<?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-11858576</id><updated>2012-01-17T16:11:08.107+01:00</updated><category term='Fotos'/><category term='Yoga'/><category term='English'/><category term='Blog'/><title type='text'>La memoria de las flores</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>269</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-813026616950523452</id><published>2012-01-17T16:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:11:08.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to a new adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class='posterous_autopost'&gt;&lt;div class='p_embed p_image_embed'&gt; 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It is just a comment on the current state of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always the same. When I'm busiest it's when I feel most creative. I come up with a thousand projects, plots for stories, things to make, places to go to, pictures to take... but I have to set priorities. First there's what I must do, then what I like to do. I visualize how my day or my week is going to go and I always seem to stretch time, deform it and adapt it to my own needs... But I commit, I'm willing to make the effort because one way or another, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like&lt;/span&gt; to do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is that time doesn't stretch like I'd like it to most of the times. Things that I thought would take a few minutes or hours don't take so little most of the times. And my body doesn't withstand the relentless pace I'd like it to work on most of the times. Like in the Simpsons movie "work, work! up, up! down, down! rest, rest!" while I flog my sleep deprived subconscience with a whip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are sayings in many languages to describe this state: "el que  mucho abarca, poco aprieta", "to bite off more than one can chew",  "avoir les yeux plus gros que le ventre"... You catch my drift. That's what happens to me sometimes. I try to do everything and I fall short, I fall asleep on the way, I beat myself while the pen falls from my hand. But I don't think I'll ever stop doing it. Most of the times the creative explosion is so huge my hand cannot be fast enough to write all the ideas that run through my brain. That surge is what keeps me going, what makes me hopeful that one day I'll be able to balance all my priorities and to stretch time like a chewing gum, limitless. That day I'll be invincible. That day I'll be in charge of all of my superpowers. That day I'll ride the wave and no one will get me down. In the meantime, I do what any other "hero" would do in my situation: I practice and practice to achieve mastery and utter understanding of my abilities to their full extent. I just hope Santa won't bring kriptonite for me.&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/11858576-8939242960335028713?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8939242960335028713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8939242960335028713' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8939242960335028713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8939242960335028713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-dia-8-compromise-commitment.html' title='NaBloPoMo día 8 - Compromise, commitment'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5666741444300654418</id><published>2011-11-14T10:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:10:32.305+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo día 8 - Compromiso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advertencia&lt;/span&gt;: este post puede parecer una excusa, pero no lo es, es sólo un comentario sobre el estado de las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me pasa igual. Cuando tengo mucho que hacer es cuando más creativa me siento. Se me ocurren mil proyectos, ideas para historias, cosas que hacer, sitios que visitar, fotos que hacer... pero entonces tengo que establecer prioridades. Primero está lo que tengo que hacer, y luego lo que me gusta hacer. Visualizo cómo va a ser mi día o mi semana y siempre parece que el tiempo se estira, se deforma, se adapta a mis necesidades... Pero me lo propongo, estoy dispuesta a hacer el esfuerzo, porque al fin y al cabo esas cosas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me gustan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que no siempre el tiempo se estira como a mí me gustaría, no siempre lo que pensé que me llevaría unos minutos o unas horas me lleva sólo ese tiempo, y no siempre mi cuerpo aguanta el ritmo implacable que me gustaría imponerle. Como en la película de los Simpson "¡trabajar, trabajar! ¡subir, subir! ¡bajar, bajar! ¡descansar, descansar!" mientras pego a mi subconsciente aletargado por la falta de sueño con un látigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existen dichos en muchos los idiomas para definir este estado: "el que mucho abarca, poco aprieta", "to bite off more than one can chew", "avoir les yeux plus gros que le ventre"... Ya me entendéis. Muchas veces es lo que me pasa a mí. Intento hacerlo todo y me quedo corta, me duermo por el camino, me flagelo mientras se me cae el boli de la mano. Pero no creo que deje de hacerlo nunca. La mayoría de las veces, la explosión de creatividad que vivo es tan grande que no me da tiempo a escribir en un papel todas las cosas que se me ocurren. Ese subidón es lo que me impulsa a seguir a delante, lo que me da la esperanza de que algún día conseguiré equilibrar todas mis prioridades y conseguiré alargar el tiempo como un chicle boomer, interminable. Ese día seré invencible. Ese día me haré cargo de todos mis superpoderes. Ese día cabalgaré la ola y nadie podrá bajarme. Mientras tanto, hago lo que cualquier "hero" en mi situación haría, practico y practico para conseguir dominar y entender la extensión completa de mis capacidades. Sólo espero que los Reyes no me traigan kriptonita.&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/11858576-5666741444300654418?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5666741444300654418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5666741444300654418' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5666741444300654418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5666741444300654418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-dia-8-compromiso.html' title='NaBloPoMo día 8 - Compromiso'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-509425369842329913</id><published>2011-11-09T23:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:52:17.212+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo day 3 - On time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are days when you do a thousand things and still, when you arrive home at the end of the day, you feel like you've wasted your time. "I've spent a life in the subway", "the bus was so slow today", "I always get on the slow line at the store"... we all know those days.&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know why, but whenever I spend several hours at a bar with a good friend, I never feel like I've wasted my evening.&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/11858576-509425369842329913?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/509425369842329913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=509425369842329913' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/509425369842329913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/509425369842329913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-day-3-on-time.html' title='NaBloPoMo day 3 - On time'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2382509453686461945</id><published>2011-11-09T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:30:55.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo día 3 - Sobre el tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hay días en los que haces mil cosas y aún así, cuando llegas a casa por la tarde-noche, tienes la sensación de haber perdido el tiempo. "He pasado mil años en el metro", "el autobús no iba lo bastante deprisa", "siempre me toca la cola lenta en el súper"... todos conocemos esos días.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, no sé por qué, cuando paso varias horas metida en una cafetería con un buen amigo nunca vuelvo a casa pensando que he perdido la tarde.&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/11858576-2382509453686461945?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2382509453686461945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2382509453686461945' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2382509453686461945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2382509453686461945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-dia-3-sobre-el-tiempo.html' title='NaBloPoMo día 3 - Sobre el tiempo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3280857915387320528</id><published>2011-11-08T18:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:51:52.059+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Antitechture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="Img_0006" src="http://getfile7.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/ZJGo2GsgLHAqsDD0f6S1Ac1Le7EAWFkF2eKI8rB4zK7OOacLlwrjVofhRMvA/IMG_0006.jpg" height="400" width="350" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a while since last time I saw such a nice ant nest... cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3280857915387320528?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3280857915387320528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3280857915387320528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3280857915387320528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3280857915387320528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/antitechture.html' title='Antitechture'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7748265793895436374</id><published>2011-11-08T15:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:38:02.631+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo day 2 - On vocation and working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://makingitlovely.