-que-ho.html' title='dia -89 A una personeta que se que ho llegira..'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113528978375217727</id><published>2005-12-22T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:16:23.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -88 Una lletra...petita</title><content type='html'>Jo somiava&lt;br /&gt;que el món podia ser un lloc diferent&lt;br /&gt;Jo somiava&lt;br /&gt;que les cares parlesin de tot el que amaga la gent&lt;br /&gt;Jo somiava&lt;br /&gt;que els somriures fosin miralls que ens reflexen els nens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Però ara es l'hora d'obrir bè els ulls per deixar de somiar..&lt;br /&gt;ara es l'hora d'obrir be els ulls i deixar de volar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113528978375217727?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113528978375217727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113528978375217727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-88-una-lletrapetita.html' title='dia -88 Una lletra...petita'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113490540457828121</id><published>2005-12-18T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T03:30:09.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia 87- Diecinueve</title><content type='html'>Con viento del este hiciste una cama,&lt;br /&gt;soplaste sobre ella para templarla.&lt;br /&gt; y con el murmullo de tu voz de agua&lt;br /&gt;me cantabas nanas sin letra.&lt;br /&gt;y dormíamos tan juntos que amanecíamos siameses.&lt;br /&gt;y medíamos el tiempo en latidos.&lt;br /&gt;y en tus dedos yo tocaba mis canciones,&lt;br /&gt; dedos de teclas de celesta.&lt;br /&gt;y tu pulso tamborileaba en mis sienes&lt;br /&gt;y muñecas como diminutas patas de ciempiés.&lt;br /&gt;y nos repartíamos los labios y los dientes y el hipo,&lt;br /&gt;y del alfabeto, las impares.&lt;br /&gt;y en tus dedos yo tocaba mis canciones,&lt;br /&gt;dedos de teclas de celesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113490540457828121?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113490540457828121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113490540457828121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-87-diecinueve.html' title='dia 87- Diecinueve'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113455642931675992</id><published>2005-12-14T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:34:27.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -85 smile/somriure/sonrisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ahir m'hagues agradat dibuixar un somriure de natura blava a la meva cara...la veritat es que no m'en sentia capaç:Però just abans d'anar a dormir hem vaig plantejar a mi mateix que somriure es una manera fantàstica de voler veure la vida,per aquest motiu intentaré sempré somriure encara que no tingui ganes..recordeu que intentar mai es obligar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;KOSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113455642931675992?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113455642931675992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113455642931675992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-85-smilesomriuresonrisa.html' title='dia -85 smile/somriure/sonrisa'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113423490732664399</id><published>2005-12-10T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T09:15:07.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -84 Comiendo bollitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Des que el mon dels somnis ha agafat una nova dimensió en el meu present,no deixen de pasar-me pel cap algunes noves tonteries d'aquelles que m'encanta imaginar...no m'abandoneu mai eh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tinc una imatge al cap,i sense ser egocentrisme,es una imatge meva..un petit frame en blanc i negre on surto jo com a nen fisic..aquell que no sabia que ara mateix esciuria sobre ell mateix.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquest nen podriem dir-li Fat Rob...i en Rob el que fa es menjar "bollitos","bollitos" i més "bollitos"i ho fa de la manera més radicalment "cria" posible....ben brut...amb les galtes mes negres que  vermelles (es l'efecte dels "bollitos amb chocolate desecho") ...la roba no pasaria la proba del micolor ni de conya....aquest es en Fat Rob un nen summergit en els plaers més terrenalment placids!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;; )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113423490732664399?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113423490732664399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113423490732664399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/12/dia-84-comiendo-bollitos.html' title='dia -84 Comiendo bollitos'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113337992047211696</id><published>2005-11-30T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:45:20.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -83 simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...simplicity...este es el nombre de la primera canción a cuatro manos que aprendi a tocar a piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probablemente si me hubiese fijado mucho antes en esta palabra,hablando en terrenos de felicidad,antes me hubiera dejado de flajelar con cosas que no merecen mucho la pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que es para mi la simplicidad? y en consecuéncia la felicidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pelearme con las teclas de mi piano y en especial con la mano izquierda de madera que alguein me regalo cuando tenia 18 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saber que cada semana tengo 3 dias con la obligación de trabajar muchas horas y que luego me quedan aun cuatro dias para no planificar y dejar que vayan saliendo los cientos de cosas que se pueden hacer en aproximandamente unas 96 horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notar que siguen habiendo en el mundo personas que me chifla conocer,pero de poquito a poco..y es que los bendavales no suelen funcionar.Mejor el fuego lento que las virutas de paja largas y largas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ver esa sonrisa bajo ese par de ojos que no dejan de contarme cosas aunque ellos se pierdan en un mar de timidez  o tras un sol cegador..o nada de eso..el hecho es simple..que existen ambos..y ya esta..eso es!!...simplicidad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encerrarme a preparar cosas acompañado de mentes creativas y de una botella de lambrusco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tener amigos/as de edad dispares...muy dispares..para verte en ellos y sobretodo para compartir los momentos vitales distintos que tenemos cada uno a nivel personal....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplicidad?..bueno ya sabeis que igual ahora me complico un poco...llevo un rato escribiendo y olvide que para mi la simplicidad es un concepto  que estoy ahora empezando a dominar...jejeje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hasta aqui toca hoy....do-mi-sol-do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113337992047211696?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113337992047211696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113337992047211696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-83-simplicity_30.html' title='dia -83 simplicity'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113336746964614997</id><published>2005-11-30T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T08:17:49.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -82 Je ne se pas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo por saber sabría muchas cosas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero como no sé lo que tu sabes de mi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no sé si te gustaría saber más &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dejar de saber porque ya sabes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113336746964614997?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113336746964614997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113336746964614997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-82-je-ne-se-pas.html' title='dia -82 Je ne se pas'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113318635415507156</id><published>2005-11-28T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T06:00:14.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -81 "poe-reflexio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El desconeixement de les persones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sovint,es el pitjor dels mals entesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L'ignorancia de les reaccions alienes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es la ceguera de l'innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tecnologia capricciosa i entremaliada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que facilites o emboliques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no faras de mi un rencoros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;per que encara crec en la gent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sobretot tinc la fe de saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que cuan s'obren les motxilles dels viatgers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el cami es més placid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..sense embolics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;By Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113318635415507156?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113318635415507156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113318635415507156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-81-poe-reflexio.html' title='dia -81 &quot;poe-reflexio&quot;'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113307308682728111</id><published>2005-11-26T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:56:51.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -80 The devil in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/evil_off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/evil_off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mirant entre els calaixos,remenant les bosses cobertes de pols, he trobat un dels meus dimonis.Ara ja no existeix com a tal,actualment es un angel; La seva sortida de l'infern no va ser facil.La seva ánima segueix sent jove, innocent, eterna ,amb l'afegit de que ja ha trobat el seu lloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm the only one who's always left to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Take what you can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hurt is your only idea of a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;To break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I don't have that within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I'm not your prey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So I bite the hand that feeds me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When all you do is break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And put me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You put me in a cage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;All that I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A zoo animal that wants to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just get away, get away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be who you want me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's always the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;It's not easy to keep myself contained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sit back and relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;How can I when I'm going down in flames? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cause all you do is break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And put me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You put me in a cage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Get away get away get away get away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;All you do is break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And put me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You put me in a cage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I look in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Want to be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just want to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tenia uns 17 o 18 anys,recordo aquella tarda com a una de les més enriquidores que mai han passat per les meves orelles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hem vaig possar els auriculars, un dit va premer el play....aquell só era el que un dels recons emocionals mes cruus del meu interior necesitava escoltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Glaçat pero vibrant....amb gent al voltant però sol solet que per fi hem vas venir a veure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Peter meets Front 242&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113307308682728111?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113307308682728111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113307308682728111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-80-devil-in-me.html' title='dia -80 The devil in me'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113238183546420233</id><published>2005-11-18T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T23:06:04.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -79 Jack....the Knife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rera la cara innocent de les persones&lt;br /&gt;Ens aquells trets que menys ho mostren&lt;br /&gt;En aquell petit gest que no saps llegir&lt;br /&gt;Allà s'amaga Jack the Knife&lt;br /&gt;Vigila..... que no et clavi el ganivet per la l'esquena&lt;br /&gt;Els petits erros humans no estan de rebaixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113238183546420233?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113238183546420233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113238183546420233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-79-jackthe-knife.html' title='dia -79 Jack....the Knife'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113189972060763241</id><published>2005-11-13T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:27:56.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -78 Top of the mocs</title><content type='html'>En un rinxolador d'ulls marins es gronxa la lluna i jo com un babau m'enamoro del sol del piano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113189972060763241?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113189972060763241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113189972060763241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-78-top-of-mocs.html' title='dia -78 Top of the mocs'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113187888812200968</id><published>2005-11-13T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:49:22.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -77 Northern sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/aurora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/aurora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;br /&gt;I never saw moons knew&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;br /&gt;But now you're here&lt;br /&gt;Brighten my northern sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a long time that I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;Been a long that I'm blown&lt;br /&gt;I've been a long time that I've wandered&lt;br /&gt;Through the people I have known&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;br /&gt;Straighten my new mind's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me for my money&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me for my head&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me through the winter&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me 'til I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;br /&gt;Come blow your horn on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;br /&gt;I never saw moons&lt;br /&gt;knew the meaning of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;br /&gt;But now you're hereBrighten my northern sky&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/13577589-113187888812200968?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113187888812200968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113187888812200968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-77-northern-sky.html' title='dia -77 Northern sky'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113186777911703287</id><published>2005-11-12T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T08:32:26.