<?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-3810750632861723510</id><updated>2012-01-26T19:45:35.651-08:00</updated><category term='it&apos;s YOU.Venus cuadratura Pluton'/><category term='luna lueva'/><category term='joy division'/><category term='Wild Nothing'/><category term='Scalar'/><category term='Pluton en Capricornio'/><category term='cults'/><category term='cocteau twins'/><category term='punch drunk love'/><category term='urano'/><category term='mercurio directo'/><category term='InnerTweets'/><category term='alesi&apos;s ark'/><category term='forever ago'/><category term='death'/><category term='Nika+Rory'/><category term='graphic as a star'/><category term='four tet'/><category term='aries'/><category term='White Hinterland'/><category term='new moon tauro'/><category term='constellations'/><category term='dark folk'/><category term='Jana Hunter'/><category term='Kabbalah'/><category term='emeralds'/><category term='Summer Camp'/><category term='lovers.'/><category term='summer'/><category term='saturn return'/><category term='metric'/><category term='pececitos'/><category term='law of attraction'/><category term='Long Voyage'/><category term='Lotte Kestner'/><category term='Dead man&apos;s bones'/><category term='ce'/><category term='sunday music'/><category term='walter benjamin'/><category term='saltwater lyrics'/><category term='Shoegaze'/><category term='Casa 10'/><category term='let go'/><category term='hoy escuchamos'/><category term='trains and concerts'/><category term='Sol en transito por Capricornio'/><category term='Zola Jesus'/><category term='Lucrecia Dalt'/><category term='shepperd of the stary hearts'/><category term='mistery jets'/><category term='j aime'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='waves'/><category term='port o&apos; brien'/><category term='Hetz'/><category term='Free Kisses'/><category term='viernes'/><category term='summer music'/><category term='Escorpio'/><category term='InnerTweet'/><category term='cat power'/><category term='hope sandoval'/><category term='venus en escorpio'/><category term='porcelain raft'/><category term='Gemini'/><category term='Josephine Foster'/><category term='the letting go'/><category term='Rio en Medio'/><category term='bitsounds'/><category term='god is an astronaut'/><category term='James Blake'/><category term='B'/><category term='luna en tauro'/><category term='Nicholas A. 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Cancer.All the lovers'/><category term='velvet cacoon'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='love inks'/><category term='Casa 8'/><category term='jj'/><category term='chasing Dorotea'/><category term='new moon gemini'/><category term='Juno en Aries'/><category term='Nick Nicely'/><category term='sun conjuct neptune'/><category term='Hicks'/><category term='Juno'/><category term='change is good'/><category term='acuario'/><category term='Blue Moon'/><category term='Me and my deals with the Universe'/><category term='Dead Luke'/><category term='piscis'/><category term='north node'/><category term='Sleep Over'/><category term='Emor'/><category term='New Music'/><category term='luna en cancer'/><category term='peppermint'/><category term='Venus en Capricornio'/><category term='new crush'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='8th house'/><category term='venus in gemini'/><category term='Florian Worthwath'/><category term='money'/><category term='full moon'/><category term='anchor song'/><title type='text'>It's only the future</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>663</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1790968688563127381</id><published>2012-01-26T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:45:35.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over qualified for your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new dream is DYING to be born&lt;br /&gt;A new dream is dying to be BORN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1790968688563127381?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1790968688563127381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1790968688563127381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/over-qualified-for-your-world-new-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4156213933075627710</id><published>2012-01-21T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:19:26.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love her more.</title><content type='html'>Bien lo sabia yo, ninguna mujer con esa capacidad emocional puede amar a un hombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La experiencia con la energia masculina de tanto en tanto, nos marchita. Es la lucha constante, el pujo floreciente ante su resistencia y suplica (Si, cada resistencia es una suplica).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grown stronger and colder so they can make up the material world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y solo con otras mujeres el vasto oceano called fulfillment can be seen+felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahi esta Sharon Van Etten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soy, pero si fuera, un dia, mi vida; te busco y te hago feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but I was born dickmatized)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4156213933075627710?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4156213933075627710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4156213933075627710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-her-more.html' title='Love her more.'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6132666935966210296</id><published>2012-01-16T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:32:40.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap+Review</title><content type='html'>Mean Time--&amp;gt;Ese tiempo malito malito mientras algo que deseas se da.&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders--&amp;gt;They hurt when you should but you really don't want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6132666935966210296?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6132666935966210296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6132666935966210296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/recapreview.html' title='Recap+Review'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7602615491760013960</id><published>2012-01-09T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:57:28.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”    &lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23988.Mary_Oliver"&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7602615491760013960?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7602615491760013960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7602615491760013960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/someone-i-loved-once-gave-me-box-full.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4837759476621630356</id><published>2012-01-09T19:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:57:13.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“to live in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be able&lt;br /&gt;to do three things&lt;br /&gt;to love what is mortal;&lt;br /&gt;to hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;against your bones knowing&lt;br /&gt;your own life depends on it;&lt;br /&gt;and, when the time comes to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;to let it go”    &lt;br /&gt;―       &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/23988.Mary_Oliver"&gt;Mary Oliver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4837759476621630356?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4837759476621630356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4837759476621630356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-live-in-this-world-you-must-be-able.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2710145696471682758</id><published>2012-01-08T18:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:40:07.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando tu Sol y tu cuerpo son solo piernas para correr; y tu Asc-Alma son brazos y manos que solo quieren tomar, acá se agarran, se quieren quedar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2710145696471682758?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2710145696471682758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2710145696471682758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/cuando-tu-sol-y-tu-cuerpo-son-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-856577923752344377</id><published>2012-01-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T16:39:04.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"My heart is like the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it gets in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;so close of touching freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;then I hear the GODS calling my name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori feat ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be any other way, si soy la que canta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-856577923752344377?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/856577923752344377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/856577923752344377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-heart-is-like-ocean-it-gets-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8420346867574593820</id><published>2012-01-02T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:33:44.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I have what I want I will never get and fight for what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8420346867574593820?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8420346867574593820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8420346867574593820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-i-have-what-i-want-i-will-never-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1800337521938561364</id><published>2012-01-02T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:29:09.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengo trampas secretasen el cabello solo para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este año salgo a encontrare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hago la trampa de ser agente libre en la prisión de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1800337521938561364?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1800337521938561364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1800337521938561364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/tengo-trampas-secretasen-el-cabello.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5199712790273621421</id><published>2012-01-02T17:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T17:28:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que yo te ame no es tu problema pero te lo comparto, es la humana condición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu odio por ti mismo tampoco me hace daño. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will take the darkness down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5199712790273621421?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5199712790273621421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5199712790273621421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-yo-te-ame-no-es-tu-problema-pero-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4518031771367791663</id><published>2011-12-24T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:36:33.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acuario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturno directo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat power'/><title type='text'>King Rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XGMaEvhQj1E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If time had a place,&lt;br /&gt;And space for your past"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but I don't Sir. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by and as I walk my talk, I clean the wound as an affirmation that always and forever life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you rest in peace. For that I pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4518031771367791663?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4518031771367791663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4518031771367791663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/king-rides.html' title='King Rides'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XGMaEvhQj1E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7998504776429254651</id><published>2011-12-22T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:44:17.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='because his all I ever knew of love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. y con esa sonrisa y ese olor que mata, al despertarme pienso, que si no estas conmgio deberias haber muerto. Como es posible que andes suelto por el mundo like the rising Sun? Like this Capricornian Sun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7998504776429254651?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7998504776429254651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7998504776429254651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8311429089833633382</id><published>2011-12-22T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:42:58.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nada peor que soñar con el ex amor, en una cama con el actual y que te llame otro ex peor es nada que nada tiene que ver en este triangulo amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que mi peor karma es que la facilidad de dejarlos es proporcionalmente inversa a mi incapacidad de olvidarlos, de no soñarlos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8311429089833633382?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8311429089833633382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8311429089833633382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/nada-peor-que-sonar-con-el-ex-amor-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5586577609233075316</id><published>2011-12-22T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T15:01:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si yo dejara que algo o alguien volviera, seria para inspirarme. Algo menos que eso no tiene cabida en mi vida ni de retroceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta live through this,&lt;br /&gt;gotta find out&lt;br /&gt;what LOVE&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;passion&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the way.