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, today I've read something &lt;a href="http://www.jenlee.net/home/on-serving-two-vocations.html" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Jen Lee&lt;/a&gt; has posted and that has inspired me to write today's post.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever got to writing the post about how I got the job I have now and the effect it had over me. In my efforts to turn my life around its head and to get rid of all the negative things that were in it, meeting Mr. J. was like slamming the door on the face of bad things. He's helped me a lot and most of the times without even knowing he was. He's a very generous person and he has the biggest heart one can imagine, and the sheer fact of being in the same room as he is makes you feel like you could face anything sucessfully.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so a couple of years ago I wanted to be the change I wanted to see in my world, and one of the things I needed to do so that could happen was to step outside of my comfort zone and watch my element with a little perspective (oh, my! I'm seeing how necessary all those posts I should have written here instead of in my ever present notebook were. I'll go back to that, ok?) After much instrospection and self-questioning, I reached the conclusion that my element was the same it always was: translation. The only problem was that I had lost perspective, joy and motivation as a result of all the things that were going on in my life. Translation is what I can do, it's what gives me confidence, and pleasure, and joy, and a thousand topics of conversation and discussion. It is what I've always wanted to do and I what I want to do always. It is the thing that I would still do when I won the lottery and had all the moneys in the world (who hasn't had that conversation about what would you do if you won the lottery and had all the money you would ever need?), for free. And what happens with your element once you go at it and, instead of squeezing it mercilessly, you encourage it and love it and let it grow, is that wonderful things start to happen. People who nurture your element start pouring into your life. Opportunities you never thought possible start to appear. And that's what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J. found this job for me and the first few months were like working at Disneyland and your work is to ride on all the attractions. Everything was fun, new, intellectually energizing (I can't believe I just wrote that)... in one word: wonderful. I was surrounded by people who "got" what it was to be a translator, and suddenly I felt all the possibilities opening in front of me. For a long time it was like that. But that changed and it's been a while since I've felt ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;When I realised I was fed up with the office, I thought it was a pain, I felt somewhat lost and I didn't know what to do next. Now that I was moving to the States, what choices did I have? But I was looking at it all the wrong way. My experience (longer than a short period of time) in an office has been whatever, but above all, it's made me learn and grow. Now I have a better understanding of what I want, I have a clearer image of my dream company, and I can identify the things I have to avoid above all else. We can't always extract positive lessons of whatever we do, but sometimes they're good to define what we do NOT want. That is also a lesson; and a valuable one sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've understood all that, I realise how positive my experience here has been, and it even makes me a little sad to leave. I've always tried to do my best in my job, even when my spirits or my energies wouldn't let me concentrate on the task, and on the way I've learnt valuable lessons about human interaction. Not bad for a industrial engineering company, is it? Oh! And one more thing. May as it be, this company has uncovered the little scientist in this body of Humanities of mine... I'm a nerd! I still need some time for that to sink in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7748265793895436374?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7748265793895436374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7748265793895436374' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7748265793895436374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7748265793895436374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-day-2-on-vocation-and-working.html' title='NaBloPoMo day 2 - On vocation and working'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-8720989788879184633</id><published>2011-11-08T15:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T15:35:12.949+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo día 2 - Sobre vocación y trabajo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A través de &lt;a href="http://makingitlovely.com/" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;, hoy he leído un post de &lt;a href="http://www.jenlee.net/home/on-serving-two-vocations.html" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Jen Lee&lt;/a&gt; que me ha inspirado para escribir mi post de hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que nunca llegué a escribir el post sobre cómo llegué al trabajo donde estoy y el efecto que tuvo sobre mí. En mi empeño por dar un giro de 360 grados a mi vida y deshacerme de todo lo negativo que había en ella, conocer a Mr. J. fue como cerrarle la puerta en las narices a todo lo malo. Él me ha ayudado mucho y la mayoría de veces sin siquiera saberlo. Es una persona generosa y con un corazón enorme, y eso hace que el mero hecho de estar con él en la misma habitación te haga sentir que puedes enfrentarte a cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, pues hace un par de años quise ser el cambio que quería ver en mi mundo, y una de las cosas que tenía que hacer para que eso pasara era alejarme de mi círculo y ver mi elemento con perspectiva (ay, madre! Me estoy dando cuenta de todos los posts que tenía que haber escrito aquí y no sólo en mi inseparable libreta. Bueno, volveré al tema, ¿vale?). Después de mucha introspección y auto cuestionamiento, llegué a la conclusión de que mi elemento era el que siempre había sido: la traducción. El único problema era que había perdido perspectiva, ilusión y motivación por todas las demás cosas que estaban pasando en mi vida. La traducción es lo que sé hacer, lo que me da confianza y placer y alegrías y mil temas de conversación y debate. Es lo que siempre he querido hacer y lo que quiero hacer siempre. Es eso que sé que seguiría haciendo aunque me tocara la lotería y tuviera todo el dinero del mundo (¿quién no ha tenido esa conversación sobre “¿qué harías si te tocara la lotería y tuvieras todo el dinero que pudieras necesitar para el resto de tus días?”?), gratis. Y lo que tiene tu elemento es que cuando te metes con él y en vez de exprimirlo sin piedad lo fomentas y lo quieres y lo dejas crecer, empiezan a pasar cosas maravillosas. Empieza a llegar gente a tu vida que nutre tu elemento. Empiezan a surgir oportunidades que nunca creíste que pudieran llegar. Y eso fue lo que me pasó a mí.&lt;br /&gt;Este trabajo lo encontró Mr. J. para mí y los primeros meses fue como trabajar en Disneyland y tu trabajo fuera montar en las atracciones. Todo era divertido, novedoso, intelectualmente energizante (no me puedo creer que haya escrito eso), en fin, una maravilla. En el trabajo estaba rodeada de gente que “pillaba” lo que significa ser traductor y sentía cómo las posibilidades se abrían ante mí. Durante mucho tiempo ha sido así. Pero eso ha cambiado y hace tiempo que estoy lista para seguir adelante con mi camino.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me dí cuenta de que estaba hasta el gorro de la oficina, pensé que era un fastidio, me sentí un poco perdida y no supe qué podría hacer a continuación. Ahora que me mudo a Estados Unidos, ¿qué posibilidades tengo? Pero lo estaba viendo todo por el lado que no era. Mi experiencia (de más de un corto periodo de tiempo) en una oficina habrá sido lo que sea, pero sobre todo, me ha servido para aprender y crecer. Ahora sé mejor qué es lo que quiero, tengo una imagen más clara de qué es lo que quiero hacer con mi empresa, y sé qué cosas tengo que evitar a toda costa. No siempre vamos a sacar lecciones positivas de las cosas que hagamos, a veces sólo sirven para definir qué es lo que NO queremos. Pero eso también es una lección; y muy valiosa en algunos casos.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que he entendido todo eso, me doy cuenta de lo positiva que ha sido mi experiencia aquí, e incluso me da pena irme. Siempre he intentado trabajar lo mejor posible, incluso en los momentos en los que ni mi ánimo ni mis energías me permitían concentrarme en la tarea, y además por el camino he aprendido valiosas lecciones de interactuación humana. No está mal para una empresa de ingeniería industrial, ¿eh? ¡Ah! Y una cosa más. Por suerte o por desgracia, esta empresa ha dejado al descubierto que soy una mujer de ciencias encerrada en el cuerpo de una mujer de letras… ¡soy una gafapasta! Aunque todavía necesito tiempo para asimilar eso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-8720989788879184633?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8720989788879184633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8720989788879184633' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8720989788879184633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8720989788879184633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo-dia-2-sobre-vocacion-y.html' title='NaBloPoMo día 2 - Sobre vocación y trabajo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-178613872717247315</id><published>2011-11-07T23:45:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:29:14.