tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90540953130866461082012-01-26T14:13:36.890+01:00Cristina M. Ch.https://profiles.google.com/112360737585263929025noreply@blogger.comBlogger3931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9054095313086646108.post-46264126093041994212012-01-04T14:04:00.002+01:002012-01-04T14:04:14.074+01:00

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Happy 2012! Or, at least, happy start of 2012. I hope this year bring so much health and happiness to all that special people who is in my life and are important to me. I hope you don't feel only happiness but satisfaction, to find a job for those who haven't one and to keep the one for those lucky ones who have. I hope health will be always in each home and that a smile will never be

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"Ahh, if I was L. Da Vinci... how many things would I tell you and you wouldn't notice!" (October, 22nd)

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Topic XII: Supernatural Powers. Date: December, 3rd to 10th. Choosen by: Engi Amin More about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. Who hasn't been asked at least once - who didn't wonder once - which supernatural power he/she would prefers among others? Voluntary

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When I was a child, I use to think that, when I grow older I would prefer beer to Coke, seeds to candies, a drink to a big ice-cream cup (with lot of cream and chocolate sticks). When I was a child, I use to think that, when I was in my twenties, someone would fall madly in love with me and I would fall madly in love with him. And after that, I supposed many, many other things. When I was a

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And life will pass, without I can feel it. And it will pass by me, little by little, slyly and by stealth, so I can't prevent it, so everything would be easier. And, whenever I look back, I will realize that after all, not only it would have pass being unnoticed and adding years to my history, but they would have been used to achieve a perfection which doesn't exists, a scheme, a dream, an 

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My life's situation didn't change, my attitude did. Everything remains the same around me and, however, it seems like I have been moved to a parallel universe where, suddenly, I'm having fun, I'm getting good news, I am developing my creativity. It's not just that I start taking care of myself, my health and my looks and I'm feeling good, it's not just that (as you already know) I'm learning

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We all have dreams, impossible dreams, improbable dreams, dreams which depends on our own effort and childhood dreams. One of my childhood dream have always being able to skate (but I never had the courage to learn). And years passed by. And I relegated it to a place between the impossibility and melancholy. But then and, suddenly, almost not being conscious about it, yesterday I found

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"Only" in Spain and "only" along 2011, 48 women has been victims of the so called "Gender Violence", which end up with their death. 48 women, many of whom had denunciate being mistreated, others didn't because they were probably too scared or had nowhere to go and some of which even had some restraining orders... all was useless. Today, in the Spanish Day Against Violence Toward Women, I

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Don't stop visiting me in dreams. Not because I could forget you, but because it's the only place where your world and my world are one. I love you, I will love you forever. Wherever you are, don't forget the ones who doesn't forget you. (September, 19th at 16.14)

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Who knows I have a spot just besides the armpit? In the big toe side? Just abouve my heart? Who knows I sometimes feel scared? that sometimes I collapse? that sometimes I remember you? Who knows how do I smell like? How do I feel like? What do I dream about?  Who knows? Do you know? Don't fool yourself (I did warn you); you can't know me, even if you want to... even if I want

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"I just got an idea. It's such a good idea, I think this time it could work. I am thinking that... no, wait. I will change only those things that made everything fail, as soon as I reach there... as soon as I become who I once was, I will be the one I'm now because I will have the knowledge I got from experience. I'm thinking that, when I success, everything would be different. Fine. First step

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Egyptian Revolution is back, stronger than ever. From here, I send all my support to the people who is fighting the SCAF. Because of Democracy. Because of Freedom. Because of Justice. Because of Legitimacy.

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It's the time to choose, between stay with you or lose it all. Between keeping other stories's frayed memories or start from zero. It's the time to choose between looking forward or nail the feet into the ground, as roots that reaching electricity. (October, 18th)

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I didn't go to "Samir and Aly", I didn't go up to the Moqattam nor visit the pyramids, I didn't eat at Chili's nor hawawshy somewhere in Downtown. The thing is I didn't bring a henna tattoo nor halawa, nor tamr hindi, nor sweets from "Le Poire". And all this made me feel during part of the trip that, somehow, I hadn't planify well enough my stay in Cairo. Now I know that... ...I didn't

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Funny video in English/French of cliches about French people.  Here you can also read a post I wrote about Stereotypes, just a while ago.  Enjoy!