&lt;br /&gt;Finally on 2012 we will meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5586577609233075316?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5586577609233075316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5586577609233075316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/si-yo-dejara-que-algo-o-alguien.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-886921221649485346</id><published>2011-12-22T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:34:32.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish me away. I need to vibrate far from you. I need to find my own melody and sing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-886921221649485346?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/886921221649485346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/886921221649485346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/wish-me-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4940480189370908404</id><published>2011-12-19T13:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:28:47.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will Astrology by Rob Breszny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://freewillastrology.com/images/header.sag.gif" alt="Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)" height="36" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The Amazon is the second longest river in the world, and has such a  voluminous flow that it comprises 20 percent of all river water in the  world. And yet there is not a single bridge that crosses it. I love that  fact. It comforts and inspires me to know that humans have not  conquered this natural wonder. Which leads me to my advice for you this  week, Sagittarius. Please consider keeping the wild part of you wild.  It's certainly not at all crucial for you to civilize it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4940480189370908404?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4940480189370908404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4940480189370908404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/free-will-astrology-by-rob-breszny.html' title='Free Will Astrology by Rob Breszny'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' 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alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aubreyroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;taken from Aubrey Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-768334633726721834?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/768334633726721834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/768334633726721834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/taken-from-aubrey-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1532520314268640209</id><published>2011-12-14T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:42:34.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Detras de toda persona que se dice ser muy diferente a los demas hay un  gran dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No somos todos iguales en la afliccion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't I get a say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1532520314268640209?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1532520314268640209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1532520314268640209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/detras-de-toda-persona-que-se-dice-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5494363844859618124</id><published>2011-12-09T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T16:21:30.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are really good food and I am full</title><content type='html'>You'll say did they love you or what&lt;br /&gt;I'll say they love what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The only one who really loves me is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll say girl did you kick some butt?&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say I don't really remember&lt;br /&gt;But my fingers are sore&lt;br /&gt;And my voice is too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5494363844859618124?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5494363844859618124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5494363844859618124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-really-good-food-and-i-am-full.html' title='You are really good food and I am full'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7679241259869067799</id><published>2011-12-06T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:16:46.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna en Tauro</title><content type='html'>Your body is a cage only if your mouth is a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful what you put in, careful what comes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7679241259869067799?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7679241259869067799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7679241259869067799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/luna-en-tauro.html' title='Luna en Tauro'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7182858057606012539</id><published>2011-12-03T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T09:44:39.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='InnerTweet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fotos doble exposicion are so Jesus and Mary chain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7182858057606012539?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7182858057606012539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7182858057606012539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/fotos-doble-exposicion-are-so-jesus-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-9100001872095311813</id><published>2011-12-01T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:33:50.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are we really entitled to own those things we feel passion for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-9100001872095311813?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9100001872095311813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9100001872095311813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-we-really-entitled-to-own-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7178157494012449218</id><published>2011-12-01T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:19:44.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 a loud</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12423889?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=138c06" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12423889"&gt;Essie Jain "I'm Not Afraid Of The Dark" (Wanderer Session #29)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kevindewilde"&gt;Kevin de Wilde&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are aloud to feel passion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are aloud to feel Love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be afraid of the dark. You have the Light of a Star&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hold me close to your heart and just rock me gently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm just a baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7178157494012449218?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7178157494012449218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7178157494012449218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/12/28-loud.html' title='28 a loud'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3410815819900924146</id><published>2011-11-27T20:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:00:29.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#innertwits'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creo que hay un dios y un demonio porque existe Zola Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3410815819900924146?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3410815819900924146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3410815819900924146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/creo-que-hay-in-dios-y-in-indie-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8507652778394570487</id><published>2011-11-27T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T07:31:37.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- I wonder how the sun gets to your chest with all that hair!&lt;br /&gt;- is the Light. The Light always finds a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi película del domingo &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8507652778394570487?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8507652778394570487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8507652778394570487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wonder-how-sun-gets-to-your-chest.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8034752011526871630</id><published>2011-11-24T11:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:18:32.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que tal si mis ojos me mienten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8034752011526871630?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8034752011526871630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8034752011526871630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-tal-si-mis-ojos-me-mienten.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1571098093870658763</id><published>2011-11-21T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:47:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just say yes, you little arsonist.</title><content type='html'>With your ieess and  your ease&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're so sure you've been taste every hair in my chest)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1571098093870658763?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1571098093870658763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1571098093870658763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-say-yes-you-little-arsonist.html' title='Just say yes, you little arsonist.'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5566961104757564231</id><published>2011-11-21T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:32:42.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This times anything west, get's the boot, get's wasted</title><content type='html'>Temblar es tambien una manera de vibrar, sin certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5566961104757564231?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5566961104757564231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5566961104757564231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-times-anything-west-gets-boot-gets.html' title='This times anything west, get&apos;s the boot, get&apos;s wasted'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5119011200571328285</id><published>2011-11-21T20:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:23:16.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, let's vibrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5119011200571328285?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5119011200571328285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5119011200571328285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-lets-vibrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8388222061141745446</id><published>2011-11-20T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:36:53.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/72b0f5c413e011e1a87612313804ec91_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 306px; height: 306px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://distilleryimage11.instagram.com/72b0f5c413e011e1a87612313804ec91_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is for the way you look at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8388222061141745446?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8388222061141745446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8388222061141745446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6681510585027921382</id><published>2011-11-20T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:53:20.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ineludible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6681510585027921382?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6681510585027921382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6681510585027921382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/ineludible.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3092961413907482901</id><published>2011-11-13T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:17:17.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We want to arrive only to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3092961413907482901?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3092961413907482901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3092961413907482901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-want-to-arrive-only-to-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6688470570513289843</id><published>2011-11-11T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T20:58:56.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime you fight you give away your power, you show me your weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop giving away the clues and voids that gives me the chance to turn your world upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando discutes veo tus vacíos. Justo por allí se cuelan tus debilidades. Allí esta el handle donde puedo agarrara y voltear tu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you all my weaknesses to knock you down with my strength to overcome them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6688470570513289843?