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy es 7 de noviembre y se supone que debería llevar una semana escribiendo todos los días. ¿Por qué? pensaréis. Pues porque me he apuntado al &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-nablopomo.htm" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt;. ¿Y qué es el NaBloPoMo? Pues el National Blog Posting Month, o Mes Nacional de Postear en el Blog. Es una cosa que se inventó alguien en Estados Unidos para promover que la gente con blogs escribiera todos los días. Para que la gente no se quede sin ideas, existe un foro donde la gente propone temas para inspirarte si andas con el cerebro seco de tanto escribir.&lt;br /&gt;A mí me gusta mucho escribir y siempre tengo ideas, pero hace tiempo que no actualizo mucho el blog por aquello de que es bilingüe y siempre me da pereza escribirlo todo dos veces. Por una parte, algunos de los posts me parece que deberían quedarse en el idioma en que los pensé, pero entonces se pierde la esencia de esto que quiero hacer aquí. Por otro lado, el escribirlo todo dos veces le quita parte de la frescura y la atracción de tener una idea y escribirla, la espontaneidad, la innovación.&lt;br /&gt;Pero este mes he decidido hacer el esfuerzo y ponerme. Es sólo un mes, he pensado. Aunque vista la semana de retraso, no parece que haya empezado con buen pie. Bueno, ya estoy aquí, y aunque tenga que meterme en una semana de diciembre, escribiré todos los días durante 30 días. No prometo nada espectacular, advierto, pero por algo se empieza, ¿no? Lo importante es crear el hábito primero y luego derrochar la creatividad... ¿más o menos?&lt;br /&gt;NaBloPoMo, allá voy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-178613872717247315?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/178613872717247315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=178613872717247315' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/178613872717247315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/178613872717247315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo.html' title='NaBloPoMo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5408521811200148433</id><published>2011-11-07T23:45:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:28:46.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>NaBloPoMo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is November 7 and I was supposed to be on my seventh day of writing. Why? you may think. Well, because I signed up for the &lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-nablopomo.htm" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;NaBloPoMo&lt;/a&gt;. And what is NaBloPoMo? It's the National Blog Posting Month. It's something someone in the States made up to urge people with blogs to write every day. There is a forum where people post prompts so you don't run out of ideas and inspiration in case your brains are all dried up from all the writing.&lt;br /&gt;I like writing a lot and I'm full of ideas, but I haven't updated the blog in a long time because it is bilingual and I get tired as soon as I think I have to write everything twice. On the one hand, some of the posts should only be published in the language I thought them up, but then this would lose all the point I was trying to make in the first place, now wouldn't it? On the other hand, writing everything twice takes away part of the freshness and allure of having a genius idea and writing it down, the spontaneity, the innovation.&lt;br /&gt;But this month I've decided to make the effort and get down to it. It is just a month, I keep telling myself. Although given this week of slacking off, it doesn't look like I started on the right foot, does it? But I'm here and even if I have to drag it out one week in December, I'm going to write every day for 30 days. I can't promise anything spectacular, I warn you, but I have to start somewhere, right? What's important is to create a habit first and then pouring over the creativity... more or less?&lt;br /&gt;NaBloPoMo, here I come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5408521811200148433?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5408521811200148433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5408521811200148433' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5408521811200148433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5408521811200148433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/nablopomo_07.html' title='NaBloPoMo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1305118163337951749</id><published>2011-11-07T12:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:23:33.055+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Granted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="Img_0005" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/woTdV3xz02ZzYL21KFJs92KmM6n7BWc7WEyPgMABsxX8RghVamdhhV6ONqH8/IMG_0005.jpg" height="400" width="375" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just got out of there with my brand new visa. New life, there I go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1305118163337951749?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1305118163337951749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1305118163337951749' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1305118163337951749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1305118163337951749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/granted.html' title='Granted'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4737249473692655658</id><published>2011-11-07T00:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:23:52.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="Img_0003" src="http://getfile8.posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/7OeyQo92HFU1a9JJamH2gtmf20LxJBabNUxaZT4OAX8MYOt0zPXION7MFkbg/IMG_0003.jpg" height="400" width="375" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I started packing. My mind is on tetris mode, thinking about how he hell I'm going to fit everything in wherever I'm gonna have to fit it in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4737249473692655658?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4737249473692655658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4737249473692655658' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4737249473692655658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4737249473692655658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/11/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4867740077397164864</id><published>2011-10-22T07:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:17:10.863+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Going back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-10-22-12-46-49-742" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-23/dktvmddihreFyymAGytidCwyrubwHxEJptiptcbGkpbEEdifdgjlluBAcJyu/2011-10-22-12-46-49-742.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today's the day I go back. It's going to be a hard month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4867740077397164864?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4867740077397164864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4867740077397164864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4867740077397164864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4867740077397164864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/10/going-back_2298.html' title='Going back'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3145133206956523896</id><published>2011-10-03T18:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:16:52.431+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-10-13-48-15-449" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-10-23/ihJizksnxoDdaCgJEpvyCqCqkffCaEownxfagJzpmEeAgdhoaqbyvqtyyppy/2011-09-10-13-48-15-449.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Swift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3145133206956523896?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3145133206956523896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3145133206956523896' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3145133206956523896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3145133206956523896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/10/movement_23.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-985824745274521239</id><published>2011-09-23T21:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:16:36.073+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>At the bus stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-23-19-46-09-364" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-23/tDsmAmjtuuJoJEqtthaseiDmtHprxCcAxrorbywpICpAdkHFnBGaedzawobv/2011-09-23-19-46-09-364.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-985824745274521239?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/985824745274521239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=985824745274521239' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/985824745274521239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/985824745274521239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-bus-stop_23.html' title='At the bus stop'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4652871540550495339</id><published>2011-09-15T14:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:41:25.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Trying to see the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-15-14-20-37-821" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/3Jf4Sqr8fvmLM9PX7CCaqDzg6KhEz5WiONgzpzDSY4jRkqEA3Ywm6Fo3dv91/2011-09-15-14-20-37-821.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4652871540550495339?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4652871540550495339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4652871540550495339' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4652871540550495339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4652871540550495339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/09/trying-to-see-sky.html' title='Trying to see the sky'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6422868694660433163</id><published>2011-09-14T13:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T13:32:20.