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Feeling fear is humanly natural when you imagine losing a person you love so much and who is so, so important for you. Then you try to be positive and trust your intuition, but there is always a soft voice in the background, that hateful soft voice in the background which keeps repeating things you don't wanna hear and get to introduce fear between your skin and your muscle, between the (body)

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There are things you'll never know. A lot. So much. Probably, because you're the kind of person who wouldn't even notice if this was meant for you. Maybe, because even if I write it here, you would never read it. And then, it would be you to blame for not even trying, more than mine for trying to hide it between a post and another. But, at the end, I would have say it, it would be written,

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In days like today, in nights like this one, I would like my blog to be invisible, infinite and invisible, if that makes any sense. In this moment I would love to write being sure that no one else is gonna read it, that other eyes than mine wouldn't read these lines, word by word, letter by letter. I want my thoughts to be only mine so you can't sink into them, I want what I think and feel in

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Throughout life there are many situations that we face, spiced with goals, with ignorance, with experience. Over the years we realize that, although sometimes you may feel overwhelmed by uncertainty, it does not last forever, for there is nothing that lasts forever in life. Even life. If this could be materialized, it could become a path (perhaps mountainous) full of curves, whose sides were

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1.- The Misstress of Spices (2005).2.- Another Earth (2011).

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I forgave mistakes almost unforgivable; I tried to replace people irreplaceable; I tried to forget people unforgettable; I already did things for impulse I have disappointed some people, and I have been disappointed by others. I have hugged to protect someone I have laughed when I couldn’t I have made friends forever I have loved and I have been loved, But I have also been rejected. I have

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It happened again. I've lost count of how many times has this happened to me and, although a priori it may seem coincidence or casualty, I am starting to think it's not. I dreamed of deaths, births, I have dreamed of goodbyes and reconciliations. I dreamed of meetings, I dreamed of moments. And I've dreamed of all these specific situations before they happen. It doesn't happens always or even

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Can life change so, so (so much) in just a year? Christmas is coming, my favourite time of the year, a moment in which I use to feel a mix of illusion, hope and stability, which I usually miss in other times of the year. The point is that this year, Christmas thoughts came anticipated, overtook me, starting much earlier than usual. Outside, the wind is random and bizarre, almost forced.

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         I got a Facebook page. But not now or few days ago, actually it is like two or three months old already. Weird I didn't comment on it, isn't it? If you like Photography, just give it a try. www.facebook.com/cristinaEYF Come in and feel like at home

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Happy feast to all Muslims on the world. I wish, I wish! that all dictatorships that still dominates some countries will fall soon like Mubarak, Bin Ali, Qaddafi did. And that, by next feast, the list of free countries will be longer. Kol Sana wenta tayeb, kol Sana wenti tayeba.

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When did that happen? that I didn't even notice. When writing become such a big effort, with which result I don't use to feel satisfied? I didn't use to... it never used to be like this. Usually, I just needed a piece of paper (or a keyboard) and some words to place as it please me, to create magic. Now, I barely can, I barely am able to express what I wanna say and, when I get it, it's like...

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I know that little hairy monster which ears are hovering. I can see him coming, maybe because I know him too well, because in a way or another, he's always around. Sometimes, if I concentrate, I can smell him and it's a bitter and metallic fragance. However, other times he try to trick me, he hides and I can almost believe it, believe he is gone. But it's not true. It's not true. He never

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Topic VII: SocialismDate: October, 21th to 28th.Choosen by: Noor el-TerkMore about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. I'm not one of those people who feel a special interest about politics, even I know that saying this is not something "right" to say. However, my lack of

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Where go all those words when, unnecesary, self-conscious, untimely, are never said? There would be a place for all of them in which, once forgotten or silenced, erased, not heard, could rest, retrain, become new thoughts? Many are the words, thoughts that remain silent because we don't find the chance or the right moment, because we think they will be misinterpreted, misunderstood, not

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Tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack, tick-tack,

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Sometime ago, the UN failed when trying to make a global survey based on the following question: "What do you think of the food shortages that affects the world?". The reason for failure was related to comprehension difficulties in different regions of the world, because... ... in Asia no one understood what does "opinion" means, ... in Western Europe, nobody understood what does "shortage"