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6688470570513289843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6688470570513289843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/everyone-you-fight-you-give-away-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4891853580876855062</id><published>2011-11-06T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:56:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un mundo antes y después de Julianna Barwick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4891853580876855062?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4891853580876855062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4891853580876855062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-mundo-antes-y-despues-de-julianna.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1013091565515693156</id><published>2011-11-06T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:08:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain of fools</title><content type='html'>His food taste the best, coz I haven't tried the Real Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe his caring seems like the best, coz I haven't tried the real thing, as I can't even imagine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así posemos formular miles de frases. &lt;br /&gt;"I tricked you" -he said. &lt;br /&gt;The most evident utensil, I thought . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1013091565515693156?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1013091565515693156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1013091565515693156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/chain-of-fools.html' title='Chain of fools'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1857467049916519518</id><published>2011-11-06T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:49:11.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='InnerTweets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cloud messaging obsessed. I'm in love with the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1857467049916519518?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1857467049916519518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1857467049916519518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/cloud-messaging-obsessed.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8382548170626086406</id><published>2011-11-06T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:41:19.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound is the color I know</title><content type='html'>El día no podría ir mas perfecto. El clima es frío and crispy pero aun el sol quema la piel. Y me asusto porque en el descanso entra el diablo. Me asusto porque Neptuno se esta despertando y así la venda de las ilusiones y desilusiones se rompe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me asusto porque siempre estoy good for a storm y no conozco este sentimiento. Me asusto porque anoche me su cuenta como I ser myself for delusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como he hecho que este hombre en su mundo se abra a una desconocida que lo tiene totalmente condicionado. Me asusta la feminidad piscis y lo aprendido de generación en genera ion. I am just like her, años so subtly selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. Pretty good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please, shelter me away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PrpU4-A9qzg/Trbi3kk04iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-g8y1bZu_U0/s640/blogger-image--1025519675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PrpU4-A9qzg/Trbi3kk04iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-g8y1bZu_U0/s640/blogger-image--1025519675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8382548170626086406?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8382548170626086406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8382548170626086406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/sound-is-color-i-know.html' title='Sound is the color I know'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-PrpU4-A9qzg/Trbi3kk04iI/AAAAAAAAAXg/-g8y1bZu_U0/s72-c/blogger-image--1025519675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2806380560993858439</id><published>2011-11-05T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:21:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siguiendo la Luna</title><content type='html'>Vamos mi cariño que todo esta bien. Esta noche cambiare, te juro que cambiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( de palmita en pecho, mirandome al espejo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2806380560993858439?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2806380560993858439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2806380560993858439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/siguiendo-la-luna.html' title='Siguiendo la Luna'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4790256934053362607</id><published>2011-11-05T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:56:15.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aprende a oler la oportunidad mujer, y hazla tuya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4790256934053362607?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4790256934053362607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4790256934053362607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprende-oler-la-oportunidad-mujer-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4608323104293668616</id><published>2011-11-05T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:22:48.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Revisar bolsas ajenas. Encontrar tu bolsillo secreto. Guiarme por sonidos. Saber que las mejores horas, como los mejores besos, son los robados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamina D calentando el frío de lo huesos y nubes en forma de corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4608323104293668616?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4608323104293668616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4608323104293668616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/revisar-bolsas-ajenas.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5813286256128802054</id><published>2011-11-05T20:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:23:36.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que hacemos con esta hora robada? Saltito atrás y suenas en el tiempo, amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're dreaming of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5813286256128802054?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5813286256128802054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5813286256128802054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-hacemos-con-esta-hora-robada.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-398016277775159558</id><published>2011-11-05T20:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:48:42.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='InnerTweet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prohibido el deleite del perfume en otro cuerpo que no es el de tu marido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-398016277775159558?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/398016277775159558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/398016277775159558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/prohibido-el-deleite-del-perfume-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-159092011914776281</id><published>2011-11-05T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:48:05.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiero poder hacer el post de Juno vs Jupiter desde mi voz interna, y no tener como respuesta ni pregunta algo vano y solar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito volver a condensar y complacerme solo a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-159092011914776281?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/159092011914776281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/159092011914776281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiero-poder-hacer-el-post-de-juno-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-700052224052984625</id><published>2011-11-05T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:47:25.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me perdí? En otro ser humano? Es la búsqueda de la Luz? Mi luz? Esto es la madurez? Pero, si no se ve completa... Is this all there is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The eternal wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-700052224052984625?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/700052224052984625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/700052224052984625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/me-perdi-en-otro-ser-humano-es-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5729201204619561092</id><published>2011-11-05T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:46:45.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escuchar canciones viejas como forma de revivir emociones que ya no te crees capaz de experimentar. La alegría es el adormecimiento de la mano, del artista. Temo lo que invoco para volver a crear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5729201204619561092?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5729201204619561092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5729201204619561092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/escuchar-canciones-viejas-como-forma-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5603289746085102392</id><published>2011-11-05T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T21:24:46.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the sweet New things that I have to keep to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5603289746085102392?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5603289746085102392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5603289746085102392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-sweet-new-things-that-i-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-980731500196809603</id><published>2011-11-05T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:44:50.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='InnerTweet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ella me recuerda a la chispa que tenia de adolescente,que en las tardes y madrugadas muere por salir y bailar(a solas siempre)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-980731500196809603?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/980731500196809603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/980731500196809603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-me-recuerda-la-chispa-que-tenia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1426562433201307750</id><published>2011-11-05T20:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:39:06.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='InnerTweet'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y entonces las sencillas se casan #140 del mundo que perdí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1426562433201307750?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1426562433201307750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1426562433201307750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/y-entonces-las-sencillas-se-casan-140.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-844058554339432105</id><published>2011-11-04T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:06:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo que mata es lo predecible&lt;br /&gt;siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burlemos a la calculadora Universal. Sorprendeme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es una sorpresa. Esta sensacion de certeza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-844058554339432105?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/844058554339432105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/844058554339432105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-que-mata-es-lo-predecible-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7649221277231694976</id><published>2011-11-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:32:00.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol en Escorpio+Luna en Piscis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;El agua&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la pureza,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la disolucion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la sanacion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sentirse a la vuelta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;de la belleza-inicio-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;el utero&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Piscis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nebolusas que flotan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;y nos elevan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;La luz en el agua, como refleja.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;La profundidad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la intimidad&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;las lagrimas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la lluvia,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;la saliva,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;el esfuerzo, el sudor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;recreando el vapor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hervir de pasion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;El todo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;vivo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7649221277231694976?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7649221277231694976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7649221277231694976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/11/sol-en-escorpioluna-en-piscis.html' title='Sol en Escorpio+Luna en Piscis'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2765739195481216844</id><published>2011-10-26T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:50:12.