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Way more boring than it looks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-14-13-15-50-433" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-14/edhlBJbrwCHCcEcftIDhCamegiBojnelhgByvEliEfkiaifxocatjwBFkGzC/2011-09-14-13-15-50-433.jpg.scaled595.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6422868694660433163?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6422868694660433163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6422868694660433163' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6422868694660433163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6422868694660433163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/09/way-more-boring-than-it-looks_14.html' title='Way more boring than it looks'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7110186516787469625</id><published>2011-09-12T17:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:47:25.239+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Depth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-12-17-55-20-190" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/XQg70sIN08eo65f5VAEcsFBtJU64F1nytoDIPpN8gTOv04yvoU9xg29dF0wb/2011-09-12-17-55-20-190.jpg" width="400" height="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7110186516787469625?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7110186516787469625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7110186516787469625' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7110186516787469625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7110186516787469625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/09/depth.html' title='Depth'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5098834765950969317</id><published>2011-09-08T08:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:36:45.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>She who holds the power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-09-08-07-49-45-532" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-09-08/CnapsjCGpuhmcADbvyddulAlFAnhxpHrHurDoDrcspvnbkBrCGlHChAAJopE/2011-09-08-07-49-45-532.jpg.scaled595.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That's one of the biggest sports papers in Spain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5098834765950969317?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5098834765950969317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5098834765950969317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5098834765950969317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5098834765950969317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-who-holds-power_7307.html' title='She who holds the power'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-422010342277052429</id><published>2011-08-25T07:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:05:14.210+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-08-25-07-18-24-856" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-08-24/CfEIvfboywysoBxCpfJyuHiJwkhzoyoidAgaHJdaxwlsfwtsBGzrpCrvlqHd/2011-08-25-07-18-24-856.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-422010342277052429?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/422010342277052429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=422010342277052429' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/422010342277052429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/422010342277052429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7866619756533165282</id><published>2011-08-23T03:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:03:32.854+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Seattle airport, it's been a pleasure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/HQL7Ef3HgpWG8t39GcS5QPC6QW4DFaEuqNaQ7coBMu0fNfxyqyezwCI2e9R5/shot_1314063143589.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shot_1314063143589" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/HQL7Ef3HgpWG8t39GcS5QPC6QW4DFaEuqNaQ7coBMu0fNfxyqyezwCI2e9R5/shot_1314063143589.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I want to go home now. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7866619756533165282?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7866619756533165282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7866619756533165282' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7866619756533165282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7866619756533165282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/08/seattle-airport-it-been-pleasure.html' title='Seattle airport, it&amp;#39;s been a pleasure...'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-9159203142197176436</id><published>2011-08-14T03:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:01:16.535+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>What happened, Alaska?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/YoWeP4X5bviQTF9Y6jhyKdELUIgOdZP7iEkm4xxUAHkXXg8CIUmy4si4gc4g/shot_1313118542922.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shot_1313118542922" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/YoWeP4X5bviQTF9Y6jhyKdELUIgOdZP7iEkm4xxUAHkXXg8CIUmy4si4gc4g/shot_1313118542922.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was yesterday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-9159203142197176436?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/9159203142197176436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=9159203142197176436' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/9159203142197176436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/9159203142197176436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happened-alaska_14.html' title='What happened, Alaska?'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2917652353071698191</id><published>2011-08-14T03:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:00:25.658+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>What happened, Alaska? (part II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/nZylGAT9PLC3SFVX3ddOP6Lj46zMRsYpVpbGSb24xl7aiCvpKJCHrws4szHb/shot_1313209707912.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shot_1313209707912" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/nZylGAT9PLC3SFVX3ddOP6Lj46zMRsYpVpbGSb24xl7aiCvpKJCHrws4szHb/shot_1313209707912.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" height="400" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is today...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What the heck happened, Alaska?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2917652353071698191?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2917652353071698191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2917652353071698191' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2917652353071698191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2917652353071698191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-happened-alaska-part-ii.html' title='What happened, Alaska? (part II)'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7388718472711811001</id><published>2011-08-12T05:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:59:21.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Sunny Alaskan afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/XfqYQfLWGFYcRvNRac1eUNuCWA4sBuHXPIW9rSZ77hK5YDMtht3uJ6IswFsJ/2011-08-11-19-06-58-219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-08-11-19-06-58-219" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/XfqYQfLWGFYcRvNRac1eUNuCWA4sBuHXPIW9rSZ77hK5YDMtht3uJ6IswFsJ/2011-08-11-19-06-58-219.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's being awesome here. We've seen so many animals and life-size postcard landscapes... it makes you feel small but you understand why those first brave ones came up here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7388718472711811001?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7388718472711811001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7388718472711811001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7388718472711811001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7388718472711811001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/08/sunny-alaskan-afternoon.html' title='Sunny Alaskan afternoon'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1826642750071971608</id><published>2011-07-27T19:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:40:36.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Lovelights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;img alt="2011-07-25-03-20-47-624" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/Dg7kBMUM7RpEjZz4vwoJp17L4dJBmqiuCibsRwmlSp8ghuEsLmN918D5j9qK/2011-07-25-03-20-47-624.jpg" height="449" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to one of my best friends' wedding this weekend. The love was definitely in the air. Even the candlelights danced a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1826642750071971608?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1826642750071971608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1826642750071971608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1826642750071971608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1826642750071971608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/07/lovelights.html' title='Lovelights'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6012990550453792130</id><published>2011-07-17T16:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:48:23.203+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-17/yhvjpbhDvgbgAfHFlqoJzglvlEmrhzfsuJkysjvsafoAuGIcdddhlbptHDug/2011-07-17-11-03-29-340.jpg.scaled1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-07-17-11-03-29-340" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-17/yhvjpbhDvgbgAfHFlqoJzglvlEmrhzfsuJkysjvsafoAuGIcdddhlbptHDug/2011-07-17-11-03-29-340.jpg.scaled1000.jpg" width="400" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was so nice out this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6012990550453792130?