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -76 Lamentable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hem sembla horroros el que es mostra en el seguent link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No hem puc creure que l'any 2005 encara passin coses aixi al mòn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crec que els heterosexuals i els homosexuals hem d'anar agafats de la mà perque coses aixi no es repeteixin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homanla.org/maqalat/Executions.html?FCode=UNVEI"&gt;http://www.homanla.org/maqalat/Executions.html?FCode=UNVEI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113186777911703287?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186777911703287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186777911703287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-76-lamentable.html' title='dia -76 Lamentable'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113186351470377385</id><published>2005-11-12T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:07:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -75 La vida dels petits somnnis (segueix bategant al meu cap)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;La vida dels petits somnis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s'amaga dins nostre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ens acompanya per fer-nos reneixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;La vida dels petits somnis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;s'alimenta d'il-lusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i mor cuan es fan reals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;La vida dels petits somnis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;curta però plena de  llagrimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113186351470377385?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186351470377385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186351470377385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-75-la-vida-dels-petits-somnnis.html' title='dia -75 La vida dels petits somnnis (segueix bategant al meu cap)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113186318861177879</id><published>2005-11-12T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:26:28.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -74 Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Hay cosas que pasan y ya esta. Pasan tan cerquita de nosotros que no somos capaces de darnos cuenta. Pero pasan. Hay cosas que están ahí. Que intentan pasar. Pero se quedan en nada porque no pasan y, sólo en ese caso nos damos cuenta de algo, que es nada. Hay cosas que pasan. Y cuando pasan nos preguntamos como hemos podido vivir sin ellas. Pero en realidad siempre debieron estar ahí"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No ho oblideu/No ho oblido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Original AIDIA by J.P&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/13577589-113186318861177879?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186318861177879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113186318861177879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-74-repeat.html' title='dia -74 Repeat'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113178413634566507</id><published>2005-11-11T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T00:28:56.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -73 Man in a shed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/nick209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/nick209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well there was a man who lived in a shed&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of his days out of his head&lt;br /&gt;For his shed was rotten let in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Said it was enough to drive any man insane&lt;br /&gt;When it rained&lt;br /&gt;He felt so bad&lt;br /&gt;When it snowed he felt just simply sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there was a girl who lived nearby&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he saw her he could only simply sigh&lt;br /&gt;But she lived in a house so very big and grand&lt;br /&gt;For him it seemed like some very distant land&lt;br /&gt;So when he called her&lt;br /&gt;His shed to mend,&lt;br /&gt;She said I'm sorry you'll just have to find&lt;br /&gt;a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this story is not so very new&lt;br /&gt;But the man is me, yes and the girl is you&lt;br /&gt;So leave your house come into my shed&lt;br /&gt;Please stop my world from raining&lt;br /&gt;through my head&lt;br /&gt;Please don't think I'm not your sort&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that sheds are&lt;br /&gt;nicer than you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113178413634566507?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113178413634566507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113178413634566507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-73-man-in-shed.html' title='dia -73 Man in a shed'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113125882743223526</id><published>2005-11-05T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:37:44.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -72 Despres de la translacio dels petits somnis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/rain%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/rain%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;rain comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;down hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;that's how i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;and i sing and i laugh, and i dance and i laugh, and i laugh and i laugh, and i can't seem to think where this is who i am,why i'm keeping this going,keep pouring it out,keep pouring it down,keeping it going,keep pouring it down,and the way the rain comes down hard...that's the way i feel inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113125882743223526?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113125882743223526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113125882743223526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-72-despres-de-la-translacio-dels.html' title='dia -72 Despres de la translacio dels petits somnis'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113118076885214419</id><published>2005-11-05T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T01:09:48.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -71 La vida dels petits somnis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Un cel ple d'estels, com fa molt que no veia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L'aire fred,amagant-se sota la meva roba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gats mirant les meves passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Una cançó que hem xiuxiueja que vol ser escoltada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;El somriure surt tot sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Les ametlles trencades i el xocolata desfet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Despertar-me sense son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L'arbre amb fulles de llaços de paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;La mel d'uns ulls que brillen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Si,la,la si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Perdut a la translació&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113118076885214419?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113118076885214419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113118076885214419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-71-la-vida-dels-petits-somnis.html' title='dia -71 La vida dels petits somnis'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113102750571317730</id><published>2005-11-03T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:19:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -70 Caminante no hay camino,se hace camino al andar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- ¿Me podrías indicar, por favor, hacia dónde tengo que ir desde aquí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- Eso depende de a dónde quieras llegar, -contestó el Gato-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- A mí no me importa demasiado a dónde..., -empezó a explicar Alicia-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- En ese caso, da igual a dónde vayas -interrumpió el Gato-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- ...siempre que llegue a alguna parte -terminó Alicia a modo de explicación-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;- ¡Oh! Siempre llegarás a alguna parte -dijo el Gato- si caminas lo bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lewis Carroll, Alicia en el País de las Maravillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Una abraçada a ANDY PHILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113102750571317730?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113102750571317730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113102750571317730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/11/dia-70-caminante-no-hay-caminose-hace.html' title='dia -70 Caminante no hay camino,se hace camino al andar'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113069007076323175</id><published>2005-10-30T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T08:34:30.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -69 Riure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Us tinc a tots tant a prop que no puc fer més que riure cuan hem veniu al cap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;L'amistat cuan es comparteix i s'acompanya de riures de manera habitual es un regal que no te preu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hem compartit entre tots molts moments diferents,però ahir va quedar clar que estem en les coses dolentes i les bones sense diferència..i el que sentim i compartim s'expressa en la facilitat que tenim per deixar anar les nostres rialles cuan estem tots plegats.....us estimo moltissim..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;By Peter Pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113069007076323175?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113069007076323175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113069007076323175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-69-riure.html' title='dia -69 Riure'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-113004555688910843</id><published>2005-10-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T22:36:02.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -68 Mentides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi ha una cosa que cada cop entenc menys,i potser es perquè la meva manera de veure l’arrel del que ara us explicaré te una base crec diferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En molt pocs dies de diferència han arribat a les meves oïdes les histories de dues persones que no ho estan passant massa bé per culpa de les mentides...mentides d’homes cassats.&lt;br /&gt;Amb aquesta reflexió només vull deixar una cosa clara: hi ha alguna cossa que falla oi? suposo que la societat esta arribant a un punt on els valors cada cops són menys necessaris i que s’estila molt més ser un bon actor o en el cas contrari ser un millor detectiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinc la sensació que aquest tipus de coses "se pierden en la noche de los tiempos"i que no es pas una novetat,però si de fet això ja fa temps que acompanya a una part de la societat...o revisem els valors generals o es seguiran produint aquestes situacions que a la llarga seguiran fent mal i marcant la vida de les persones que ho pateixen directa e indirectament....tot podria ser més fàcil no?.. amb una mica més de sinceritat,valentia i respecte pels demes les coses serien més boniques i fins i tot més divertides depenent del costat de la balança al que es mogués cadascú...això ja seria qüestió de gustos no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-113004555688910843?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113004555688910843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/113004555688910843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-68-mentides.html' title='dia -68 Mentides'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112878268595804271</id><published>2005-10-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:32:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -67  En referència al dia 63</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/MAR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/MAR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/MAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SENSE SER UNA CANÇO MEVA,Y EN EL CAMI D'INTENTAR FER ALGÚN DIA UNA BONA CANÇÒ,AQUESTA LLETRA MAI SORTIRÁ DE LES MEVES MANS,PERO LA VAIG SENTIR EN TOTA LA SEVA PROFUNDITAT FA NOMÉS UNS DIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hay cosas que pasan y ya esta.Pasan tan cerquita de nosotros que no somos capaces de darnos cuenta.Pero pasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hay cosas que están ahí.Que intentan pasar.Pero se quedan en nada porque no pasan y, sólo en ese caso nos damos cuenta de algo.Que es nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Como el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Quien me iva a decir a mi que estar "allí" en "ese" momento me iba a dar tanto.O nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sólo la ví.Y ya lo supe.Y aún sabiendolo hoy me pregunto que hubiera pasado si no hubiera estado.Si me hubiera quedado tan lejos como estaba.Como estaba horas antes de verla se entiende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Habia gente, música, pero estaba ella.Para ser degustada por las ansias de un "quiero abrazarte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Si, había más gente pero estuvo ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Y estuvo tan cerca de ser mía como lejos de prestarme algún tipo de atencion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pero estuvo... Y estuve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;El resto es historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hay cosas que pasan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Y cuando pasan nos preguntamos como hemos podido vivir sin ellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pero en realidad siempre debieron estar ahi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BY J.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112878268595804271?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112878268595804271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112878268595804271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-67-en-referncia-al-dia-63.html' title='dia -67  En referència al dia 63'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112861489681590324</id><published>2005-10-06T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:09:08.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -66 Tornado a Castelldefels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/castefa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/castefa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/castefa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/castefa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;No cal que digui massa coses, només que es el tornado de castelldefels fotografiat per un conegut d'un amic meu.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Chapo, sembla la fi del mòn no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;QUINA PASSADA DE FOTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112861489681590324?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112861489681590324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112861489681590324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-66-tornado-castelldefels.html' title='dia -66 Tornado a Castelldefels'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112823120711573306</id><published>2005-10-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:33:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -65 Reflexión matutina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L'altre dia parlva amb una amiga americana.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sense saber perque ens vam posar a filosofar sobre religió,i vam acabar parlant dels origens de la humanitat;Hem sobta molt com a l'any 2005 encara hi ha gent que creu en la divinitat del esser humà en comparació de la resta d'espècies que habita el planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ella defensa que la teoría de l'evolució de Darwin es mentida, tot i que li vaig recordar que per exemple som iguals als "Chimpances,goriles....." en un 99,9 % en el aspecte genètic;Diu que això no es prou argument per ella, que li sembla imposible que un esser que ella veu com a diví pugui estar evolucionat de cualsevols altre "espècie".....en fi que ens ha sortit creacionista la noia, i es més, l'arca de noe i moltes coses que surten a la biblia son veritat....coses que ara mateix hem costa recordar però que hem van sobtar molt...tot i això com es obvi respecto la seva opinió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Com a reacció a aquesta conversa vaig parlar amb un conegut que es un expert en les coses de la ment i l'ánima, i hem va comentar que pel que sembla l'administració Bush i gran part de la comunitat carca-conservadora americana esta fent el posible perqué desaparegui del seu sistema educatiu cualsevol referència a la teoria evolutiva de Darwin.....en fi, que ja tenim una cosa més que ens ajuda a entendre perque diantre aquell pais fa coses tant "extranyes" all around the world..... tenen una moralina tant doble i falsa que hem sobte que la gent no obri els ulls, encara que si ja els hi està bé, quines ganes de revelar-se d'entrada amb un mateix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cal respectar als altres això sobretot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bon dia, són les 7:32 del matí. Sóc a la radio, tenim en antena un programa de cultura popular catalana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Està enregistrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112823120711573306?