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Topic VII: MisconceptionsDate: October, 14th to 20th.Choosen by: Marwa HassanMore about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. How many people, how many moments has been lost forever, because of a misconception. How many love histories has disappear in the middle of nowhere,

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And I left, knowing I wouldn't see you ever again, wishing with everything I'm, being wrong once again. (September, 7th)

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1.- Zombieland (2009).2.- Spanish Movie (2009).3.- Something Borrowed (2011).4.- Rise of the Planet of the Apes (2011).5.- Cielo.6.- Kick-Ass (2010).7.- The Tree of Life (2011).8.- No Strings Attached (2011).9.- Micmacs (micmacs à tire-larigot, 2009).10.- Horrible Bosses (2009).11.- Super 8 (2011).12.- La Cara oculta (2011).13.- The Debt (2010).14.- La Piel que Habito (2011).15.- The Perfect

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Topic VI: StereotypesDate: October, 7th to 14th.Choosen by: Nema al-ArabyMore about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. Concentrate for a moment and try to visualize a gypsy... a Chinese... a French... a German... an Englishman... an Italian... a Muslim... a Romanian... a

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With stockings rolling at the extreme of my bed, I barely touch them under my winter sheets. A stocks I bough with all the ilusion I could have to complete the clothes for a day that was suppose to change my life. And so it did, to worse, when a "thanks for your time" is everything I got for so much waiting, preparing, day dreaming time. At the end, it's another ilusion that comes to nothing,

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Topic IV: Hijab RemovedDate: September, 23th to 29th.Choosen by: Marwa HassanMore about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic.Hijab: piece of cloth made of cotton, lycra or similar, which is used to cover women's hair because of religious beliefs. Wear the veil. Let it on.

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You are the Winter. The only one I'm able to accept at the moment. Although when you arrive, I will always miss the Fall, the Spring, the Summer.  (September, 13th) 

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From some days ago I don't look at my reflection in the mirror not because I like or dislike what it reflects but because I know what it would show. What a waste of time it would be! Whenever I get up and wash my face, I barely see my reflection and when I come back, exhausted, from my attemp of healthy living undressing to get into the shower just envision my silhouette and its signals.  Still

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At the end the forgotten is a big simulacrum no one knows nor wants even wanting to forget... - Mario Benedetti -

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I feel a terrible fear about time, not about getting old, but for the moment to come when I maybe realize that I didnt know how to live, that I couldn't do everything I wish I did. Even this though hits me often, I usually hide it somewhere in my subconcious. But, if there is something, just one thing, I fear more than that and anything else in the world, then it's forgotten. Not the pain, not

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Topic III: 3o2det elKhawaga Date: September, 16th to 22th.Choosen by: Marwa HassanMore about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. Society is based in tiers, in piramids, in groups, in segments. That makes life easier, right? and in the same way, we classify ourselves by

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1.- Paranormal Activity 2 (2010).2.- Secuestrados (Kidnapped, 2010).3.- Insidious (2010).4.- The Rite (2011)5.- Hunger (2009)6.- Bad Teacher (2011)7.- HappyThankyouMorePlease (2010)8.- Rien à déclarer (2010).9.- Tres metros sobre el cielo (2010).10.- La herencia Valdemar (2010).11.- The Human Centipede (2009).12.- House of Sand and Fog (2003).13.- La chance de ma vie (2010).14.- Up in the Air (

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Topic II: to Forget and to Forgive.Date: September, 9th to 15th.Choosen by: Noor al-Zubaidy More about HBBC and its members here. Please take the time to view the members' blogs just as you viewed mine in order to get different perspectives about the same topic. I don't know if it's related to me being a female or just because I'm cancer, but actually for someone like me, there isn't any other

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HBBC: Half-Baked Bloggers Consortium... ...is a group made by bloggers and non-bloggers from different countries.  Together, we will treat a different topic every week, contributing with diverse opinions about it. Don't lose the chance to visit their blogs, because they have much to say and much to offer to all of us: Abeer Zaki, Ammar Al-Majali, Deppy, Engi Amin, Hagar Haggag, Hanan, Ibhog,

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I remember, like suddenly it was everything I saw in the way between Alexandria and the end of the world, a very humble house that was still standing besides a small creek. The sun, at the sunset, reflected his rays in the goldes shadows of the river and just besides, a man wearing a ghalabiyya, siting on a large cloth over the grass. From not so far away, a woman approached with a container