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6012990550453792130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6012990550453792130' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6012990550453792130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6012990550453792130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-morning_17.html' title='Sunday morning'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6150168327617781901</id><published>2011-07-16T15:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:39:11.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Awesome food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/pyOxJFkxSRPIr5K1hknPjorcxy058fmTb5B4Gspdbp22rpWCADSKDoiasTcj/2011-07-16_15.32.10.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="2011-07-16_15" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/pyOxJFkxSRPIr5K1hknPjorcxy058fmTb5B4Gspdbp22rpWCADSKDoiasTcj/2011-07-16_15.32.10.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" width="400" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm enjoying a new creation... it's awesome sauce! Just ask if you want the recipe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6150168327617781901?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6150168327617781901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6150168327617781901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6150168327617781901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6150168327617781901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/07/awesome-food.html' title='Awesome food'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5698868538416544410</id><published>2011-07-14T07:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:43:12.274+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Morning sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt;&lt;img class="posterous_plugin_object posterous_plugin_object_image" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-07-13/BDximyvBieCIrEFApBbCIoppBvuBfbIgDDpnzJnylvcDxGqwwGgwAfcDyGAk/2011-07-14-07-26-20-952.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJFZAE65UYRT34AOQ&amp;amp;Expires=1310914046&amp;amp;Signature=0qo3iwJbOzIddkSHxiK7X9VgSK0%3D" alt="" width="400" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5698868538416544410?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5698868538416544410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5698868538416544410' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5698868538416544410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5698868538416544410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/07/morning-sun.html' title='Morning sun'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1121275434183899615</id><published>2011-06-29T13:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:04:36.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Pretty toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;div class="p_embed p_image_embed"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/0Ovy1cpryUyapMKEmDqH2YiQWoFhvc8aajCtH9bTNiUeMCKxgibxAV65gRrG/shot_1309347912911.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Shot_1309347912911" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/0Ovy1cpryUyapMKEmDqH2YiQWoFhvc8aajCtH9bTNiUeMCKxgibxAV65gRrG/shot_1309347912911.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg" height="450" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1121275434183899615?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1121275434183899615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1121275434183899615' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1121275434183899615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1121275434183899615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2011/06/pretty-toes.html' title='Pretty toes'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2292111148312111526</id><published>2010-05-08T12:39:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:23:39.981+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>The calm after the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/q7wzPcFBQMYL4eTbqZWD1eE3uL8IuNzp5fUHKdPXF4uSMEf3gkk0iloIWnzE/Calm_after_storm.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/9JRLzJyY7Yzfm7aZ76KtUqD0jd7AnW1f1TQuj66V4Xy3LmQHw63vTB5WuUon/Calm_after_storm.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a bit chilly, but I love those evenings after a storm when the air is clean and the light is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/the-calm-after-the-storm-6"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2292111148312111526?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2292111148312111526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2292111148312111526' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2292111148312111526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2292111148312111526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/05/calm-after-storm.html' title='The calm after the storm'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4350738117155495768</id><published>2010-05-03T11:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:10:44.571+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Breakfast of champions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/WISE2rAaGWHbDt60KRxTiKuXo4UVFnvLYeAG71fctkxl9zAKT10mqJTWRq1H/Desayuno_de_campeones.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/g2CLUSoALlhAlbsAifQRrKeMVwgmrVtFlXRNhYawBtVlyDZDlhNN1D3Whw9X/Desayuno_de_campeones.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="500" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in my tummy now. But it was oh! so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/breakfast-of-champions-131"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4350738117155495768?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4350738117155495768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4350738117155495768' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4350738117155495768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4350738117155495768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of champions'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-203230933855888901</id><published>2010-05-03T08:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:00:40.685+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Happy Compost Awareness Week!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So. It's that time of year again. Yes! The time when you proudly show your composting bin to your neighbours and share tips with each other. What? You don't do that? But it's so much fun! And bio-eco-superfriendly. There will be a time in the future when you will be able to fuel your car with composted stuff, kinda like a very cool flux capacitor but without the time-traveling part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then, I guess I'm going to make my duty to tell you all about composting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a few facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Composting bins will give a very cool look to your garden/back yard.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you compost all the stuff that can be composted, you'll have to take the trash out a lot less often.&lt;br /&gt;3. For all of you who think all you touch instantly dies, compost could be a very nice solution as it almost does all the work for you (you'll still have to water the plants).&lt;br /&gt;4. For all of you who think of themselves as green-thumbed people, compost is the ultimate soil enrichener there is.&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't you want to help the environment and start giving back some of the stuff Mother Earth has been giving you? Become a share bear! A green share bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the sillyness! I could tell you how great it is to give a helping hand to the environment. How great you feel when you know you're doing something good. Or how awesomely awesome your plants would turn if you start using your composted stuff on the soil around them. But I think it's better if you see it for yourself. The great guys of &lt;a href="http://www.recyclenow.com/home_composting/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;recyclenow.com&lt;/a&gt; have put up a site where you can find all your questions answered, from "what the hell is a composting bin?" to "what on earth can I put on this darn thing?". Yep, it's all there. Read away, my babies, learn, and go make the world a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-203230933855888901?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/203230933855888901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=203230933855888901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/203230933855888901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/203230933855888901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-compost-awareness-week.html' title='Happy Compost Awareness Week!!'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-8521463311540654271</id><published>2010-05-02T20:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:01:38.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>¡¡Feliz semana de la concienciación por compostar!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bueno, ya estamos en ese momento del año. ¡sí! La semana en la que le enseñas con orgullo a tus vecinos tu contenedor de compost y compartís trucos sobre el tema. ¿Qué? ¿que no lo haces? ¡Pero si es súper divertido! Y súper bio-eco-bueno. Habrá un momento en el futuro en el que podrás impulsar tu coche con cosas compostadas, un poco como un condensador de fluzo muy chulo, pero sin la parte del viaje en el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, pues, supongo que voy a tener que asumir la tarea de hablaros sobre el compost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primero, unos cuantos hechos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Los contenedores de compost quedan súper chulos en el jardín/patio.