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112823120711573306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112823120711573306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-65-reflexin-matutina.html' title='dia -65 Reflexión matutina'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112819902721063414</id><published>2005-10-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:37:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -64 The comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Avui després de gairebé 9 mesos he tornat a jugar un partit oficial de basket;Gràcies a tots els que heu estat al meu costat, física o espiritualment....sembla una tonteria,pero jugo a basket des dels 7 anys, i cada cop veig la fi més aprop, però gracies a no se que he superat un nou obstacle fisic, que vindria a ser el 3 important en els darres 6 anys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Lluny queda l'accident....si hem voleu venir a veure,ja ho sabeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Un somriure ben gros per tots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gràcies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112819902721063414?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112819902721063414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112819902721063414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/10/dia-64-comeback.html' title='dia -64 The comeback'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112802009754291223</id><published>2005-09-29T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:56:04.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -63 Flash-back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dimarts a les 19 h hem va passar una cosa que no m'esperava ni de conya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Qui diu que cuan sabem moltes coses deixem de ser inocents nens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Qui diu que hi ha sensacions que es molt dificil que les tornem a repetir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Qui diu que ja ho te tot vist a la vida per molts anys que tingui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jo dic que crec que el que hem va passar va ser veritat, si amb els dies descobreixo que no, hauré de començar a no a fer massa cas a la meva hiperactiva imaginació..... de moment!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Glu glu glu glu glu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112802009754291223?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112802009754291223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112802009754291223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-63-flash-back.html' title='dia -63 Flash-back'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112794770100087761</id><published>2005-09-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:48:21.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -62 smoke gets in your eyes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They asked me how I knew my true love was true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied"&lt;br /&gt;They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"When your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I *chaffed* them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet today my love has flown away, I am without my love&lt;br /&gt;Now laughing friends deride tears I cannot hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your  eyes"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smoke-gets-in-your-eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;(es només el fum? o som nosaltres?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112794770100087761?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794770100087761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794770100087761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-62-smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.html' title='dia -62 smoke gets in your eyes?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112794569310403950</id><published>2005-09-28T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:16:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -61 A lucky day in hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fa dies que busco i rebusco dins del bagúl de la meva memòria,i de fet tenia molt clar el que volia trobar;Ves per on quina sorpresa m'he endut cuan m'he n'he adonat que tenia per obrir un mòn molt més plè del que en un principi recordava..........plè de contes propis, alguns amb final feliç,d'altres sense final i la resta plens de gustos.....maduixa ácida,xocolate espessa,llet merengueda,peix salat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que bònic es veure que el cami que un fa, te una raó de ser....encara que ja se sap que no sempre trobem raons.....amb el temps moltes coses agafen sentit....tot te un perqué,una raó de ser...som afortunats de pasar un dia mes a l' infern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;petons a tots/es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112794569310403950?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794569310403950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794569310403950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-61-lucky-day-in-hell.html' title='dia -61 A lucky day in hell'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112794521558926125</id><published>2005-09-28T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:06:55.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -60 Great balls of........fire?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No escapes a silicone valley para desengrasar tu verguenza,aprende a mirarte sin el filtraje de los rayos catodicos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112794521558926125?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794521558926125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112794521558926125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-60-great-balls-offire.html' title='dia -60 Great balls of........fire?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112757587696481273</id><published>2005-09-24T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T03:58:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -59 The most Pete of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;o.Pastora -Archivo de palabras tristes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1.The jesus and mary chain -Reverence-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2.Mogul -Bin bag-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3.18 Wheeler -Crabs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4-Erik Arnaud -Comment je vis-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5-Olympic lifts -Evil rock ears-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;6-Les negresses vertes -Face a la les (massive attack remix)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;7-Electrafixion -Who's been sleeping in myhead-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;8-Klf -3am eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;9-Pastora -Perder el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112757587696481273?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112757587696481273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112757587696481273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-59-most-pete-of-week.html' title='dia -59 The most Pete of the week'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112754044304891509</id><published>2005-09-23T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:46:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -58 One Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;( la translació s'ha vist afectada per un segon -altre cop-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And for one second&lt;br /&gt;I lost my head&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;I wished that you were dead&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;you wish that you were here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Hold back the tears that could fall for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for one second&lt;br /&gt;I lost my breath&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;I cherish what you said&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;it seemed that I was here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Hold back the tears that could fall for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for one second&lt;br /&gt;I understand&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;my life was in your hands&lt;br /&gt;and for one second&lt;br /&gt;you wish that you were here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Hold back the tears that could fall for me, they fall alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112754044304891509?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112754044304891509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112754044304891509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-58-one-second.html' title='dia -58 One Second'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112754012370724705</id><published>2005-09-23T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T03:28:03.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -57 Pete-cabories</title><content type='html'>(en teoria estic perdut en la translació, però la inspiració necesita un post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Estic mig adormit, es molt d’hora, m’he llevat a dos quarts de sis del mati.&lt;br /&gt;Assegut davant de l’ordinador veig els minuts passar,són com petits grans de sorra que cauen apàticament dins d’un rellotge gegantí i sense fons;Tinc pessigolles als ulls,algú vol que els tanqui i aquí estic intentant que no ho aconsegueixi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M’aixeco, i hem passejo per la foscor de principi del dia, intentant buscar no se que.&lt;br /&gt;Entro a la cuina, la caixa de cereals es gairebé buida, però encara n’hi ha prou com per mig omplir una tassa,agafo el sucre deixo caure dues cullerades i abans de posar la llet tinc la sensació de que tot el que faig passa a càmera lenta;Cau la llet,gairebé no encerto a que ho faci dins de la tassa,hem sento una mica ruc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suposo que ara mateix deuen haver més persones al món que noten aquesta mateixa sensació al cos,el que ja no tinc tant clar es que aquesta profunda desídia cerebral sigui normal, encara que ja no sé que es o no normal;Es com si el meu cap tingués dos motors diferents que funcionen al mateix moment i que comparteixen algunes peces del meu engranatge mental;Un motor vol fer coses i l’altre les vol aturar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M’assec,rellegeixo el que vaig començar a escriure ahir i hem sento descol·locat,sóc incapaç de trobar paraules que encaixin amb les que ja tinc, sento com si jo no fos la mateixa persona que la que va trobar l’ inspiració fa unes hores,o es que potser vaig ser jo el trobat per l’ inspiració?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les vegades que quan m’assec a escriure trobo oberta la finestra de l’ inspiració provo de retenir al cap com he passat el dia,el que m’ha pogut estimular, però fa temps que sempre arribo a la mateixa conclusió, la creativitat que m’omple es regeix per una matemàtica logarítmica que encara no he aconseguit desxifrar, he trobat aproximacions ,formules i els elements que potser l'expliquen en certa manera llògica,però de moment només sé que no se res del cert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;By pete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112754012370724705?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112754012370724705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112754012370724705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-57-pete-cabories.html' title='dia -57 Pete-cabories'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112750115822259925</id><published>2005-09-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T11:45:58.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -56</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOST IN TRANSLATION for a litlle while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112750115822259925?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112750115822259925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112750115822259925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-56.html' title='dia -56'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112747336796330379</id><published>2005-09-23T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T04:03:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -55 La visio trascendental de la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When im dead there'll be no flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When im dead there'll be no candels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When im dead there'll be no tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I bet there'll be laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll bet you'll have a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Put me in a bin bag and leave me with the rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112747336796330379?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112747336796330379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112747336796330379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-55-la-visio-trascendental-de-la.html' title='dia -55 La visio trascendental de la vida'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112703025042699915</id><published>2005-09-18T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:57:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -54 Clara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/clara%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/clara%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Un altre regal des de Méxic, gràcies Clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hi ha xispetes que parlen des de els ulls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112703025042699915?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112703025042699915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112703025042699915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-54-clara.html' title='dia -54 Clara'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112702943570913725</id><published>2005-09-18T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:50:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -53 WHISKEY by Jay-Jay Johanson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/jay%20jay%20johanson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/jay%20jay%20johanson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Avui es un dia plujós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;L'olor d'estiu cada cops es més inperceptible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Veig melàngia allà on miro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hem sento un romàntic de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Recordo cuan he ofegat les penes en un got de vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Penso en les tardes de tardor cuan era un nen i mirava al carrer rera el vidre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Avui es un dia plujós&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquest es un disc que hem transmet unes sensacions molt especials,un treball ple de les frases que he escrit aqui dalt;Jay-Jay Johansson va debutar l any 1996 amb aquest cd i en aquell moment hem va fer sentir aixi, recordo el seu Whisky com un dels pocs discs que resumeixen a la perfecció una frase que sento molt meva "happy to be sad"............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mai ha tornat a fer cançons com aquestes,però de fet no cal repetir el que és únic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112702943570913725?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112702943570913725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112702943570913725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-53-whiskey-by-jay-jay-johanson.html' title='dia -53 WHISKEY by Jay-Jay Johanson'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112699032291553401</id><published>2005-09-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:51:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -52 y que pasa si soy del monton?