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Or that's what he thought: A new white taxi-driver who probably hadn't take a shower in quite a long time and which attempts to socialize with me were more than evident. If I start by the beggining I'll say I was in my way home (at the end of Tahrer street, just besides elBehoos Metro Station) from somewhere in Cairo, and as I was late for my appointment, I decided to take a taxi instead of

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Eid Mubarak Sa3id

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A shower, trying not to take too long. Shampoo, soap. Some tonic and body lotion. Desodorant. Colony. Serum. Foam. Blush. Eye-pencil. Check my bag paying attention not to forget anything. Lock with the key, twice. Go down the stairs, avoiding falling. Six floors, with some garbage in its bends. And some cat may cross, meowing for food. Go out to the street, just after a fast last look in the big

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Some days ago, a very special person (Luiz) got me as a gift a very interesting book. Actually, its subject, far away of being treated in a dramatic way (something I hate when it comes to this kind of subjects), pretend to open the eyes of those westerns who see arabic women as opressed and submissive beings, without charachter or opinion. In the first chapter though, I have read something I

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Dear Cristina, shared magic complicity of last weeks has been broken. Because he is too rational. Because he needs something you can't offer,           a kind of relationship which you can't think of. Because he is too fast in taking conclusions. Because you're always the one getting lost. Because you're too different           in your view of life (among other things). Because obstacles,

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Are there any space left for mein your past?

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I would love if you got me a hugs counterfoil with my name; only redeemed by real hugs, hugs between your arms, a blank counterfoil which would only expire when it lose all its meaning.

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Hoy un amigo ha escrito "Aquí no hay extraños, sólo amigos a los que aún no has conocido". Más tarde, otro gran persona ha dicho‎, "todos los hombres y mujeres están conectados por una energia que muchas personas llaman amor, pero que es, de hecho, el material en bruto con el que el Universo fue hecho. Esta energía no puede ser manipulada" (Paulo Coelho).Eso me ha hecho plantearme la posibilidad

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And I say, what about sending the 60 million that costs the Pope's visit to Spain to Somalia to try to save all these malnourished children who are dying? Or what about giving aid to all these Spanish families, unemployed, unable to pay their debts and who are being evicted? Or build schools and hospitals? What if, after all, we use those 60 million euros in charity?

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1.- Horrible Bosses (2011)

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When you less expect it, people you though out of your life, reappear.Something that happened twice in less than a month. Even one of them is already gone (again), even just in a phisical way (I guess).And it's beautiful. You feel happy, then scared, then happy again, and finally so peaceful inside.Becuase somehow you feel you have been given a new chance to enjoy spending some little time more

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This is a video everyone should watch,even if it may hurts,even if it may make you cry (at least, to me).Because we need to be informed properly,to can cut the problem from its originavoiding it as much as possible.

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Because sometimes, when I feel bad or too pesimistic, everything I need is that you give me hope and tell me everything is going to be ok. Because then I feel the possibility that it will be, exists.

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Ramadan Karim!Kol Sana Wentum Tayebin...

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Do not let the day end without having grown a bit, without being happy, without having risen your dreams. Do not let overcome by disappointment. Do not let anyone you remove the right to express yourself, which is almost a duty. Do not forsake the yearning to make your life something special. Be sure to believe that words and poetry it can change the world. Whatever happens, our essence is intact

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1.- Mon Meilleur Ami (2006) 2.- Bombón, el perro (2004)3.- Cloverfield (2008).4.- What happens in Vegas (2008).5.- Unfaithful (2002).6- Mystic River (2003).7.- Ouija (2003).8.- La Vida Alegre (1987).

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Sometimes people leave your life, leaving room for new people to come. Sometimes, that people arrives earlier than expected or too late (how many times have we heard "I hope I had knewn you before!"), but the important thing is they come, they enter in our lifes and sometimes, thanks God, they remain. And sometimes you know people occasionally, because of a trip or in a trip, in the net or in the

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Never knew him, nor he knew me. However, it breaks my heart when I see Ramadan regardes that some of his friends leave on his wall, on one of the of the Egyptian revolution's martyrs's  Facebook profile. And although this could be extrapolated to any of the people murdered in those days, in this post I want to relate to the cousin of a girl I met some months ago, who was in the same time a son,

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Because I said "see you soon", knowing it would be a "goodbye". Because I said "we will be in touch", knowing I wouldn't hear from you again. Because I said "we will meet again" when I actually wanted to say "don't forget me". Because I said "take care" when what I really meant was "I will miss you".