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna show you how not to need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have it all here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect in the same city at the same time. In the same year, in the same language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tienes una idea de como se conjuran las almas para encontrarse una vez y perdonarse? y amarse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando nos encontramos una y otra vez. Only the Night Sky sees how all of this is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please see the Light)(Please feel how special it is for me to have u in my life, just now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if we hadn’t been born at the same time?&lt;br /&gt; What if you’re seventy five and I were nine?&lt;br /&gt;And I come visit you,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing cookies in an old folk song...&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there alone?&lt;br /&gt;When the late summer lighted fires off in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Will I remember to breed, no I’ll never will, no&lt;br /&gt;And the fire could convince you that I mean you no harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just wanna show you how not to need&lt;/span&gt; (we are so lucky to be here)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a style="text-decoration:none;" href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/Andrew%20Bird.html" title="Andrew Bird lyrics"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I was a night sky&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my lullaby&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby to t leave by fallen night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me all the stories?&lt;br /&gt;From when you were young and you were proud&lt;br /&gt;Would I rock you to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell ‘em all the secrets you don’t need to keep?&lt;br /&gt;(Please tell me all the stories you don't need to keep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still miss you... (I've been missing you mi whole life)&lt;br /&gt;Sun is a wave like a wave on the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Moon plays the ocean like a violin&lt;br /&gt;Pushing and pulling from shore to shore&lt;br /&gt;Biggest melody I never heard before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cruzar los mares y las costumbres&lt;br /&gt;Ver tu potencial recien despertando, ver tu Venus en Sagitario buscando lo familiar en extranjero, justo sobre mi Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are HERE&lt;br /&gt;we  are   here.&lt;br /&gt;This is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My Moon plays you like a violin.Brightest melody we've ever heard before&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/3810750632861723510-2765739195481216844?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2765739195481216844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2765739195481216844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-wanna-show-you-how-not-to-need.html' title='Just wanna show you how not to need'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-9081595548351720907</id><published>2011-10-25T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:59:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La musica y la poesia no se escriben sin costos.&lt;br /&gt;Seducir con la escritura es una forma de conspirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Estoy casi segura que lo lei o soñe, estos dias head machine no descansa. Entenderan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-9081595548351720907?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9081595548351720907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9081595548351720907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-musica-y-la-poesia-no-se-escriben.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4777272187348935533</id><published>2011-10-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:01:43.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scorpio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando muera sonara Norway de Beach House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! this are the Scorpian Times, y todo es dualidad posible. En cuanto mas viva te sientes, mas piensas en la muerte. Y asi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4777272187348935533?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4777272187348935533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4777272187348935533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuando-muera-sonara-norway-de-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-9113870938236668595</id><published>2011-09-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:16:44.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol+Mercurio+Venus en Libra Casa 7 conjuncion Marte Natal</title><content type='html'>Prana en tu tierra absorviendo la luz que ofrece la distancia&lt;br /&gt;desprendida para su manifestacion-&lt;br /&gt;mientras camino&lt;br /&gt;y "no es que no me acuerde",&lt;br /&gt;pero hay un sueño viviente&lt;br /&gt;un sueño que viene&lt;br /&gt;que galopa en mis parpados&lt;br /&gt;y se confunde con mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lujo es tener un sueño. Y que valentia es seguir lichando por el con la fuerza-Kismet- despues de tantos reveses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-9113870938236668595?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9113870938236668595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9113870938236668595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/solmercuriovenus-en-libra-casa-7.html' title='Sol+Mercurio+Venus en Libra Casa 7 conjuncion Marte Natal'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5867662456380097105</id><published>2011-09-22T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T06:27:40.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>Life is definitely what you put in. So we are putting everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5867662456380097105?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5867662456380097105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5867662456380097105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-663992973827735393</id><published>2011-09-18T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:48:33.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t know how she does it'/><title type='text'>I don't know how she does it but I'm getting the idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bn_OrhwIidA" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she does it but we are getting the idea. Todas vamos a eso y poco a poco te haces listas y sistemas,es cierto. Lo unico que no nos explican es como su pelo a pesar de todo esta siempre perfecto y sin raices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-663992973827735393?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/663992973827735393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/663992973827735393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know-how-she-does-it-but-im.html' title='I don&apos;t know how she does it but I&apos;m getting the idea'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bn_OrhwIidA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-953434497870559974</id><published>2011-09-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:03:32.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But I still haven't found what I am looking for</title><content type='html'>"A day of doing nothing with the person that means everything"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anios jugando hasta que el Alma te lo pide. Te urge- se necesita de prisa. Esa sensacion de querer estar viva. Hambre y deseo. Y donde estas que no te veo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta Luna Llena en Piscis me tiene mal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-953434497870559974?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/953434497870559974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/953434497870559974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/but-i-still-havent-found-what-i-am.html' title='But I still haven&apos;t found what I am looking for'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3614308734972064063</id><published>2011-09-12T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:55:22.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you?</title><content type='html'>i want to fall in love in the city.&lt;br /&gt;after sunsets. bar talk.&lt;br /&gt;a spare key to his place to slip in after work.&lt;br /&gt;to make dinner in his tiny kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;my little bag of make up and toothpaste on your sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’d take the subway during rush hour just to puzzle piece ourselves together.&lt;br /&gt;we’d share every park like our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’d embarrass you with tourist pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;peeling oranges with my fingers to feed you on street corners.&lt;br /&gt;we’d stay outside just to watch people passing by.&lt;br /&gt;i’d hold onto your hand anytime i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’d warn you when we meet. &lt;i&gt;I am a selfish lover.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t mean it the way you take it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i am selfish in expressing my romance.&lt;br /&gt;i love quickly. with any number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laugh too loud. too often.&lt;br /&gt;i share too much. too soon.&lt;br /&gt;i want you here. then i don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fall in love with you while crossing the street.&lt;br /&gt;during the midnight movie.&lt;br /&gt;when i stumble on uneven pavement.&lt;br /&gt;weaving in and out of tourists in a hurry and bumping against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to fall in love with you as i stare at the tall tall buildings and fall in love with this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a poem by &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com/post/6405948078/i-want-to-fall-in-love-in-the-city-after-sunsets"&gt;that kind of woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livecreatingyourself.com/"&gt;Y yo lo tome de Live Creating Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3614308734972064063?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3614308734972064063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3614308734972064063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-are-you.html' title='Where are you?'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5352467551255917665</id><published>2011-09-12T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:48:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration when Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livecreatingyourself.com/2011/07/words-worth-reading_29.html"&gt;Venir aca y leer esto en tardes vacias donde uno parece no tener control.Para no olvidar. Day Fucking One&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5352467551255917665?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5352467551255917665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5352467551255917665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiration-when-needed.html' title='Inspiration when Needed'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6835548830008427517</id><published>2011-09-12T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:02:00.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constellations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alesi&apos;s ark'/><title type='text'>Hoy Escuchamos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sTptXOdhAXo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melodias que nos llevan a lugares&lt;br /&gt;antes no creidos en nuestro silencio&lt;br /&gt;hacen mundos&lt;br /&gt;hacen momentos&lt;br /&gt;denotan pasiones&lt;br /&gt;que no podemos olvidar&lt;br /&gt;como un septimo sentido&lt;br /&gt;que envuelve y&lt;br /&gt;moldea en color&lt;br /&gt;nuestras mas intimas visiones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6835548830008427517?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6835548830008427517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6835548830008427517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/hoy-escuchamos.html' title='Hoy Escuchamos'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sTptXOdhAXo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-416213379653911522</id><published>2011-09-11T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:16:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Es la ultima vez que te hago el Laundry y escuchamos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PQZhN65vq9E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Y mientras hay maraton de Sex and The City, y el numero del nuevo apartamento es 360&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Russian&lt;/span&gt;(is always a foreigner,right?):&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought I was clear all along about who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Carrie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe it's time to be clear about who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am someone who is looking for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; consuming can't live without each other love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  And I don't think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; that love is here in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in this expensive suite and this lovely hotel in Paris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;(or in a over the beach condo in Miami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's not your fault. It's my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have come here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Russian:-&lt;/span&gt; Carrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Carrie:&lt;/span&gt;- Please, don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi de cursis, pero asi de ansiosa/feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-416213379653911522?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/416213379653911522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/416213379653911522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/es-la-ultima-vez-que-te-hago-el-laundry.html' title='Es la ultima vez que te hago el Laundry y escuchamos:'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PQZhN65vq9E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7254137510691416646</id><published>2011-09-11T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:49:32.