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;y qué pasa si soy del montón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si no me gusta fardar de barrigón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si en las discos no destaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si en el metro se me cuelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si por mas que me peino la cresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;se me ven las entradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ni guapo ni feo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ni gordo ni flaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;soy un gran freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ay de mi,las cosas más raras siempre salen de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no me digas, no me digas que hoy te has fijao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;después de las tardes que he pasao a tu lao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no me digas que hoy me ves especial "supersensual"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;llevo gafas de pasta y no estoy de rebajas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;y que pasa si soy del montón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si siempre salgo con mi caparazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si en los bailes siempre piso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si en la rambla me despisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;si con un par de vodkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cuento los más intimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ni subo ni bajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ni pierdo ni gano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ni llego hasta el fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ay de mi,si cambiara mi suerte que seria de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by dolo pastora, adapted by peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112699032291553401?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112699032291553401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112699032291553401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-52-y-que-pasa-si-soy-del-monton.html' title='dia -52 y que pasa si soy del monton?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112694604417651609</id><published>2005-09-17T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:35:41.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -51 Jusitify?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;is the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Whose pleasures&lt;/span&gt; depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;On the&lt;/span&gt; permission &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;of another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;busca en el format webdings de text per trovar la traducció&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112694604417651609?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112694604417651609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112694604417651609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-51-jusitify.html' title='dia -51 Jusitify?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112694166658934799</id><published>2005-09-17T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:21:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -50 Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Un dia ja fa temps vaig esciure això.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Jo hi ha dies que quan hem llevo tinc pessigolles….si, si.. però en un sentit mes ampli del que la gent entén com a pessigolles…sense entendre el perquè hem desperto i tinc la sensació de que el dia que esta començant tindrà un aire, un color i uns moments amb un gust concrets...saps? el mes fotut d’ això es que les opcions per les quals es mouen tot aquest cúmul de sensacions premonitòries d’ un dia que esta encara per venir acostumen a ser de tendència blanca o negre ....be això era mes aviat abans...abans vol dir fins fa uns mesos.... un dia, sense adonar-me gairebé i òbviament no va ser un regal dels deus, vaig veure que entre el xocolata blanc i el xocolata negre hi ha una gran gamma de textures i gustos.......òbviament no es el mateix una peça de xocolata del 90% pur que  una del 75% o que una del 35 %....i si la sensació que et deixa al paladar la de 75% et resulta ja una mica difícil de tolerar imaginat el que pot suposar una del 90%, i més tenint en compte que el gust mes o menys ideal en aquest supòsit es el 35 % (cada freakie te un grau de cacau que es el que mes li agrada) .... un dia vaig descobrir desprès de portar molts dies amb una sobredosis de cacau pur, que una peça de xoco negre del 90% es més digerible o es similar al que sents al menjar la de 75 % si la cruspeixes amb una galeta o amb un tros de pa (jo soc molt panarra).... el que es cert també es que la formula no es infal·lible, però  per això hi ha més elements que s’ han d’ anar incorporant en lloc del pa o de la galeta....que no es fàcil??...ja ho se, jo encara tinc dies que buscant mil possibles coses amb les que  pintar el dia de blanc el segueixo veient negre, però només pel fet d’ haver intentat aconseguir aquest element que canvií una mica la meva realitat el dia ja se m’ ha passat una mica mes ràpid i potser ha estat una mica menys fosc del que en un principi pressentia que havia de ser.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112694166658934799?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112694166658934799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112694166658934799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-50-chocolate.html' title='dia -50 Chocolate'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112679745555019610</id><published>2005-09-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T00:47:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -49 Somiant despert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/single_nocturnecoffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/single_nocturnecoffer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aquest es la portada del primer single que estem a punt de publicar els del grup "CHERUBIC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Es bonic somiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A punt pot ser un terme molt ampli....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Besos VIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112679745555019610?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112679745555019610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112679745555019610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-49-somiant-despert.html' title='dia -49 Somiant despert'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112679471570126422</id><published>2005-09-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T07:32:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -48 Blue and Sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/txell%20i%20august.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/txell%20i%20august.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahir dia 14 a les 21h al jamboree la Txell Sust i l'August Therrats trio hem van donar tot el seu BLUES i hem van transmetre molta magia...i encara no he comentat que la detonant d'aquest regal va ser la Lo, una personeta plena de molta més magia tb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jo soc&lt;/span&gt; BLUE AND SENTIMENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112679471570126422?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112679471570126422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112679471570126422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-48-blue-and-sentimental.html' title='dia -48 Blue and Sentimental'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112670376722368273</id><published>2005-09-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T06:16:07.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -47 I LIKE IT  (part 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M'agrada emocionar-me amb les melodies que surten de la veu de la Sharleene Spiteri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112670376722368273?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112663472679179747?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663472679179747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663472679179747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-46-i-like-it-part-3.html' title='dia -46 I LIKE IT (part 3)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112663339271714827</id><published>2005-09-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:43:12.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -45 I LIKE IT (part 2)</title><content type='html'>M'agrada anar al port i compartir el meu lloc amb vistes amb algu que sap gaudir del moment amb la seva nuessa interior&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112663339271714827?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663339271714827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663339271714827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-45-i-like-it-part-2.html' title='dia -45 I LIKE IT (part 2)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112663168127491502</id><published>2005-09-13T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:14:41.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -44 I LIKE IT (part1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;M'agrada mirar per la finestra del tren com les gotes de la pluja es mouen a gran velocitat sobre la superficie del vidre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112663168127491502?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663168127491502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112663168127491502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-44-i-like-it-part1.html' title='dia -44 I LIKE IT (part1)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112641742778385342</id><published>2005-09-10T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T22:48:02.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -43 El final de la meitat de l'estiu de la meva vida</title><content type='html'>A les 05:35 sona el despertador, com ho farà el 99% dels diumenges de l' any,&lt;br /&gt;just en aquest moment deixo de NO somiar conscientment.&lt;br /&gt;A les 6:15 ,pujo al tren i ho he fet gràcies a que el despertador ha sonat a les 05:30,a més a mes he tingut temps per esmorzar,vestirme ,gravar un cd pel trajecte i possar-me col-liri als ulls.&lt;br /&gt;A les 7 menys 5 minuts he passat la tarja per fitxar,i a les 7 en punt he apretat el play per començar l'informatiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa una estona, he recordat que aviat arrivaré als 30 anys,i que hauré consumit la meitat de l'estiu de la meva vida, partint de la base que la vida poden ser 80 anys amb una mica de sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot pensant m'ha entrat una sensació de compromís amb mi mateix, un compromís que comença avui dia 11 de setembre, dia que els catalans celebrem una derrota per no oblidar les nostres arrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un compromís es una forma d'obligar-me a mi mateix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem queda un any,son molts dies sobre el paper;Res comparat amb l' eternitat de buidor que ens espera i ens condemna a tots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 dies per descobrir si el meu petit pais es realment el limit fronterer en el que hem sentiré cobard o si realment sóc un ciutadà del mòn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 dies per decidir si la radio es la meva vida tancat en un estudi o un munt de dials que de moment només he pogut sintonitzar en ones herzianes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 dies per decidir si vull seguir descobrint el teatre dins d'una máquina de fer diners que no m'emriquira a mi, que hem tindra hores devant d'un ordinador donant forma i context a les fantasies d'altres o bé 365 dies per descobrir els papers diferents i reals que hi ha al mòn i que no interpreten sinó que senten gents d'altres cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 dies per decidir si el futur músic que porto a dins seguirà formant-se en les bases de l'estudi o en les vivéncies del carrer o de l'habitació d'algú que voldrà compartir moments sonors.Querubic sóc un Querubic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 dies per decidir si ja no vull obrir mai més el tresor dels meus bategs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El primer any de la segona meitat de l'estiu de la meva vida està a punt de començar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gràcies Fat Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112641742778385342?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112641742778385342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112641742778385342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-43-el-final-de-la-meitat-de-lestiu.html' title='dia -43 El final de la meitat de l&apos;estiu de la meva vida'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112634139808199969</id><published>2005-09-10T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:37:30.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -42 Verguenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UN DIA QUISE DESPERTAR&lt;br /&gt;I LA IDEA&lt;br /&gt;ME EMPEZO A ASUSTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE TENDRE YO DENTRO DE MI&lt;br /&gt;QUE COSAS ME PONDRE A BUSCAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VA Y ME ENCONTRE&lt;br /&gt;CON LA VERGÜENZA&lt;br /&gt;Y ME EMPEZE A SONROJAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSQUE POR TODOS LOS RINCONES&lt;br /&gt;I NO ME SUPE MAQUILLAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTONCES APARECISTES TU&lt;br /&gt;CON LA SONRISA EN LA CARA&lt;br /&gt;REPARTIENDO CARCAJADAS&lt;br /&gt;RIENDOTE DE MIS CHORRADAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by peter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112634139808199969?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112634139808199969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112634139808199969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-42-verguenza.html' title='dia -42 Verguenza'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112611629825312639</id><published>2005-09-07T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:37:44.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -41 Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/smile.jpg" 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/13577589-112611629825312639?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112611629825312639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112611629825312639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-41-smile.html' title='dia -41 Smile'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112603807976912368</id><published>2005-09-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T13:24:10.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -40 La estátua del jardín botánico</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estic en el meu petit refugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un día más me quedaré sentado aquí&lt;br /&gt;en la penumbra de un jardín tan extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Cae la tarde y me olvidé otra vez&lt;br /&gt;de tomar una determinación.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando un eclipse me quedaré.&lt;br /&gt;Persiguiendo un enigma&lt;br /&gt;al compás de las horas.&lt;br /&gt;Dibujando una elipse me quedaré&lt;br /&gt;entre el sol y mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Junto al estanque me atrapó la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;escuchando el lenguaje de las plantas.&lt;br /&gt;Y he aprendido a esperar sin razón.&lt;br /&gt;Soy metálico en el Jardín Botánico.&lt;br /&gt;Con mi pensamiento sigo el movimiento&lt;br /&gt;de los peces en el agua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;By S.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112603807976912368?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112603807976912368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112603807976912368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-40-la-esttua-del-jardn-botnico.html' title='dia -40 La estátua del jardín botánico'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112586013776081523</id><published>2005-09-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T11:59:12.