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Let's take a bus which take us to Marsa Matroh. Let's pretend we still can do it, that I still can call you, in this moment or in five minutes, and meet later in Ramses. Let's pretend we still can do it, imagine for a moment that is possible. I would call you and you'd be sleeping and not much later, with your sleepy voice you would laugh and say we still have time. I would prepare a bagpack

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The same sky above both of us, above what we were -and we still are, even we pretend not to noticing -. The same sun shine above both of us who are just a few kilometers apart and then we forget how lucky we are we found each other once again.  Although it wasn't random, no casuality or causation. Although we hardly met, although we met yet I miss you.

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(Will be translated when I'm back to Spain) El Cairo sigue igual que como lo dejé, hace apenas dos veranos.Sus calles, llenas de gente que van de un lado a otro, en relación antagónica con esos que, sentados a las puertas de sus tiendas, ven el tiempo pasar. Mientras beben té. O fuman. O miran a la gente que pasa.Lo cierto es que aparte de los cambios políticos acaecidos este año, todo lo demás

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Moments like I had this evening are which make me kind of sad to travel away home. It's curious. Nostalgia even before I leave. 

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Every single morning, just after washing myself, I head to the kitchen.I take the bread out of the bag, I cut it, I put it in my metallic roaster's mouth. And, until the crispy bread sticks again, I get time  to get the tomato, wash it, dry it, slice it, to get the milk out of the fridge, fulfil my glass, sweeten it, drink a little, to get the salt, to get the oil, to take a knife and a dish, to

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Marwan music has been one of my musical discovers in 2010/2011.Sometimes his voice seems to me like a fixing balm. This is just a song from his many songs... 

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1.- Midnight in Paris (2011). 2.- Unknown (2011).

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I rarely say "goodbye", rarely used goodbyes. I learned very young that the consequences of choosing the wrong words, can lead to irrevocables decisions. Me? I rarely use goodbyes, rarely say "goodbye". Because a goodbye has no way back, a goodbye, like that, got no remedy. "See you soon", "see you later", like there weren't more than a linguistic solution to a goodbye which pretend not to be

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I read what you write without you know it, without you notice it, or that's what I hope. I read once and once again the poems that draws me in the absence. It's sorprising to know than in your daily life there are still time left for my memory. That one which didn't leave yet, that one that will end up vanishing.

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A call sorprising mewhen I least expected it,after so, so long time.Two years has passed by without hearing that laugh.Two hours which looks like twenty minutesAnd so many stories in a brief of our silencesLeaving behind the reproachs,the bad moments, the mistakes.And suddenly, it seems it is yesterdayand tomorrow will never come. And today it seems I'm going to noticethat I'm 22 years old again.

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I collect coins, uncompleted songs, photography (or only images). I collect word written files, silver rings, tickets (cinema, post, at night) and scarves.  I collect memories with you and your stories  and your silences. I collect college credits, and courses overseas, I collect colours and laughs and sadness.  (31th May, 16.20 h.)

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Beauty isn't make up,it's a clean smile,it's a shining eyes.

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The text beyond isn't mine, wasn't writen by me, I just found it in The Monica Bird and I love it so much that I couldn't stop myself to share it in my own blog:  "Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card

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1.- Despicable Me (2010) 2.- Of Murder and Memory (2008). 3.- Someone like you (2001). 4.- Philadelphia (1993). 5.- Liar Liar (1997) 6.- Limitless (2011).

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A storm is coming. But this storm too shall pass. It will be a tornado that takes everything away or it will be a steady drizzle and cold, which will sink to the bone. Perhaps it would destroy everything or maybe just clean the soil for seeding. A seed is coming. Or perhaps the soil is barren harvest where only wildflowers weeds can grow.