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El oraculo Habla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mceTemp"&gt; &lt;dl class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 190px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt"&gt;&lt;a href="http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/glasscrop15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-4013" title="Astrology Blog: The Oracle, Weekly Horoscopes, Monthly Horoscopes." src="http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/glasscrop15.jpg" alt="The Oracle." height="168" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can now make up for what may feel like substantial lost ground  this month in your professional life. &lt;/span&gt;But the first prerequisite to  using these opportunities well is not viewing any of your time as lost  time. Your process of soul development, so central to your work, is on a  slow, steady track, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pisces has a very different relationship to the  past than anyone else; Pisces relies upon the past to draw nutrients  from all of history and the whole diversity of the human family, which  very directly feed who and what you are.&lt;/span&gt; In these coming weeks, it’s  important that you do several things well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One is maintain your vision;  literally, look all around you all the time, and have a sense of mission  as well.&lt;/span&gt; Trust your power; you don’t need to do much, and this month  are likely to be cloaked in a glowing mantle of authority. Next is aim  your trajectory. Have a sense of where you are going and how high you  need to aim to get there, and whether it’s best to undershoot or  overshoot in any given moment. Easy does it. Finally, stick to your  values. You are the keeper of a vision, and this is why you’re here at  all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a style="color: #003399;" href="http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/#ixzz1XewMfMGu"&gt;http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/#ixzz1XewMfMGu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estoy al bate, y las cosas estan cambiando rapido. Let the healing games begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7254137510691416646?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7254137510691416646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7254137510691416646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/el-oraculo-habla.html' title='El oraculo Habla'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2987942065766106900</id><published>2011-09-08T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:22:04.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meta Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4d1f673a5bf731a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4d1f673a5bf731a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330072457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15E1B8CE6557719936669A3FAE931D9E11BF0558.7A0AFA8EAA90BF3761E92FC24815883109153E7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4d1f673a5bf731a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-R3kDGgwIVv1fMKt8Udb8RfvPY0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4d1f673a5bf731a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330072457%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15E1B8CE6557719936669A3FAE931D9E11BF0558.7A0AFA8EAA90BF3761E92FC24815883109153E7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4d1f673a5bf731a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-R3kDGgwIVv1fMKt8Udb8RfvPY0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que el corazon tiene memoria. Que el Alma tambien y va vida tras vida repitiendo los mismos patrones, hasta que la carne trabaja y encuentra a su SoulMate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely concept, huge dept. Abismo casi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar tu alma inside another warm body. Alguien que enciende tu chispa a mil. Y mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi camara tambien tiene memoria, veran. Encontre 6 videos con 3 novios distintos. Ego-Mates, of course. Pero escuchar su voz, en este, te juro.. me desato en mil velocidades, pero no me puedo mover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2987942065766106900?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2987942065766106900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2987942065766106900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/meta-memory.html' title='Meta Memory'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2029884578720843333</id><published>2011-09-04T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:54:38.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay una vida antes y despues de Sharon Van Etten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2029884578720843333?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2029884578720843333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2029884578720843333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/hay-una-vida-antes-y-despues-de-sharon.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-763290851325595993</id><published>2011-09-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:17:29.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punch drunk love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the drunk and the star'/><title type='text'>Y un dia, de sorpresa-una frase se te clava en el pecho</title><content type='html'>Y el frio no abandona lus huesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Without me you don't like anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que en este juego de analisis, para que el lovea de esa manera-en su Virgo mind- solo puede ser que esa sea su sensacion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y juego conmigo una y otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directo a escribir, correr y crear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-763290851325595993?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/763290851325595993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/763290851325595993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/y-un-dia-de-sorpresa-una-frase-se-te.html' title='Y un dia, de sorpresa-una frase se te clava en el pecho'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1795081371601074429</id><published>2011-09-02T09:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T09:48:33.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eris+Fragmentation</title><content type='html'>Quien nos dice que no podemos alejarnos de la dicha verdad?&lt;br /&gt;de las palabras que quiza no podemos olvidar?&lt;br /&gt;salir de lo que somos y ser alguien mas, alguien nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;.. algo mejor..&lt;br /&gt;elevarnos del suelo y volar&lt;br /&gt;sentir que igual&lt;br /&gt;queremos probar..&lt;br /&gt;una y otra vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1795081371601074429?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1795081371601074429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1795081371601074429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/erisfragmentation.html' title='Eris+Fragmentation'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2044828345474317708</id><published>2011-09-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:41:28.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoy escuchamos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><title type='text'>GoodBye is too much of a word babe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kWe3ktL87cg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That light I've never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm on the dark side of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To try and make me change my mind and stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We never did too much talkin' anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But don't think twice, it's all right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metric-Don't think twice it's alright (Dylan Cover)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas cosas han cambiado y seguiran cambiado.&lt;br /&gt;Y este no es un adios al amor,no&lt;br /&gt;Es un adios a los patrones que me frenaron a la abundancia de todo tipo en mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Despues de 17 años ,al fin puedo decir que estoy en la via al Recovery&lt;br /&gt;Un Rehab, right?&lt;br /&gt;Un dia a la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;(y si alguien me lee, no son drogas,jamas..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2044828345474317708?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2044828345474317708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2044828345474317708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/09/goodbye-is-too-much-of-word-babe.html' title='GoodBye is too much of a word babe..'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kWe3ktL87cg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8055331325845474742</id><published>2011-08-31T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:01:04.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La empatia puede matarte. Minimizarte. Sabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8055331325845474742?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8055331325845474742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8055331325845474742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-empatia-puede-matarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4714211832452139240</id><published>2011-08-29T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:56:13.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new joy'/><title type='text'>Summer is over</title><content type='html'>But it can always be summer in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fall be kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4714211832452139240?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4714211832452139240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4714211832452139240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-is-over.html' title='Summer is over'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7524849812748364174</id><published>2011-08-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:58:17.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para No Olvidar</title><content type='html'>Is true that I always have to come back to you&lt;br /&gt;But suffering and adoration are optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7524849812748364174?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7524849812748364174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7524849812748364174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-no-olvidar.html' title='Para No Olvidar'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3598704719693335838</id><published>2011-08-25T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:52:08.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope sandoval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she hangs brightly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mazzy star'/><title type='text'>Halah</title><content type='html'>"She   Hangs   Brightly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it an Spectacular Name? how could it not. Y como no podria esta cancion resonar en el newly single apartment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Well I think I see another side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe just another light that shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I look over now through the door&lt;br /&gt;And I still belong to no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby won't you change your mind?&lt;br /&gt; Surely don't stay long I'm missing you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's like I told you I'm over you somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Before I close the door&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby won't you change your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay aun en mi mente mujer mas hermosa que Hope Sandoval. Still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3598704719693335838?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3598704719693335838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3598704719693335838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/halah.html' title='Halah'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3626463603871991990</id><published>2011-08-25T22:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:45:18.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo no soy infiel en cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora lo que hago es ver las alineaciones de los otros, a ver who tickles my Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vibran los Piscis envueltos. Que dicha (que dura poco)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3626463603871991990?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3626463603871991990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3626463603871991990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/yo-no-soy-infiel-en-cuerpo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4643985456881812888</id><published>2011-08-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:43:31.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I close my eyes and remember a place in the Sun where we used to live</title><content type='html'>but.. really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE que la distancia mece la idealizacion.&lt;br /&gt;Y la separacion me ha ayudado a enumerar mis patrones neptunianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aplicando el backbone:Estructura, estudio mas que nunca. Porque tengo el tiempo, y porque si no permanezco en movimiento, el miedo me paraliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que algo bueno saldra de esto, porque lo que mas deseo es quedarme-a su lado-pero se que la medicina es peor que la enfermedad, y que me he estado preparando para este momento en que ya me fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone. Growing colder. Feeling myself away from his fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soulgasm que no me deja hablar, que me consume por dentro y estoy desapareciendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahi vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4643985456881812888?