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -39  Coco nos ensenya hoy el numero  2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/lullaby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/lullaby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos caps de setmana malalto....ja es casualitat no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tandem format per andy and the maker haurà d'esperar per gaudir d'aquelles nits plenes de la magia contagiosa que tots dos crean.(dues setmanes perdudes o millor dues setmanes guardades amb més ganes encara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diuen que allò d'ensopegar dos cops amb la mateixa pedra es tant antic com l'eser humà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulls marrons cuants dies has estat plorant? espero que no caiguis altre cop al mateix parany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les persones tenen dues cares, i suposo que haurien de saber que no es pot jugar amb els altres fent servir la que ens vingui en gana en cada moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un peto a tots o millor 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112586013776081523?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112586013776081523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112586013776081523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-39-coco-nos-ensenya-hoy-el-numero.html' title='dia -39  Coco nos ensenya hoy el numero  2'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112560739026472357</id><published>2005-09-01T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:43:10.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -38 Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aquesta tarda al sortir, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t'has pintat d'un vermell ple de timidessa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;d'un verd amb ganes de viure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i d'un marrò tremolos  que imagino amb gust de xocolata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Veus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;pots&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pintar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;teva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;propia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112560739026472357?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112560739026472357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112560739026472357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-38-kiss.html' title='dia -38 Kiss'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112558292406562714</id><published>2005-09-01T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T06:55:24.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -37 Depeche Mode al "tete a tete"</title><content type='html'>El proper dissabte dia 03-09-05 a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tete a tete amb Depeche mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(23:05h al 91.o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Route 66 (b-side behind the wheel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enjoy the silence (live word violator tour)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Personal jesus (acoustic version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dangerous (b-side personal jesus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happiest  girl -jack mix- (b-side world in my eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sea of sin -tonal mix - (b-side world in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My joy -slow slide mix- (b-side walking in my  shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Headstar (b-side only when i lose myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Television set (live 1980 previously unreleased)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Enjoy the silence (world violator backing tapes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112558292406562714?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112558292406562714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112558292406562714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-37-depeche-mode-al-tete-tete.html' title='dia -37 Depeche Mode al &quot;tete a tete&quot;'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112557629041059486</id><published>2005-09-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:05:43.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -36 Fora de series</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Im sad.....estic trist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fa molt que no gaudia tant de la radio..tot i anar de cul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He recuperat aquells moments d improvitazació màgica,aquell talent boig que no hem pertany a mi però que algú me l'ha estat cedint a estones en forrma de rampells radiofónics...no se qui ets, no se com t'ho fas, no se pq hem regalas aquesta virtud teva cuant a tú et dona la gana...t'ho agraeixo, pero m'agradaria saber que he de fer per poder tenir el carmel sempre als llavis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gràcies Marta,Dario i Marc (l'ordre dels factors no altera el producte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;El Dj Mut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112557629041059486?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112557629041059486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112557629041059486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/09/dia-36-fora-de-series.html' title='dia -36 Fora de series'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112439747776514990</id><published>2005-08-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T13:39:11.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -35 Coexist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/DSC01762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/DSC01762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                       &lt;strong&gt;COEXIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112439747776514990?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112439747776514990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112439747776514990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-35-coexist.html' title='dia -35 Coexist'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112426272332691733</id><published>2005-08-16T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:12:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -34 Wispering a melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/solla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/solla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures by Solveige Rolfsdottir (thanks Solla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Es la vida una melodia agre-dolça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Trying to make ends meet , you're a slave to the money then you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet , yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I'm a million different people from one day to the next... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well I never pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But tonight I'm on my knees, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I need to hear some sounds that recognise the pain in me, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind , I feel free now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;but I'm here in my mold , I am here in my mold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I'm a million different people from one day to the next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Well have you ever been down?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(I can't change, I can't change...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cos' it's a bittersweet symphony this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Trying to make ends meet, trying to find some money then you die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;You know I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;but I'm here in my mold, I am here in my mold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I'm a million different people from one day to the next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I can't change my mold, no,no,no,no,no,no,no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;By R.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112426272332691733?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112426272332691733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112426272332691733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-34-wispering-melody.html' title='dia -34 Wispering a melody'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112409851571088522</id><published>2005-08-15T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T02:38:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -33 El meu "espai" interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/galaxy%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/galaxy%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;M'agrada pensar, fer-me preguntes i buscar respostes.&lt;br /&gt;Sovint no entenc moltes coses que formen part del meu espai, es meu però sento que no el domino jo, sento que el tinc otorgat dins meu però que he de buscar la clau perduda que m'oferira la posibilitat d' obrir les portes que jo vulgui, cuan vulgui i com vulgui.&lt;br /&gt;Tot pensant, llegint he obert una finestra llògica dins meu, aquesta explica una idea global pero segueix sense desfer l'entremat que m'inquieta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partim de la base que jo com a persona soc un univers, i dins meu hi ha milers de galaxies;Algunes ara es troben molt lluny, van formar part del meu pla present en un passat no massa llunyà, van ser estructures que hem sostenien a molts nivells, però sempre desde dins;Hi ha mes galaxies, les que ara són el meu present, van estar molt lluny, i poc a poc les he anat veient mes clares, fins que s'han establert en el meu present, eren unes desconegudes en el seu dia,com totes les que van formar part del meu big-bang, però ara són la part del meu univers que entenc i que reconec com a propi avui dia 15 d'agost de 2005;Això no vol dir que les galaxies ja passades no siguin propies, elles són part de mi però s'han diluit, s'han desintegrat o més ben dit, han passat a formar part de les galaxies presents.&lt;br /&gt;Per acabar parlaré de les galaxies llunyanes, aquelles que estan conglomerades, que no s'han expandit, però que noto que hi son, en un munt de densitat interna que hem resulta imposible de desxifrar fora d'un petit comptagotes.&lt;br /&gt;Potser els dilemes, les preguntes, les inquietuds que visc son consecuéncia de les llums que intueixo timidament en aquestes galaxies llunyanes, unes guspires luminiques o de materia que es van colant dins les meves galaxies presents i que creen alteracions en la seva fràgil normalitat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112409851571088522?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112409851571088522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112409851571088522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-33-el-meu-espai-interior.html' title='dia -33 El meu &quot;espai&quot; interior'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112379613977548455</id><published>2005-08-11T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T14:37:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -32 I still haven't found what im looking for ( bcn 07/08/05)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/Bono%20eleva%20bra??os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/400/Bono%20eleva%20bra%3F%3Fos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have climbed highest mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have run through the fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Only to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Only to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have crawled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have scaled these city walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;These city walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Only to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have kissed honey lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Felt the healing in her fingertips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It burned like fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This burning desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have spoke with the tongue of angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have held the hand of a devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was warm in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was cold as a stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I believe in the kingdom come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then all the colors will bleed into one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bleed into one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, yes I'm still running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You broke the bonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And you loosed the chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carried the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of my shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know I believed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pero tú has estat la més propera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112379613977548455?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112379613977548455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112379613977548455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-32-i-still-havent-found-what-im.html' title='dia -32 I still haven&apos;t found what im looking for ( bcn 07/08/05)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112378491078034636</id><published>2005-08-11T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:28:30.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -31 U2 &amp; Peter Pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dissabte dia 13 a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COM&lt;/span&gt;radio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TETE A TETE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"U2 Live 2005"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Programat dedicat a recordar alguns dels temes que han sonat a la seva gira per la peninsula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112378491078034636?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112378491078034636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112378491078034636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-31-u2-peter-pan.html' title='dia -31 U2 &amp; Peter Pan'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112316208886151762</id><published>2005-08-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T06:30:25.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -30 Stars "Your ex-lover is dead"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/set%20yourself1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/set%20yourself1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/set%20yourself.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is nothing left to burn&lt;br /&gt;You have to set yourself on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God that was strange to see you again&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by a friend of a friend&lt;br /&gt;Smiled and said "yes I think we've met before"&lt;br /&gt;In that instant it started to pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured a taxi despite all the rain&lt;br /&gt;We drove in silence across Pont Champlain&lt;br /&gt;And all of that time you thought I was sad&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remember your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin&lt;br /&gt;You tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;And now you're outside me you see all the beaut&lt;br /&gt;Repent all your sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing but time and a face that you'll lose&lt;br /&gt;I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you a postcard, I'll send you the news&lt;br /&gt;From the house down the road, from real love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;Live through this and you won't look back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I have to say so I'll be brave&lt;br /&gt;You were what I wanted, I gave what I gave&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry I met you&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry it's over&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112316208886151762?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112316208886151762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112316208886151762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-30-stars-your-ex-lover-is-dead.html' title='dia -30 Stars &quot;Your ex-lover is dead&quot;'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112314633575387885</id><published>2005-08-04T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T02:15:01.