&lt;br /&gt;2. Si compostas todas las cosas que se pueden compostar, tendrás que sacar mucho menos la basura.&lt;br /&gt;3. Para todos los que pensáis que todo lo que tocáis muere instantáneamente, el compost es una solución estupenda que casi hace todo el trabajo por ti (aunque tendrás que seguir regando las plantas).&lt;br /&gt;4. Para todos los que pensáis que las plantas se os dan genial, el compost es el enriquecedor de tierra más mejor que hay en el mundo mundial.&lt;br /&gt;5. ¿No queréis ayudar al medio ambiente y empezar a devolver parte de lo que Mamá Tierra nos ha dado? ¡Pues compartid! ¡convertíos en eco-compartidores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, venga, ¡ya vale de tonterías! Podría hablaros de lo genial que es echarle una mano al medio ambiente. De lo bien que te sientes cuando sabes que estás haciendo algo bueno. O de lo preciosamente preciosas que se pondrán vuestras plantas si echáis compost en la tierra. Pero creo que es mejor que lo veáis vosotros mismos. La gente fantástica de &lt;a href="http://www.recyclenow.com/home_composting/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;recyclenow.com&lt;/a&gt; ha montado un sitio donde podéis encontrar respuesta a todas vuestras preguntas (lo siento, está todo en inglés), desde "¿qué leche es un contenedor de compost?" hasta "¿y yo qué demonios le echo a esta cosa?". Síp, está tooodo ahí. Leed, leed, mis pequeños, aprended, e id a hacer del mundo un sitio mejor.&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/11858576-8521463311540654271?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8521463311540654271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8521463311540654271' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8521463311540654271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8521463311540654271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-semana-de-la-concienciacion-por.html' title='¡¡Feliz semana de la concienciación por compostar!!'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6775717065626624753</id><published>2010-04-29T17:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:11:23.047+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>He who does his thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/JOLS8wCv4brv1FcFxUTD0FnagEcKJb8ByLPF9TLPvv1MPtd6OaFXPmZE9lBw/Doing_his_thing.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/lC5oGdHr4ntH97bsRpFLDRH1SletCuvURIVI5mUTVSeg1baCxq499sWmcAes/Doing_his_thing.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few of these guys around town, and I admit, this whole gigantic bubble thing is pretty hipnotizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/he-who-does-his-thing"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6775717065626624753?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6775717065626624753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6775717065626624753' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6775717065626624753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6775717065626624753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-who-does-his-thing.html' title='He who does his thing'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2671415165329479531</id><published>2010-04-29T05:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:01:28.412+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>We are not their choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Via a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Chookooloonks" target="_blank"&gt;Chookooloonks tweet&lt;/a&gt; and she via bonagogo's &lt;a href="http://thelandofvariablegravity.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;, I've watched this, listened to this. It is amazing. I remember afternoons spent talking about delivery and the art of the spoken word. I remember times when I cried myself to sleep cause I couldn't save the world, only to realize you can never do it alone. I remember that one time when I decided to face my own Man of Talahassee and made it out alive... and happy. Because we are not their choices. Let's save the world one little boy and girl at a time. Knock, knock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RTZrPVqR0D8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2671415165329479531?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2671415165329479531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2671415165329479531' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2671415165329479531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2671415165329479531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-not-their-choices.html' title='We are not their choices'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RTZrPVqR0D8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6139195315380063857</id><published>2010-04-28T17:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:03:29.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>No somos lo que eligen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vía un &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Chookooloonks" target="_blank"&gt;tweet de Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt; y ella vía la &lt;a href="http://thelandofvariablegravity.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;página de bonagogo&lt;/a&gt; he visto esto, lo he escuchado. Es increíble. Me he acordado de tardes hablando de "delivery" y el arte de la palabra hablada. Me he acordado de las veces que me he ido a la cama llorando porque no podía salvar el mundo, sólo para darme cuenta de que no se puede hacer solo. Me he acordado de cuando decidí enfrentarme a mi Hombre de Talahassee y salí viva... y feliz. Porque no somos lo que eligen. Salvemos al mundo de niño en niño. Toc, toc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RTZrPVqR0D8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6139195315380063857?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6139195315380063857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6139195315380063857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6139195315380063857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6139195315380063857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-somos-lo-que-eligen.html' title='No somos lo que eligen'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RTZrPVqR0D8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5234221814242463246</id><published>2010-04-26T12:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:12:08.960+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Shake it, shake it, and move it all around!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/qfkyTe9svzXs8BZxrqwB4hzfYgPVRlTn3blYmYz19yeMv7V3ERo6cqduVwws/Snowbombing10_10.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/5zCwn4Mk3vySTJCNslZBdDjIYulmemAvProIFPDAVcSKMuW2vPAP13TXAtec/Snowbombing10_10.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colorsplash is awesome for these kinds of things. Love the corky result, always a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/shake-it-shake-it-and-move-it-all-around"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5234221814242463246?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5234221814242463246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5234221814242463246' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5234221814242463246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5234221814242463246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/shake-it-shake-it-and-move-it-all.html' title='Shake it, shake it, and move it all around!!'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2473951665066510260</id><published>2010-04-23T10:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:12:34.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>I just wanted to lay in the sun all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/5JV3N262yHWGH0lUSDBqQQx2vYDqwbjBPbO7B62XG3ywpb0HveT7imaz4B1E/Snowbombing10_69.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/xn7JqB8RznfJ5OFWpbZYsmDUx0w5AkhI8Kopht05WipCJdiL5EhSJUgulC8U/Snowbombing10_69.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/i-just-wanted-to-lay-in-the-sun-all-day"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2473951665066510260?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2473951665066510260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2473951665066510260' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2473951665066510260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2473951665066510260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wanted-to-lay-in-sun-all-day.html' title='I just wanted to lay in the sun all day'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2407628092676367336</id><published>2010-04-22T13:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:13:19.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Austria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/udoSSeW1kOr3oTinGbZjTRGipyLkgl6QtbCvVX0oiSIJ0x79URTj30i16cqO/Snowbombing10_77.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/gQbqbgEGreox0YUlGYiMzFe6yULvVOUEkaLAL1hk1i7FzCvdtTCKaMUBVwEP/Snowbombing10_77.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowbombing was awesome... and the place, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/austria-29"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2407628092676367336?