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4643985456881812888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4643985456881812888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-close-my-eyes-and-remember-place-in.html' title='I close my eyes and remember a place in the Sun where we used to live'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8579734227845491177</id><published>2011-08-23T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:23:13.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell me.. can you tell me.. if there is something better 'cause I know they're always IS</title><content type='html'>Anoche me llevaste de la mano al cuarto a oscuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que menos pensaba salio de tus labios: "tengo miedo". A mi espalda, comprendo, como yo, hay formas de decir las cosas que no nos termine de entregar a la vulnerabilidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despues de meses pensando que es un concurso para ganar la opcion, tristemente en el dialogo nos encontramos con la verdad. Como en analisis, hay que dar espacio y dejar hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dije que aun si tuvieras la libertad de estar conmigo, yo no escogeria estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Preguntaste por que. Con ese tono de asombro.&lt;br /&gt;-"it's not you, it's me" te dije.&lt;br /&gt;-"why? you're perfect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahi esta. Era eso lo que querias saber. Que ganaste todos los requisitos menos el que no libera un espiritu domado?Te das cuenta que lo que esta regulando la interaccion en largo spam de carinios,afectos y tiempos-es algo externo?Lo cual quiere decir que es algo mas interno que tus organos? y que lo sabias desde el principio? que buscas estas relaciones-contratos con fecha de expiracion porque tienes pavor? y que eres una mentira porque juegas al escondite con las relaciones? siempre lo supiste. Lo querias asi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"That's why" I said." Because I am good enough to find somebody to love me with no restrictions and limits. So I have to keep looking. I always want to keep on looking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es cierto.. cuando he parado de buscar?hasta con alguien, I never stopped looking to your face in the crowd-Love-wherever you are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HE-Virgo:there's a limit to your love-like a waterfall in slow motion-ALWAYS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo solo pienso en la teoria del rodeo de miradas. En que la mentira tiene que acabarse para poder buscar dentro de la verdad, y encontrarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dudes que siempre consigues lo que buscas. Pero debes buscar lo que de verdad quieres, para que lo que encuentras resuene adentro con autenticidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso en Urano, y como nos invita siempre a encontrarnos, a ser libremente, a la autenticidad y a que es el punto de quiebre en nuestra sinastria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso como puede un espiritu estar tan domado y contenido (asc Virgo), y pienso que su espiritu escogio estar conceptualizado y muy bien sellado en un cuerpo-tierra (Saturno conj Asc). Pero que un dia explotara algo muy hermoso, aunque no este alli para verlo. Su Neptuno y Nodo Sur me  lo cuentan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como puedo yo, que jamas me he conformado, que siempre me he revelado por decir lo que pienso y he dejado todo por.. estar con alguien que tiene la vida pre-determinada sin animos ni defensas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta era la obra, el nudo, desenlace, respuesta. Y te la diste tu misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8579734227845491177?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8579734227845491177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8579734227845491177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/can-you-tell-me-can-you-tell-me-if.html' title='Can you tell me.. can you tell me.. if there is something better &apos;cause I know they&apos;re always IS'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1705191131512371150</id><published>2011-08-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:03:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que no gane el insomnio-de estas noches separados.&lt;br /&gt;Pido a toda Luz: a mi energia, cara,cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Parar de inmediato de ver sus alienaciones. Step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu movida nena, tu vida. La de nadie mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estructura s'il vous plait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1705191131512371150?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1705191131512371150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1705191131512371150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-no-gane-el-insomnio-de-estas-noches.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8311224612029831085</id><published>2011-08-22T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T12:07:06.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy escuchamos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bP7uHhW5OxE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que tendria que sufrir por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; total yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;de la nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quise darte mi amor suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; un poco de mi tienes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Para bien para mal para la eternidad para irte de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; para bien para mal para la enternidad para irte de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Por que tendria que llorar por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; total si de cualquier manera viajas en mi suavemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tu beso fue la fuente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Para bien para mal para la enternidad para irte de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jode mil veces y hasta el infinito, tomar conciencia de que todo lo diste porque quisiste, y todo lo que tienes te lo procuraste.&lt;br /&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manejelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotofire sal de este cuerpo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8311224612029831085?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8311224612029831085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8311224612029831085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/hoy-escuchamos.html' title='Hoy escuchamos..'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bP7uHhW5OxE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2396081099119164832</id><published>2011-08-21T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:41:57.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='north node'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elizabeth spings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturn return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saturno directo'/><title type='text'>I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of Stars</title><content type='html'>"Approaching your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturn Return&lt;/span&gt; you will feel a shift from the holding of youthful illusions and magical thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to a more grounded mature movement of the Soul towards its own destiny&lt;/span&gt;. And of course, all this happens both consciously and unconsciously.Sometimes for example, it could mean a shift from holding onto a romantic illusion of falling in love with the Magical Other-to learn truly love the people who are in our lives now. Or we might reconsider what "loving" means for us, and what form real love could take in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word to consider here is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Destiny"&lt;/span&gt;. This is a strangely vague word-different from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fate"&lt;/span&gt;which implies pre-ordained. Whereas Destiny comes from Latin verb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"destinere" &lt;/span&gt;meaning :&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to determine,and implies making choices&lt;/span&gt;-In Greek, the etymology of destiny is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proeiroismus"&lt;/span&gt; which means to flow withing relatively fixed but changeable boundaries, as a river may flow. Whereas&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fate&lt;/span&gt; is derived from the Latin noun, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"fatum"&lt;/span&gt; meaning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "to speak of divine law".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here we have something outside our ability to influence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So destiny implies choices and determination+And we make choices so often based on Desire, which means "of the stars" in Latin. Jim Hollins say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Desire help us guide our ship across the wine dark sea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Saturn Return by Elizabeth Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about if you're 28+29+30+31 years old while listening to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Night&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morphine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you like my crossing the deep blue sea in the middle of the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our North Node be the guide, may Desire ignite our Soul spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2396081099119164832?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2396081099119164832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2396081099119164832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-hope-youre-waiting-for-me-across-your.html' title='I hope you&apos;re waiting for me across your carpet of Stars'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5788526495925687293</id><published>2011-08-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:44:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El problema de el es la inercia.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi virtud siempre ha sido la fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;que se revela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me ha gustado las cosas asi justo como estan&lt;br /&gt;siempre hay algo que modificar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inercia entonces es como tener el espiritu domado-dormido&lt;br /&gt;y yo siempre he deseato tanto&lt;br /&gt;siempre me caliento-me enfrio y no puedo quedarme quieta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aparentemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(siempre)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo esta moviendo y removiendo al Ego adentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5788526495925687293?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5788526495925687293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5788526495925687293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/el-problema-de-el-es-la-inercia.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-165301070650312136</id><published>2011-08-20T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:55:51.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='electrelane'/><title type='text'>The greater times</title><content type='html'>"Do you remember when you were a child then ?&lt;br /&gt;And you laughed when you looked at the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no meaning anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're floating in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that we are older now&lt;br /&gt;It's just our heads are butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you the one that I've been waiting for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know what love means anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since I found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm tearing down the walls, the walls, the walls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one that I've been waiting for ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reza Electrelane in "The Greater times"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really.. cuanta fuerza me queda para seguir rompiendo paredes que nos son las mias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey.. I've been dealing with so much for so long que mis paredes fueron demolidas a fuerza a traves de los años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no meaning anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to help you see through ur walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, you're not the one that I've been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-165301070650312136?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/165301070650312136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/165301070650312136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/greter-times.html' title='The greater times'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3486422151171574321</id><published>2011-08-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:53:49.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sag North Node</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says sometimes I let the Devil inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really think I'm made of stone, baby, come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire. I am made of fire&lt;br /&gt; .. And I'm always good for a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3486422151171574321?