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -29 Clara Clareta la reportera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/IMG_14161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/IMG_14161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Us presento a la Clara,una personeta fantàstica que ha marxat a Mexic a realitzar unes tasques meravelloses....ella es la veu dels que no en tenen ,aqui teniu fragments del que ens expica des d'allà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...Hola!!!Despres d'una setmana al caracol de Morelia vam tornar a san cristobal de las casas. La setmana a Morelia ens ha servit per tenir el primer contacte amb el mon zapatista i per veure com viuen i com s'organitzen els diferents municipis autonoms i els caracols. La veritat es que va ser molt interessant ja que fins i tot ens vam poder entrevistar amb les juntas, sense camera pero! els hi vam passar unes preguntes i al cap de dos dies ens vam rebre, eren unes 15 persones homes i dones i cada un s'havia preparat la resposta de les diferents preguntes. Fins i tot les dones que no parlen castella ho van fer amb la seva llengua indigena amb l'ajuda d'un traductor. Va ser molt interessant perque a cada resposta ens deixaven fer mes preguntes aixi que vam aprendre moltes coses sobre la seva autonomia, els seus projectes d'educacio, salut, justicia, terra, etc. Es molt interessant el que aquesta gent esta fent ja que &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;el Govern mexica el que vol es anular els indigenes i que es converteixin nomes en reclams turistics a les ciutats turistiques venen les tipiques robes i objectes mexicans&lt;/span&gt;. Els zapatistes s'organitzen sense l'ajuda del mal Govern i ho fan amb les seves juntes, les seves bases de apoyo, els seus municipis, etc. A mes despres de passar uns dies a morelia ens vam fer amics de diferents insurgents que quan veuen que portes dies alla t'agafen confiança i et comencen a explicar coses de la seva revolucio, la seva lluita i els seus objectius.Després de morelia vam tornar a san cristobal de las casas per fer la nostra primera cronica per catalunya radio que no sabem quan sortira perque la comunicacio es fatal i a mes les set hores de diferencia encara ho fan pitjor. Dema hi trucarem. I be, jo em vaig quedar uns dies mes ja que algun menjar en mal estat o be l'aigua no potable va fer qua agafes una infeccio per amibes (cosa molt comu entre els estrangers que venim aqui), la gemma va tornar al caracol de morelia amb el roger, un noi del col.lectiu zapatista de barcelona que hem conegut aqui i que s'ha convertit en un nou company de viatge. Jo em vaig quedar a la seva habitacio, ja que ell esta a casa d'un amic seu que va coneixer fa dos anys aqui, el Donato, un noi italia molt interessant amb el que he fet gran amistat. Diuen que no hay mal que por bien no venga, doncs la meva infeccio m'ha donat la oportunitat de poder compartir 4 dies amb ell, de compartir grans passejades pels barris de san cristobal i de compartir converses molt interessant. Ell ha viatjat per tot el mon i ha viscut a mil llocs , i ja em coneixeu... gent com ell m'aporten moltes coses i augmenten les meves ganes de coneixer mon! la veritat es que he apres moltes coses amb ell! i el que mes estic aprenent es a enamorar-me d'aquest pais i de la vida!Dimecres passat vaig marxar de san cristobal per reunir-me amb la gemma i el roger i anar a coneixer un dels municipis autonoms que depenen del caracol de morelia. Cada caracol representa diferents municipis autonoms i treballen per millorar-los i cubrir les seves necessitats. De fet, les juntas del buen gobierno que canvien cada setmana estan formades per unes 15 persones que representen tots els municipis. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aqui quan arribes a territori rebel hi ha un cartell que diu: "Esta usted en territorio zapatista, aqui el pueblo manda y el gobierno obedece",&lt;/span&gt; cosa que es com hauria de ser a tot arreu, ja que nosaltres paguem als governs perque treballin per nosaltres i no per engrandir les seves butxaques que es el que fan tots, d'esquerra o de dretes, tots funcionen igual.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Aqui les juntas estan pensades perque ningu en tregui benefici individual i el poder es pugui prostituir en mans de nomes una persona i els seus compinxes. Cada setmana tots els pobles deicideixen uns representats que treballen durant una setmana, i a la setmana tornen a casa seva i una junta nova viu al caracol per una setmana. Per aixo ningu en treu un unic profit ni ningu en surt beneficiat, el poder no es pot prostituir si nomes dura una setmana, cosa que no passa als mals governs on durant quatre anys el que mes fan es engreixar-se les butxaques i treballar mes aviat poc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Nosaltres vam anar fins al municipi d'Olga Isabel que depen de morelia perque van rebre una amenaça paramilitar de cremar el poble, com que no hi hvia ningu en els campaments civils per la pau vam deicidr anar-hi ja que la nostra presencia internacional disminueix la possibilitat que l'amenaça es cumpleixi. Vam arribar dimecres i com sempre els compas ens van rebre amb la hospitalitat que els caracteritza. A mes com que alguns havien format part de las juntas de la nostra primera setmana a morelia vam retrobar amic compas. Quan vam arribar vam acondicionar la nostra cabanya ja que feia mesos que alla no hi havia ningu i estava en molt mal estat: el terra ple de fang, un forat al mig, puces i un rusc d'abelles que es va convertir en el nostre company de cabanya. Amb l'ajuda d'un compa vam trobar dues banquetes petites i una tables de fusta que van posar a sobre les banquetes i ens vam montar un llit pels tres genial! els compas com sempre ens van oferir el poc que tenen, frijol, tortilla i cafe, i les seves agradables converses i rialles. A mes de classes de tzetzal! cada dia aprenc mes paraules amb tzetzal! cosa que provoca rialles entre grans i petits per la meva mala pronunciacio! ehh pero tambe ells s'interessen pel catala i alguns ja saben dir alguna paraula&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!!La nostra funció a olga isabel amb l'amenaça paramilitar era fer guardia a l'entrada del municipi perque els paramilitars veiessin que hi ha presencia internacional. Els compas estaven bastant intranquils perque sempre compleixen les amenaces, hi havia tensio tot i que en cap moment em vaig arribar a preocupar. Si hi ha presencia internacional estem segurs, el govern no fara res pq hi ha ulls que ho veuen i passen informes i d'aqui un any hi ha eleccions i el Fox no s'arriscaria a fer algo aixi. ELes amenaces les fan per espantar-los, ells viuen en constant amenaça tot i que la cosa es converteix en mes preocupant quan els paramilitars posen una data concreta com en aquest cas. Nosaltres feiem guardies apuntant els carros i furgons militars i policials que passaven per davant del municipi, el numero de cotxe, l'hora i la direccio i despres hem de passar un informe a la junta de morelia perque vegin que es normal i que no. Durant el dia estavem tots 3 mes una noia italiana que estava alla tb, la Sol. I a la nit feiem torns de guardia de dos en dos de dues hores i mitja. La veritat que durillo pel tema son, pero aburrit perque gracies a deu no va passar res, aixi que milllor que pugui dir que va ser aburrit! l'amenaça nos es va complir.&lt;/span&gt; Ahir vam marxar de olga isabel, pero hi tornarem segur. Vam arribar a san cristobal i hi estarem uns dies, estem a casa del Donato que ens ha acullit a casa seva. Ahir tb van arribar dues noies de valencia amigues d'ells que avui han marxat a morelia i amb les que ens retrobarem el dia 8 d'agost perque es celebra la festa de la creacio dels caracols i hi ha festa gran als caracols amb tots els municipis, guateques amb ball! ja tenim balls aparaulats i tot! pot ser molt divertit! Es increible aquesta gent com viuen i el que poden arribar a explicar. En aquest pais hi ha esperances de canvi, d'un mon diferents on el govern no oprimeixi al poble i no vulgui eliminar la cultura indigena. El govern vol erradicar els indigenes i que aquests es converteixin en simples reclams turistics en les ciutats turistiques perque els turistes que venen aqui i no coneixen la realitat del pais puguin comprar artesania i robes mexicanes i fer la foto dels indigines. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Els zapatistes lluiten perque la seva historia no s'acabi i perque puguin viure sense l'amenaça diaria dels paramiltiars que volen robar les seves terres&lt;/span&gt;. Es fantastic parlar amb ells perque t'expliquen tot el que han fet.Una altra novetat important es que el nostre retrobament s'allargara un temps mes, ja que he decidit allargar aquest viatge fins a finals d'octubre principis de novembre. Estic aprenent moltisim i la veritat es que sento que he d'aprofitar al maxim aquesta experiencia, fa molts anys que campo sense saber molt be que vull fer i aqui estic trobant moltes respostes i moltes ganes de viure i de fer el que jo realment vull fer, explicar la veritat de la realitat d'un pais, veure-ho amb els meus ulls, parlar amb els protagonistes i sobretot explciar-ho perque la seva causa arribi a mes persones. Aqui estic molt be, estic trobant-me a mi mateixa cosa que em feia força falta i el meu cor s'esta enamorant de xiapes, de la seva gent, de la seva olor, del seu color, de la seva historia.... vull aprofitar al maixm la oportunitat que m'ha donat la vida d'estar aqui i treure'n el maxim de les coses que ha posat la vida perque les poguem gaudir.Aquesta setmana tornarem a caracols pero aquest cop al caracol de la Garrutxa per coneixer com funciona aquest i poder visitar la seva clinica i les escoles ja que alla hi ha educadors que ensenyen les llengues indigenes. ja us anire explicant....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Clareta un petò enorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112314633575387885?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112314633575387885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112314633575387885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/08/dia-29-clara-clareta-la-reportera.html' title='dia -29 Clara Clareta la reportera'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112278428458207434</id><published>2005-07-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T21:40:41.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -28 Unconsciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/1600/hellraisercc_1853_124885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3113/1199/320/hellraisercc_1853_124885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Imagino  la consciència com el sol que il-lumina el meu costat fosc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112278428458207434?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112278428458207434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112278428458207434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-28-unconsciousness.html' title='dia -28 Unconsciousness'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112270267837352085</id><published>2005-07-29T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:51:18.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -27 You Surround me</title><content type='html'>Avui dissabte dia 30 a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COM&lt;/span&gt;radio de les 23 a les 24...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TETE A TETE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especial &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ERASURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112270267837352085?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112270267837352085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112270267837352085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-27-you-surround-me.html' title='dia -27 You Surround me'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112258336783528822</id><published>2005-07-28T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:47:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia  -26 Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Avui ha estat un d'aquells dies en que escoltant-me a mi mateix he entès moltes més coses del món que m'envolta;Un mòn on hi ha centenars de ritmes i de melodies.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;La valentia del Terry, la timidessa protectora de la meva Camats,la no rencunia de la Fred,l' honestedat de l'andreu,l' increible font de sentiment que hi ha dins del mòn i de l' imaginari de la V, la sensibilitat de la petitona gran Isa, l'inquietud creativa de l'Ireneu, la solidaritat sentidament profunda de la Martina, el desitg màgic de reneixer  que viu dins de la Núria.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Tot aixo ho he vist en només un dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gràcies a tots!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lucy &amp;amp; mike gràcies al vostre mòn...... que es el meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112258336783528822?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112258336783528822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112258336783528822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-26-thank-you.html' title='dia  -26 Thank you'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112218679149095046</id><published>2005-07-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:33:11.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -25 Carpe diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"La juventud, que no pertenece a ninguna fe, se cree inmortal. Y mientras así lo piense, hay que aprovecharla con egoísmo y depirsa, porque como la rosa, sólo dura lo que su aroma dure. Perdura y vive pues con pasión la rosa, que ya habrá tiempo para la dura y madura realidad de la flor de loto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rellotge fill de puta ...............el temps que t'has menjat!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112218679149095046?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112218679149095046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112218679149095046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-25-carpe-diem.html' title='dia -25 Carpe diem'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112218643429294778</id><published>2005-07-23T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:29:14.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -24 Celeste amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"El amor tiene infinitas formas y a través de todas se da.Pero aunque en apariencia diferentes, todas absolutamente todas conviven en una, sola, misma y única naturaleza que las hace igual de dignas. Bendice pues al amor, allá, dónde ,cuándo y cómo se te entregue, porque siempre lo hará con naturalidad. Así pues.... ¿Quien eres tú, mortal de mierda, para cuestionar los privilegios que da un &lt;em&gt;dios&lt;/em&gt;? ¿Quién eres tú, mortal de mierda, para censurar lo que no alcanzas a entender? Aún así, dice el amor que sería incapaz de negarse a nadie. Ni siquiera a ti, mortal de mierda que piensas diferente. Y créeme... eso, de momento, hoy por hoy, no te hace nada respetable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112218643429294778?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112218643429294778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112218643429294778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-24-celeste-amor.html' title='dia -24 Celeste amor'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112209654086112549</id><published>2005-07-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:30:14.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -23 Flying to Bristol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi ha certs moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en els que penso massa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;engranatges, pors, foscors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Busco llògiques automatitzades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;construeixo refugis metàlics, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;miro com es mouen les cadenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im flying to Bristol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enganxo la orella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;m'escolto,vibro,grato amb les ungles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hem deixo la pelll i encongeixo la panxa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Soc una mica formiga i tambè la meva mantis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;m'equivoco com un cranc per que tinc instint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soc un animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im flying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im flying to Bristol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont want to come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112209654086112549?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112209654086112549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112209654086112549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-23-flying-to-bristol.html' title='dia -23 Flying to Bristol'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112203850196535341</id><published>2005-07-22T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:23:56.