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2407628092676367336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2407628092676367336' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2407628092676367336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2407628092676367336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/austria.html' title='Austria'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-466982200050395902</id><published>2010-04-19T22:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:13:49.690+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Lazy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/8TWyROJTQj4R9jboxuUrqpbMYjIEepmG63CSMb8ZKzqtcM40Y9JZfTHX6MSj/Lazy_afternoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/Ae2Y9Nizp09lSULmnukaHqslPlWGSZd3Ls3FN90R2wafD2h0Ct0vF9xcc8lS/Lazy_afternoon.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="350" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/lazy-afternoon-16"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-466982200050395902?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/466982200050395902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=466982200050395902' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/466982200050395902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/466982200050395902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/lazy-afternoon.html' title='Lazy afternoon'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4854638697619716538</id><published>2010-04-19T11:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:15:17.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>The red violin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/d8oQ9rBbpC8gvWRFUf7ubHaR3UOKndzDBcJdkswKHrmSSiDod9o9bHkrQOGC/Violin2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/nV3HAnZYXD8O11prNxFdIHBlFSXc9NhtJn9GAALbnb5JsmhTDMKcOzY7F6ZP/Violin2_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New resolution... I won't let this week pass without picking up my violin again. I don't know why I don't do it anyways, I miss it so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/the-red-violin"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4854638697619716538?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4854638697619716538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4854638697619716538' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4854638697619716538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4854638697619716538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/red-violin.html' title='The red violin'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4115997976323310705</id><published>2010-04-16T10:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:16:43.534+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Back to the moment when life was magical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/TLFJzrxDer4p8KSBQdR3dO7MC9CiSkUto4wIMdIhLsDedKmHBnqqPIQIpm4Q/Esfinges2.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/yYDgMiIikWUsvgjIeORMMJq7KZGyrOgabjDcD0lWEZ4AGmmKCQJphBXEiwC1/Esfinges2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="120" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best trips ever... Egypt, I heart you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/back-to-the-moment-when-life-was-magical"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4115997976323310705?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4115997976323310705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4115997976323310705' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4115997976323310705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4115997976323310705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-to-moment-when-life-was-magical.html' title='Back to the moment when life was magical'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7753438066101403665</id><published>2010-04-15T13:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:17:26.701+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Spring, come to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/BQucRTJPV7KEwn7syYNSdOpMP57QB1XM2wYs0DQfBnperxwk9mxvQtYGWXKC/Spring.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/6fzPFaHdunbEt1e8PiDF1nVkuuxJ0mKaXuiTnOGRbvPnXUI3OSfyuhkHQG0X/Spring.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the cherimoya bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/spring-come-to-me"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7753438066101403665?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7753438066101403665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7753438066101403665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7753438066101403665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7753438066101403665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-come-to-me.html' title='Spring, come to me.'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3399758080969708978</id><published>2010-04-14T13:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:17:56.748+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Furry friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/javnuNrsCQ8bHddQR5Q9IMN5zMm4biZyaqFGxiZaOTGQKbI8WCykByT1jN78/Varios_14.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/v7DCyPvtajyTieRevqtSf6KAWylYklnb6IeVoj3rmfUOZloYn9Z9dXJF8Bmu/Varios_14.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's nothing better on a rainy day than a soft and furry friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/furry-friend"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3399758080969708978?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3399758080969708978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3399758080969708978' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3399758080969708978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3399758080969708978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/furry-friend.html' title='Furry friend'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4393389610157966198</id><published>2010-04-13T10:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:19:02.105+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>When the going gets tough... put sunglasses on it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/AEyCED4Rm80TfZ5nXbGwgjta9KlHSzh7Zy7a7NO1CZuR14PGEUQzSPNejS88/Snowbombing10_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/GmXhuJlCOfOHEC8auzZzA5xj3HLdmMfvZQBQzjuLG0fLyVCFJyMYT3KFeiae/Snowbombing10_1.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="275" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Mr. J and I doing the &lt;i&gt;silliness&lt;/i&gt;TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/when-the-going-gets-tough-put-sunglasses-on-i"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4393389610157966198?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4393389610157966198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4393389610157966198' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4393389610157966198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4393389610157966198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-going-gets-tough-put-sunglasses-on.html' title='When the going gets tough... put sunglasses on it.'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-8587781223362168534</id><published>2010-04-02T14:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:19:35.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Look at the banana tree and breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/zabsssvd3eJB0unMdpBMI6Vx0PGL1djEG34KmDmyyX18FxAfnZZjKhEADjZk/Banana_tree_2.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/AyfWgBUkM6hRbxNLhF0gKE4GxV0TCcJniiz0uxXFvZrbKwIYPpEYTXGLLbXb/Banana_tree_2.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May there be peace and warm spring breezes for you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/look-at-the-banana-tree-and-breathe"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-8587781223362168534?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8587781223362168534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8587781223362168534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8587781223362168534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8587781223362168534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-at-banana-tree-and-breathe.html' title='Look at the banana tree and breathe.'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1254841223221728081</id><published>2010-04-01T12:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:20:19.863+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>BCN is so nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/aQ9rX22OdxsIxAijiR6sXijE4qOgzWCb9M6iqNv02KIcukQjuNAsKwKQQslY/PB150010.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/u2DiKfsuWAhU49X0diHk5dBguUvxaphZ3fhlfkL8AQumWuEF6o8uxd4l1fkp/PB150010.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="275" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/bcn-is-so-nice"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1254841223221728081?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1254841223221728081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1254841223221728081' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1254841223221728081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1254841223221728081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/bcn-is-so-nice.html' title='BCN is so nice'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2707770541963692160</id><published>2010-04-01T04:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:02:09.595+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I couldn't wait to get down on the mat. Marianne sent me yesterday a video with a new pose I asked her to add for me for my flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked wonderfully. I was so excited! I feel I can keep on track, I can come up to the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next week the real challenge will come up, as I won't have a private space to practice and the whole week is going to be full of fun and exhausting activities. It'll be good to have yoga to wind down at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40206921/Till+The+End+Of+The+Day-+The+Kinks-+1965" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by The Kinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2707770541963692160?