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3486422151171574321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3486422151171574321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/sag-north-node.html' title='Sag North Node'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1735082365753592711</id><published>2011-08-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T12:38:53.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Veo en la cara de los viajantes las sonrisas mas felices,&lt;br /&gt;las lineas mas hermosas&lt;br /&gt;los mensajes que los dioses esperan que entreguemos en la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilo de amor infinito, para nadie-para todos.&lt;br /&gt;El viajante lo ama todo y no se apega a nada.&lt;br /&gt;Viaja ligero y se lleva todo en el corazon&lt;br /&gt;que sin embargo es una pluma&lt;br /&gt;y ligero es su paso al andar.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos de la mano les quieren tomar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las sonrisas mas felices&lt;br /&gt;las fotos mas luminosas&lt;br /&gt;los recuerdos desaturados&lt;br /&gt;la sombre perfecta&lt;br /&gt;y todo esto R-evolucionando su mente y cuore&lt;br /&gt;hacen que tengan los sueños mas alucinantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1735082365753592711?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1735082365753592711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1735082365753592711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/veo-en-la-cara-de-los-viajantes-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8025086373233983223</id><published>2011-08-13T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T14:08:06.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flores salvajes&lt;br /&gt;a veces&lt;br /&gt;*de momento*&lt;br /&gt;todo cambia muy rapido&lt;br /&gt;hay pupilas sedientas&lt;br /&gt;y manos llenas de hartazgo&lt;br /&gt;Pero la noche cae igual&lt;br /&gt;y te trae de vuelta&lt;br /&gt;then everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8025086373233983223?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8025086373233983223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8025086373233983223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/flores-salvajes-veces-de-momento-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4594677284566331848</id><published>2011-08-13T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T13:21:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortage</title><content type='html'>Quiero saber si lo que esta pasando es una sola cosa o 2 diferentes, lo cual cambiaria todo el panorama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entro otras cosas: Hay Luna Llena, hay risas, chocolates y abrazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que  todo es tan efimero y un dia nos va a despertar la Luz de otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pero nunca nadie que te adore como yo lo hago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4594677284566331848?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4594677284566331848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4594677284566331848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/shortage.html' title='Shortage'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-970730345104174434</id><published>2011-08-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:44:53.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shepperd of the stary hearts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers.'/><title type='text'>We are healing(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silence, convince the lovers in their sheets to move in mists&lt;br /&gt;of effortlessness together as they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd shy when I'd see you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We were here at the same time in the same town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for answers from the ocean waves.&lt;br /&gt;"If it's meant to be then it will be," they said.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Magnets find each other and I will be your lover and I will be your lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I oh I oh why oh why oh why?"&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-970730345104174434?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/970730345104174434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/970730345104174434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-are-healing2.html' title='We are healing(2)'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5411002486419676255</id><published>2011-08-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:41:32.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peppermint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers.'/><title type='text'>We are healing(1)</title><content type='html'>"we're gonna be waiting for a long time, but it'll be worth it when we  find what we find. and we won't be frightened and we won't be nervous.  it'll be perfect and right. we'll find god in our lover's arms. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we find  god in our lover's arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're gonna be healing for a long time, but we won't be sleepless and  we'll get better each night.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'cause we're not afraid of dying. we're  afraid of one day never to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you set your heart out in the graveyard.  go get your heart back from the great beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your milk tastes like breaking- and your wrists smell of peppermint. i know  you carry your sadness on your back like a tortoise as protection. and  you sleep with your blanket that you found on the pavement and you cling  to it. and you wanna be righteous and you wanna find god but nothing's  come yet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;but I've read your stars in a mason jar&lt;/span&gt; and you'll make love  in the backyard.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; we'll find god in our lover's arms. we'll redefine god  as something that we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;redefine god as something you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redefine God as something that you ARE.&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/3810750632861723510-5411002486419676255?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5411002486419676255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5411002486419676255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-are-healing1.html' title='We are healing(1)'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8012538164604941124</id><published>2011-08-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T10:34:06.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desire is the wave of potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denial is the wall of potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ateeentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8012538164604941124?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8012538164604941124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8012538164604941124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/desire-is-wave-of-potential-vs-denial.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6324468881363770707</id><published>2011-08-12T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T03:38:12.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercurio Retrogrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viernes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y ya las palabras en mi boca son solo hartazgo&lt;br /&gt;y yo lo que quiero es que se me revienten los labios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6324468881363770707?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6324468881363770707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6324468881363770707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/y-ya-las-palabras-en-mi-boca-son-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-6260797484771364478</id><published>2011-08-08T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:07:46.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola soy Marte en Cancer. Te martilleo la casa, te reviento las tuberias.&lt;br /&gt;Me enseñaste a masterizar el modo pasivo agresivo&lt;br /&gt;y ahora soy una fuerza natural contenida en un cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me toques, cariño-hay algo adentro a punto de explotar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to believe in-You don't know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-6260797484771364478?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6260797484771364478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/6260797484771364478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/hola-soy-marte-en-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8897473286881744910</id><published>2011-08-08T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:55:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trata de recordarme&lt;br /&gt;que hay vidas que nacen separadas&lt;br /&gt;y miles de personalidades.-&lt;br /&gt;Tratare de recordar las miles de voces&lt;br /&gt;y caras donde encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;en un mundo nuevo&lt;br /&gt;que yo sola dibuje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nueva piel s'il vous plait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme con estrenos. Fast forward a Octubre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8897473286881744910?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8897473286881744910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8897473286881744910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/trata-de-recordarme-que-hay-vidas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-5683670540012433919</id><published>2011-08-08T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:54:05.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tengamos fe. Electrelane nos salva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que en el movimiento encuentre la calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-5683670540012433919?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5683670540012433919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/5683670540012433919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/tengamos-fe.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-7127967008627283869</id><published>2011-08-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T15:53:30.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My will is Good</title><content type='html'>El dolor debe parar&lt;br /&gt;La muerte&lt;br /&gt;La incertidumbre&lt;br /&gt;El abismo en la panza&lt;br /&gt;Dejar ir para empezar a SER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El miedo debe parar&lt;br /&gt;la inmovilidad&lt;br /&gt;el tiovivo&lt;br /&gt;todo debe parar.&lt;br /&gt;Me  quiero bajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en serio, esto no da para mucho mas&amp;gt;Saturno dejame en paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-7127967008627283869?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7127967008627283869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/7127967008627283869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-will-is-good.html' title='My will is Good'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-2664701569243777721</id><published>2011-08-08T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T07:49:06.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marte cuadratura Urano'/><title type='text'>I sit here like a loaded gun-Marte sqaures Uranus</title><content type='html'>Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;Si elijo no me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mas el retorno a la suplica al cielo. I am in control of this.&lt;br /&gt;This is me-here and now.&lt;br /&gt;El.por.venir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo presion hay gran potencial, solo si tengo espacio para moverme.&lt;br /&gt;Something for myself&lt;br /&gt;Hare el espacio hacia adentro para empujar hacia afuera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-2664701569243777721?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2664701569243777721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/2664701569243777721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-sit-here-like-loaded-gun-marte.html' title='I sit here like a loaded gun-Marte sqaures Uranus'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1150776968418196203</id><published>2011-08-07T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T11:28:02.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estemos bien con las cosas como van&lt;br /&gt;estemos agradecidos con las cosas como estan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo que llueve y no ves el horizonte son para escuchar Marissa Nadler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1150776968418196203?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1150776968418196203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1150776968418196203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/estemos-bien-con-las-cosas-como-van.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-9053150019628100521</id><published>2011-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T19:04:39.