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -22 AIXXXXXX........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EL ÁNGEL SIMÓN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Simón, desde que te fuiste tengo que decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que la verdad, no estamos nada mal sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;También es cierto que podríamos estar mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pero ya ves, las buenas cosas mueren bajo el sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y ahora es la memoria mi guía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque eso sí, pienso en ti cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Desde aquella mañana de agosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Reinventada hasta la saciedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sin lograr encontrar nada de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ni una explicación ni un porqué &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Al que poder aferrarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(Y ahora no sé por quéViene a mi mente el colchón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que tuvimos que bajar Javi y yo a la basura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sin poder dejar de mirar esa mancha oscura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que allí nos dejaste como herencia y recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Antes de partir en tu último viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Probablemente al infierno) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y me vas a disculpar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Si nunca te llevo rosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Me vas a permitir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Contar algunas cosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sobre lo poco que sé &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;De tus días de vino y rosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Con todas las bromas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Como aquella en que al pasar delante de una funeraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Nos decías "agachaos, no vaya a ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que os tomen las medidas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ese era tu consejo, tu sabio consejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y no estuvo mal, pero se te olvidó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Algo importante:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tú también tenías que agacharte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sí, tú también tenías que agacharte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Pero nunca quisiste cuidarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No, nunca quisiste cuidarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y quiero pensar que por una vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hice algo mejor que tú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quiero pensar que por una vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hice algo mejor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que tú que ni siquiera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Acabaste esa carta de despedida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que en el ordenador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Santi encontró perdida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y ahora que perdiste tan absurdamente la partida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ahora estoy cansado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y hasta tengo miedo de mi propia vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y sé que lo tendré toda la puta vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Decida lo que decida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bueno, al final tal vez tuviste suerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Porque tal vez -dímelo tú-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mejor que ser un hombre solo y arruinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Resulte ser, como dijo el juez, "el finado"(Mientras se tapaba la nariz con su pañuelo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y desde cualquier lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dondequiera que ahora te estés pudriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sólo quiero que sepas que ya no te tengo miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Que ahora estoy cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y sólo tengo miedo de mi propia vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y que sé que lo tendré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toda la puta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Decida lo que decida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Como tú siempre decías"Formalidad poca, pero que dure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Como tú siempre decías &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gracias Así es y así será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toda mi vidaDecida lo que decida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112203850196535341?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112203850196535341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112203850196535341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-22-aixxxxxx.html' title='dia -22 AIXXXXXX........'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112178251869964850</id><published>2005-07-19T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:22:55.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -21 Im human,so.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Knocking at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with blood in my hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"I'm fragil as a human can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with doubts in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with holes in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I'm litlle as a human can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with credits to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There's someone above the clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;with answers to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and hopes to share?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;By Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112178251869964850?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112178251869964850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112178251869964850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-21-im-humanso.html' title='dia -21 Im human,so.....'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112081930247795778</id><published>2005-07-08T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T03:42:37.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -20 Breaking The Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories consume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like opening the wound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You all assume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm safe here in my room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unless I try to start again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The battles always choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how I got this wayI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know it's not alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm breaking the habit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clutching my cure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tightly lock the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to catch my breath again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hurt much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Than anytime before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had no options left again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dont want to be the one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The battles always choose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll paint it on the walls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause I'm the one at fault&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never fight again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this is how it ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;by L.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112081930247795778?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112081930247795778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112081930247795778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-20-breaking-habit.html' title='dia -20 Breaking The Habit'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112074351918903866</id><published>2005-07-07T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:39:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -19 LONDON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;London:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi ha troçets de la meva vida en mig dels teus carrers.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;petons,pasejos,somriures,amics,olors,gustos,llagrimes i molta magia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Londres ets al meu cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112074351918903866?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112074351918903866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112074351918903866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-19-london.html' title='dia -19 LONDON'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112059045232053581</id><published>2005-07-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:10:05.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -18 The Loudest Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;The Loudest sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Side by side in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They pass away the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So comfortable, so habitual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And so nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Side by side in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His thoughts echo round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He looks up at the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She looks down at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stares down at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stares down at the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Side by side in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They wish for different worlds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She dreams him as a boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And he loves her as a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loves her as a girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And side by side in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Without a single word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's the loudest sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's the loudest sound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's the loudest sound I ever heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112059045232053581?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112059045232053581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112059045232053581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-18-loudest-sound.html' title='dia -18 The Loudest Sound'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112039140826165866</id><published>2005-07-03T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:50:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -17 EVERYBODY HURTS</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;La mateixa persona es la que s'inflingeix les pitjors ferides"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112039140826165866?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112039140826165866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112039140826165866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-17-everybody-hurts.html' title='dia -17 EVERYBODY HURTS'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112037236763557619</id><published>2005-07-02T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:42:36.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -16 ....There is a woman in Somalia,trying to survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi ha una mare, que avui ha cuinat pedres pels seus fills..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cau mitja tarda, encara es ben de dia en un petit indret de l' Àfrica, una mare posa als seus fills a dormir, però abans sense que els petits ho hagin vist ha nat a collir un munt de pedres; Els nens son al llit, un llit obert a l' intempèrie, des d'on veuen com la seva mare esta cuinant.&lt;br /&gt;El brou està fet de pedres i aigua bruta ,i no te finalitats alimentàries....es un engany, es la manera que te la mare de que els nens dormin més tranquils mentre la veuen cuinar el menjar de demà, pensant que la gana que passen avui desapareixerà a les poques hores....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112037236763557619?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112037236763557619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112037236763557619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-16-there-is-woman-in-somaliatrying.html' title='dia -16 ....There is a woman in Somalia,trying to survive'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112029659073302640</id><published>2005-07-02T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T03:16:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -15 .............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Es cuan dormo que hi veig clar"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;J.M.SERRAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112029659073302640?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112029659073302640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112029659073302640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/07/dia-15.html' title='dia -15 .............'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112014331630696513</id><published>2005-06-30T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:57:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -14 El escultor de piel de melocotón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"El escultor de la piel de melocotón"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Correcciones en alemán por Marta,Gerardo y Elías)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Me he levantado con hambre en la cabeza, mi boca bosteza de apetito, y me quiero comer hasta los huesos, sin pensar más que en la dieta de mi mente, absorbida por el marketing y los esqueletos rubios que reflejo en el doble fondo de mi espejo". "No me gusta la naranja, soy un escultor de piel de melocotón, con el corazón lleno de chocolate deshecho".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Ich bin ein Bildhauer der Pfirsichhaut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ich bin mit Hunger im Kopf aufgestandenMein Mund gähnt aus AppetitUnd ich will sogar die Knochen aufessenNur denk ich an der Diät meines Geistesmaines gaistesAbsorbiert vom Marketing und den blonden Skelettenreflektiere ich sie auf dem Hintergrund meines Spiegels""Die Orange gefällt mir nichtIch bin ein Bildhauer der PfirsichhautMein Hertz ist voll mit verschmolzener Schokolade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The sculptor of the peach skin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated by V.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;"I´ve woken up with hunger in my head,my mouth yawn of appetite, and I want to eat until my boneswithout thinking more than about the diet of my mindabsorbed by the marketing and the blond skeletonsthat I reflect in the double bottom of my mirror""I don´t like the orange,I´m the sculptor of the peach skin,with my heart full of undone chocolate"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112014331630696513?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112014331630696513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112014331630696513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-14-el-escultor-de-piel-de-melocotn.html' title='dia -14 El escultor de piel de melocotón'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-112012707365432583</id><published>2005-06-30T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:52:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -13 Nom del grup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERUBIC &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; KERUBIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-112012707365432583?