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I'm back, finally, with a renovated wish to write. It seems all I needed was "pushing" myselgf to write, to breack that shell which was forbiding me that words made any sense. In last two weeks I wrote way more than in any other time of my life.I started saving drafts, new ideas, articles.In the coming days, a more than probably posts alluvium ;) (29th April, 14.27)

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Today, 21th april 2001, we launch Aparte Magazine, waiting this to be just the first number of so many more yet to come. Aparte Magazine is possible thanks to a dinamic group of youth who cares to fulfill the culture  vacuum, directly to your screen. I will direct and participate actively in Literature section.You can read the articles (only in Spanish) in www.apartemagazine.es and follow us in

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A intervalos enciendo el aire acondicionado. A intervalos, entremezclo la escritura de una pequeña historia con la historia de la gran Fontana di Trevi. A intervalos, pienso en ti. A intervalos, recuerdo que a veces escribiendo puedo olvidarme de todo lo que me rodea, de lo que me hace daño, de lo que me agobia. Pero siempre, siempre me pregunto... ¿qué pasa si un día me olvido de escribir?

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Blog closed temporally,lack of willing and things to say.

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Two years later... ...than you left to go that place no one return from. ...that you left us, missing you. ...that we notice that everything was over. ...after knowing than family would be uncomplete, forever. Two years later, I notice you left without telling you "I love you" Not even once... in my whole life. But I know you knew it, I know you knew it. Whenever you are and, even you can't

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1.- The Fighter (2010). 2.- Symbol (Shinboru, 2009). 3.- Me, myself and Irene (2000). 4.- Never let me go (2010).

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Sevilla's streets are fulfilled of invisibles who are visibles only to clean our conscience on Christmas Days. Second-class citizens for society. 

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pasito a paso, voy llenando mis días de huellas pasito a paso, sin desviarme del camino que marco. Acércate, ven, pasito a paso, yo te espero en el recodo de tus pasos. De los pasos que aún no has dado, los pasos desviados, los pasos que dudan, los que retroceden, los que te harán caer. Ven, acércate, que te espero en los recodos de tus pasos... pasito a paso, sin desviarme del camino que me

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Today my Blog became 4 years old...1461 days later, my purest creation, which is my own thoughts no sweetened.301 posts later, it's still here, a conduit between my heart and your eyes (between my heart and my own eyes)6543 visits that makes a total of 6543 moments in which you wanted to know about me or get info (or you were bored, no idea).Moments of joy, of boredom, of sadness. Moments of

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When I should be working, I find myself wondering if people really think that paper is dispensable... Is it? total and definitely NO. It is not, it isn't dispensable... maybe they can be interchangeable in some cases, but probably won't be better options than paper. Yes, it's fine all this about saving the planet, saving paper, recycling, etc. But who says that technology  factories doesn't

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Después de la rabia,la decepción,la indiferencia más total y absoluta...te echo de menos. Después de intentarlo durante tanto,tanto tiempo.Y darnos cuenta que simplemente no podía ser.Que no éramos compatibles. O que estábamos demasiado lejos.Te echo de menos. Después de sentir de nuevoesa punzada de doloral ver tu foto. Y no estar yo a tu lado. Y, sin embargo sé, que nunca voy a volver a verte.Y

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Because while others relax watching a movie or listening to music, I do write. For writing, I can be what I want to be and, at the same time, it's my little fountain of fullness that brings me peace. And these days that (finally!) I have no time for anything, what I miss the most is writing, typing, letting those real feelings take shape under my fingertips...However, I am still as busy as last

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In the kitchen, with the head barely coming up to the counter, I saw my grandmother preparing sandwiches. She wore a white apron with turquoise and green small flowers on a summer dress. Bread crumbs to my eye, I chose the sandwich filling... Night had fallen and I, showered, ready to leave, was eager... The illusion, the illusion so strong that only a child is able to feel, overflowed into the

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Today, 11th march, is one month exactly of the Day that Egypt was Liberated. So, Im making my very own tribute, posting the letter an egyptian friend and brother wrote me, one of those Egyptian Liberation Hero. "My dearest (...) sister :) .. this might be the last time I write to you... I was planning to spend the night in Tahrir today. However, the people has decided to go to the presidential

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Owning a cinema ticket and a fulfilled stomach of rich Sevillian breakfast. The time we took to arrive, flyes away. The miles seemed to run low our feet, caressing our heels. Playing music, the sunlight streamed in, greedy, through the glass.Reaching was not difficult.And I found stone steps turned into a sandy carpet.The remains of a tower stranded on the shore.The sky, overcast, the air, cold,

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Retaking the weekly pictures :) Week 15. A photo of you and someone you love.http://aishamx.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekly-photos-list.html

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