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You remind me of something-song that I and you sing me back to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lustrous as a panther in her season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your winged breast takes you to soothe distant yearnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But hides the vast dimensions of your heart's temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lustful beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In your eyes I see apparitions of endless pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On your lips I taste the fruits of want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I wallow in the rich scent of night drifting over your noble flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinking into you I breach the surface of eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once I was your word and your chalice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You sipped of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Though I would have filled you to overflowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Once I was your cloth and your conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You offered your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As I embraced the nakedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Of your invisible confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now there is no veil of innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only the exquisite truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We are one creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wearing a crown of many heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are the SKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Full, ripe and wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am THUNDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forever moving in and through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Exploding... ever and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Like a rage of wild embers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into your bath of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recibo este poema justo en este momento que me veo con otra fuerza. And so it is. Is always a beautiful journey to come back to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy agradecido debe estar aquel en quien confias compartir tu grandeza, pues nadie es dios para entregarle en manos tu destino. Nunca te olvides niña, por eso andamos errantes, justo antes de llegar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche mas oscura, mas oscura sin ella. So come back from the great beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay que abrir los ojos-siempre- a lo que de verdad quieres en tu vida. La comodidad es la renuncia a la busqueda, a la idea, al todo que eres y que seras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-9053150019628100521?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9053150019628100521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/9053150019628100521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-remind-me-of-something-song-that-i.html' title='You remind me of something-song that I and you sing me back to myself'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-8926172529619778983</id><published>2011-08-06T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T16:01:27.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inminente&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable&lt;br /&gt;Muerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son mis palabras favoritas ahora. Y actualizo, mucho- sin que nadie me lea.&lt;br /&gt;Esto es terapia, que es lo mismo que recoger las piezas siniestras de nuestras desdichas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving (on) times are always hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Son momentos en que las lagrimas caen sin si quiera pestañear&lt;br /&gt;-Momentos de muchos movimientos muy poco redentores&lt;br /&gt;-Mucha musica, si. Volver a la melodia.&lt;br /&gt;-La balanza entre lo que valoras y lo que no&lt;br /&gt;-Botar mil y un cosas&lt;br /&gt;-Desapegarse&lt;br /&gt;-Soltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-8926172529619778983?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8926172529619778983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/8926172529619778983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/inminente-inevitable-muerte-son-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4312720640655576135</id><published>2011-08-05T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:32:04.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love will find you in the end</title><content type='html'>Tu y yo y el todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tanto leer me pongo existencialista. Lo vi todo en mis sueños, en la madrugada.Muertos de miedo los 2 como nuestras caras querian explotar en miles de palabras; anoche. Lo vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primera vez que lo siento, primera vez que no puedo decir absolutamente nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo esta a punto de estallar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;Quiero decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•No hay enemigo. Es el incosciente que no para ni un put* dia y sus patrones automaticos.&lt;br /&gt;•Denial es una burbuja que no deja que esa debilidades emergan al incosciente claramente para cambiarlas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asi sin congruencia, je sais. Estoy esperando que el link Sol-Saturno hoy me de fuerzas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4312720640655576135?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4312720640655576135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4312720640655576135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/true-love-will-find-you-in-end.html' title='True Love will find you in the end'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4811394458717142577</id><published>2011-08-04T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:06:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does our place in heaven worth give up this kisses? this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4811394458717142577?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4811394458717142577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4811394458717142577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/does-our-place-in-heaven-worth-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-1502263937757315564</id><published>2011-08-04T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:02:22.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of you.</title><content type='html'>Nunca habia estado tan presa, pero nunca tan libre. Lo que tengo son estas lineas. Mi salida al mundo es inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo aprender a no cambiar un tirano-re querido por otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche te mostrare Sedna in the sky. Luna en Libra estara muy cerca de Saturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabras, angel, que siempre seras mi Saturno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were that constellation in the sky. Constantly in the darkness, how's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me puedo ir, porque por fin podria quedarme y apostarlo todo. Irme contigo para no volver.&lt;br /&gt;Porque hice las pases con las ideas para mi futuro y no me dio miedo amarte&lt;br /&gt;a-marte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-1502263937757315564?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1502263937757315564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/1502263937757315564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/case-of-you.html' title='A case of you.'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-3895192878612136242</id><published>2011-08-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T13:50:28.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was younger then.. I had nothing to spend, but time on you. Neptuno vuelve de Piscis a Acuario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="484737220397583316"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bitsounds.blogspot.com/2010/11/157-4-anos.html"&gt;#157&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mtrSIPiNvBA/TP5bEDSkmYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/NCG6uW7q5Xw/s1600/bitsound157_4anos_m.png" alt="8" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="right"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="200"&gt; Guardar   [&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/bitsound157/bitsound157.mp3"&gt;MP3&lt;/a&gt;|&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/bitsound157/bitsound157.zip"&gt;ZIP&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;     &lt;table&gt;                                             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; 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[Puzzle, 2010] &lt;a href="http://www.amiina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Info&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remitase al minuto 17:15 donde todo se explica y mi alma Neptuniana estalla en mil pedazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo pense que esto era el sentimiento, with No Light. Mientras los sueños que nada cuestan crecen y se mecen el la idealizacion, cada tropiezo era para hacernos mas fuertes. Una pega de Saturno en Libra aca y alla, estabamos mas juntos, y los gustos ya no existian, nada podria separarnos.&lt;br /&gt;Estaba totalmente convencida que nuestras almas estaban en una sintonia que se unia en lo imperceptible de nuestras cartas con ganchos karmicos: el Vortex, Juno, punto Ascendente y Descendente. Todo parecia indicar que alguien tenia algo que pagar and I was up for the lesson and the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bien lo dijo Wallick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything that man dreams of making come true as  well as everything that man thinks is true, even though it isn’t, comes  under the influence of Neptune.&lt;/em&gt; – Robert Hand, from &lt;em&gt;Planets in Transit"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a style="color: #003399;" href="http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/#ixzz1U5u5u6mb"&gt;http://planetwaves.net/pagetwo/#ixzz1U5u5u6mb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neptuno en Piscis era la busqueda del Personal Jesus, el Salvador vendria pronto. Como una calcomania de los 90's que decian "Cristo viene" pero pegada al cuore y a neon intermitente. Tantas carencias.&lt;br /&gt;Asi que nos entregamos como una mision al otro y al mismo tiempo tomamos una responsabilidad no solicitada de tomar cuidado de el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         (damn u Neptune)(damn u Saturn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos en esta onda-olas agua-emociones de querer sentir el peso. Pero ciclos van y ciclos vienen, y pedimos mas que milagros, sentirnos seriecitas y responsables de nuestros vicios+debilidades y virtudes. Aka: queremos al menos- señales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche Neptuno se devolvio a Acuario como diciendo: Solaris no existe-not yet- y no hay salvador, no hay sueños magicos por lo que no se haya trabajado antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sleep apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñe que estaba en otro pais y lo unico que queria sentir en mis manos era la piel del cuadernito que tiene mi pasaporte. Esto para una Sagitario es way too much of an omen. Estaba in single mode y bailando mucho con muchos. Mucha piel, mucha carne, donde todo ocurre. Estaba con un chico que jamas habia visto corriendo bajo la lluvia para saltar a un barquito que nos llevaba a otro lado. So.. I think the journey will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me desperte resfriada por la lluvia rebelde y como si me hubieran sacado el alma del cuerpo. Neptuno esta fuera de mi y es como una resaca pero con muchas ganas de sobriedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llamas y notas que estoy obviamente enferma. Pero no quiero que vengas a salvarme, no puedes. No puedes perderme mas? can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solaris no existe. Y lo que quiero es el control de movimiento sin seguir un latido del corazon. Lo que quiero es perder este miedo a la caida libre y confiar en el Universo. Quiero poder imaginarte con lo que necesitas y no con mis caprichos a cuestas. Quiero darte toda la Libertad y falta de peso que siempre he pedido. Lo que quiero es que recuperes tus valores y costumbres. Lo que quiero es tenerme a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You miss me? I miss me too. Don't say you will come and save me, when all I want to be is lost in lust (and in love, if I ever get to grab some).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sobrevivimos y navegamos todo sera cierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambio y fuera off to the sky where I'll soon fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-3895192878612136242?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3895192878612136242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/3895192878612136242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-was-younger-then-i-had-nothing-to.html' title='I was younger then.. I had nothing to spend, but time on you. Neptuno vuelve de Piscis a Acuario'/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mtrSIPiNvBA/TP5bEDSkmYI/AAAAAAAAB2M/NCG6uW7q5Xw/s72-c/bitsound157_4anos_m.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810750632861723510.post-4241760798569396898</id><published>2011-08-03T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:05:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noches como hoy que estoy justo de ese humor me pregunto cuando,donde,como me comprometi con las Leyes Universales  de Causa y Efecto+Karma-Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is such a bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaria yo ayunando a otras horas, comiendo otro tipo de dulces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llenando lo que queda de los 27 de pequeños (but not underage) placeres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibrame, que me muero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810750632861723510-4241760798569396898?l=emmanebula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4241760798569396898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810750632861723510/posts/default/4241760798569396898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emmanebula.blogspot.com/2011/08/noches-como-hoy-que-estoy-justo-de-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>Emma was an angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00990292048825198462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/f40/taca3/comments.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