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112012707365432583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/112012707365432583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-13-nom-del-grup.html' title='dia -13 Nom del grup'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111960104852489986</id><published>2005-06-24T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:18:50.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -12 How soon is now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of nothing in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I go about things the wrong way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am the son and heir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, of nothing in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I go about things the wrong way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just like everybody else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's a club, if you'd like to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You could meet somebody who really loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So you go, and you stand on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you leave on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you go home, and you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And you want to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you say it's gonna happen "now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, when exactly do you mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;See I've already waited too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all my hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You shut your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I go about things the wrong way ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am Human and I need to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just like everybody else does &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111960104852489986?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111960104852489986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111960104852489986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-12-how-soon-is-now.html' title='dia -12 How soon is now?'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111904417735036095</id><published>2005-06-17T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:38:56.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -11 Honey and the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't know why I'm still afraidIf you weren't real I would make you upnowI wish that I could follow throughI know that your love is trueAnd deepAs the seaBut right nowEverything you want is wrong,And right nowAll your dreams are waking up,And right nowI wish I could follow youTo the shoresOf freedom,Where no one lives.Remember when we first metAnd everything was still a betIn love's gameYou would call; I'd call you backAnd then I'd leaveA messageOn your answering machineBut right nowEverything is turning blue,And right nowThe sun is trying to kill the moon,And right nowI wish I could follow youTo the shoresOf freedom,Where no one livesFreedomRun away tonightFreedom, freedomRun awayRun away tonightWe're made out of blood and rustLooking for someone to trustWithout A fightI think that you came too soonYou're the honey and the moonThat lightsUp my nightBut right nowEverything you want is wrong,And right nowAll your dreams are waking up,And right nowI wish that I could follow youTo the shoresOf freedomWhere no one livesFreedomRun away tonightFreedom freedomRun awayRun away tonightWe got too much time to killLike pigeons on my windowsillWe hang aroundEver since I've been with youYou hold me upAll the time I've falling downBut right nowEverything is turning blue,And right nowThe sun is trying to kill the moon,And right nowI wish I could follow youTo the shoresOf freedomWhere no one lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;by Joseph Arthur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111904417735036095?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111904417735036095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111904417735036095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-11-honey-and-moon.html' title='dia -11 Honey and the Moon'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111894198780978365</id><published>2005-06-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T10:17:19.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -10 STARMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ASTRONAUTA,QUIERO SENTIR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Soy un astronauta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;perdido en mi espacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cuelgo de un hilo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;en un mundo de meteoritos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;vienen a por mi!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Me da igual,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tengo piel metálica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;no entiendo de emociones humanas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Yo,solo,siento los agujeros negros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;envueltos en mi nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Es como quiero sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111894198780978365?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111894198780978365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111894198780978365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-10-starman.html' title='dia -10 STARMAN'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111892622583362383</id><published>2005-06-16T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:24:30.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -9 Me llaman octubre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me llaman octubre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pretendas saber más de mi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mejor no preguntes, soy luna nueva fácil de partir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no pierdas tu tiempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;obstinado en mantenerte como un viento a mi lado,yo te convertí en noviembre, así es mi calendario&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a veces pienso que es un don olvidar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me llaman octubre desde que solo hablo de ti y ya no hay mas solución que esconderme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                 &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;by lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111892622583362383?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111892622583362383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111892622583362383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-9-me-llaman-octubre.html' title='dia -9 Me llaman octubre'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111882355037659898</id><published>2005-06-15T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T01:23:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -8 Don't look back in anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mirar enrera, analitzar ,no compadir-se de les coses, pensar que un és com és gràcies a que en el passat ha tingut certes actituds a la vida, tornar a analitzar i veure que el present no només depèn d'un mateix de manera estricta.....L'únic que del cert puc dir ara mateix, es que val la pena viure la vida com un mateix ha triat, però de vegades millor fer-ho amb una mica ,només una mica de visió de futur en àmbits que potser no son els que més t’interessen, però que en el fons hauràs de fer front tard o d'hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111882355037659898?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111882355037659898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111882355037659898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-8-dont-look-back-in-anger.html' title='dia -8 Don&apos;t look back in anger'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111867553931179036</id><published>2005-06-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T04:11:56.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -7 TONIGHT (the lyrics)</title><content type='html'>TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tonight ,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;No one is here by my side&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i think of you&lt;br /&gt;just once more&lt;br /&gt;Will be the last time,&lt;br /&gt;Before closing my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;Theres no dreams of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Theres no hope in my tears&lt;br /&gt;Just sadness and sadness and saaaaaadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I feel the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;The drops are collapsing my brain&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like poison&lt;br /&gt;A lost magic botle&lt;br /&gt;Is all that life that went away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;Theres no dreams of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Theres no hope in my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just sadness and sadness and saaaaaadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111867553931179036?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111867553931179036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111867553931179036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-7-tonight-lyrics.html' title='dia -7 TONIGHT (the lyrics)'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111856454952755521</id><published>2005-06-12T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T03:36:16.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -6 Unbelievable</title><content type='html'>Sembla mentida,no me lo creo..it's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de que te hayas pasao media vida escuchando pachanga,y la otra el canto del loco...hoy, después de que en su dia consiguiera hacerte bailar como un indie-kid..hoy..si...HOY...&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Andres &lt;/span&gt;visitara el auditori....conmigo claro y con nuestras primas-hermanas &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;areyousure &amp;amp; miura&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111856454952755521?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111856454952755521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111856454952755521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-6-unbelievable.html' title='dia -6 Unbelievable'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111852573379741139</id><published>2005-06-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:14:12.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -5 A Blue mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a blue mail singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a letter to Elise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como se puede llegar a tocar el alma de alguien con solo 3 acordes y dos lineas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111852573379741139?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111852573379741139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111852573379741139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-5-blue-mail.html' title='dia -5 A Blue mail'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111851253275825488</id><published>2005-06-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T10:57:07.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -4 The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;En un mismo dia dos situaciones para pensar&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Un ciego absolutamente borracho,vagando por la calle,en medio de tu camino,te aplastara.....obviamente le avisaras,y que más?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Un borracho en el metro,dice que es un enterrador,o le guias o no sabra llegar a su casa,es violento.....miraras como puede llegar a su barrio,Sant adria.....eso es todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como hubierais actuado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111851253275825488?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111851253275825488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111851253275825488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-4-game.html' title='dia -4 The Game'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111850122809492648</id><published>2005-06-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:51:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -3 MY"JOY"DIVISION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are the work in progress songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;El escultor de piel de melocoton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stranger man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A blue mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My nocturne coffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111850122809492648?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111850122809492648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111850122809492648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-3-myjoydivision.html' title='dia -3 MY&quot;JOY&quot;DIVISION'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111849208089870661</id><published>2005-06-11T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T08:18:33.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -2 Learning to fly</title><content type='html'>Todo empezo con la prohibicion de fumar en el insituto &lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Prohibit fumar" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Roger,Emili-ahora miembro de los &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gurus&lt;/span&gt;- &amp;pete)&lt;/span&gt; donde aprendi dos acordes con la guitarra de mi hermano y luego fuimos los reyes del pt-10 i del casio gigante del papa de &lt;em&gt;mega&lt;/em&gt;-nach &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(nach&amp;amp;pete)&lt;/span&gt; mientras nos creiamos los &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;depeche&lt;/span&gt; de juguete i los primos avanzados de &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;obk&lt;/span&gt;...con el tiempo llegaron mis versiones de temas pop("&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;nadadora&lt;/span&gt;" de &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;family)&lt;/span&gt;, cazadas con dos platinas como multipistas y el teclado mas cutre del mundo como fiel acompañante de viaje, luego llego el abandono y con el abandono el lado oscuro de la tristeza,aprendi que la frase&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "Happy to be sad"&lt;/span&gt; es tan valida como la de &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Carpe diem",&lt;/span&gt;un dia desperte y escuche a mis notas gritar desde dentro,sin fuerza pero con magia,abri la puerta y aparecio &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Grossmen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (The Jazzmen) el detonador de mis emociones y ritmos sonoros,hoy el futuro suena con un nombre presente pero hipotético &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"JOY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Victoria and Peter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; cuanta fé compartida eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEQUEÑA v.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111849208089870661?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111849208089870661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13577589/posts/default/111849208089870661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyandmike.blogspot.com/2005/06/dia-2-learning-to-fly.html' title='dia -2 Learning to fly'/><author><name>Peter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08181881090493125397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13577589.post-111844278130065698</id><published>2005-06-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T07:00:30.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dia -1 (Hello) Hey you.....up in the sky</title><content type='html'>Avui agafo el pinzell de la Lucy i creare les meves fantasies de paper,plenes de sons,olors,somnis,forats blancs i tb de negres,i ho fare sempre amb l'estructura milimetrica de la papiroflexia flexible del mike......son en peter i en pan,voleu dir que els coneixeu vosaltres?&lt;br /&gt;jo ho estic intentant....us hi convido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bona nit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13577589-111844278130065698?l=lucyandmike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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