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2707770541963692160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2707770541963692160' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2707770541963692160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2707770541963692160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/04/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-10.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 10'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2763486411135205542</id><published>2010-03-31T16:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:04:10.977+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy me moría por llegar a la esterilla y empezar. Marianne me mandó ayer el vídeo con la pose nueva que le pedí que le añadiera a mi práctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es genial, me encanta, ¡y tenía tantas ganas de probarla! Siento que puedo mantenerme por el buen camino, que puedo estar a la altura del reto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La semana que viene sí que va a ser todo un reto porque no tendré un espacio propio para practicar y la semana va a estar llena de actividades divertidas y agotadoras. Menos mal que tendré el yoga para relajarme al final del día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40206921/Till+The+End+Of+The+Day-+The+Kinks-+1965" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de The Kinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2763486411135205542?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2763486411135205542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2763486411135205542' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2763486411135205542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2763486411135205542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-10.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 10'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1716929592193319760</id><published>2010-03-31T15:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:21:01.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/F422MkyCpbQfqUJKlt4AEY70naZqOfpc2U0X75BI8gvuS618758CJEpNZOvp/Daffodil.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/oPp3d9AMxWX6PtJMnaeEEjGOgjtsh9bCBK9igsgZsKobLDfAyzUof55k3mb9/Daffodil.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the flowers in the world, daffodils are my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/flowers-567"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1716929592193319760?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1716929592193319760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1716929592193319760' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1716929592193319760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1716929592193319760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5779568954933200875</id><published>2010-03-31T12:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T21:22:11.304+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Experimenting with light and colorflash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posterous_autopost"&gt;&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/NQbaOCScHUhOEvNFwofEtB2i67qTouOjVPqXLniuoq223RVyXIKMHhjaYzSX/Feb10_14.jpg.scaled.1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/jaylabelle/WZO4negfXhysOwKXydbI5pcBAwTtSCxES2ro7WsZtgOjPqMgPwB1uCCaV5id/Feb10_14.jpg.scaled.500.jpg" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-size: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://posterous.com/"&gt;Posted via email&lt;/a&gt;  from &lt;a href="http://jaylabelle.posterous.com/experimenting-with-light-and-colorflash"&gt;Memory of Flowers' posterous&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5779568954933200875?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5779568954933200875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5779568954933200875' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5779568954933200875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5779568954933200875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/experimenting-with-light-and-colorflash.html' title='Experimenting with light and colorflash'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6259457039057495032</id><published>2010-03-30T21:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:06:49.003+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:30 am. It's cold. I'm tired because I didn't go to bed until 2:30 last night. But that's exactly why they call it challenge and commitment. So I get up, put on the stretchy clothes and head to the office, where there's the quietest and most comfortable space to practice yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this. This is why I signed up for this. It's just me, the dim light of the early hours, my breathing and my body stretching through the poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done I feel full of energy, my body feels better and lighter than ever. I sit there for a while, savouring the moment. I want to remember this, so together with my sankalpa, it will remind me why I'm doing this every time I go back to that dark spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/37912226/Frightened+Rabbit%E2%80%93Swim+Until+You+Cant+See+Land" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swim until you can't see land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Frightened Rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6259457039057495032?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6259457039057495032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6259457039057495032' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6259457039057495032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6259457039057495032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-9.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 9'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1240547141290336881</id><published>2010-03-30T10:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:07:03.637+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a whole week (a whole week!) of practicing yoga, I'm finding myself at a familiar and not-desirable spot. I'm drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I'm losing my focus, my motivation and I'm finding it difficult to commit to the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this happens, but it's not the first time and, unless I do something about it, I foresee it won't be my last. The thing is I hate it. It's not that I don't like the practice, much the contrary. It's more like my body has incorporated the practice as something familiar and has lost interest. I know, that's an awful thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today it's taken me all day to finally get down to do the practice. It didn't feel nice. I mean, yoga did, but not the moment I chose to do it or why I chose to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the end, when I was doing the savasana, I took my time to reflect on it. Why am I doing this 30-day practice? What do I want to take out of it? What do I have to do in order to get to that point? That's where I have to start tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40206222/Don%27t+Stop+Believing%E2%80%93Journey" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't stop believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1240547141290336881?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1240547141290336881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1240547141290336881' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1240547141290336881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1240547141290336881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-8.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 8'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7095707703618198068</id><published>2010-03-30T09:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:04:44.684+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7:30 de la mañana. Hace frío. Estoy cansada porque anoche no me pude acostar hasta las 2:30, pero es precisamente por eso por lo que lo llaman reto y compromiso. Así que me levanto, me pongo la ropa de hacer gimnasia y me voy al despacho, el sitio más tranquilo y más cómodo para hacer yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro este momento. Por esto es por lo que me apunté. Somos sólo yo, la luz difuminada de por la mañana, mi respiración y mi cuerpo estirándose con las posturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando termino me siento llena de energía, el cuerpo me parece más ligero y flexible que nunca. Me siento ahí un rato, saboreando el momento. Quiero acordarme de esto para que, junto con mi sankalpa, me recuerden por qué estoy haciendo esto cuando vuelva a ese sitio oscuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/37912226/Frightened+Rabbit%E2%80%93Swim+Until+You+Cant+See+Land"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swim until you can't see land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Frightened Rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7095707703618198068?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7095707703618198068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7095707703618198068' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7095707703618198068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7095707703618198068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-9.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 9'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1655908570534195025</id><published>2010-03-29T22:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:05:02.680+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Después de toda una semana (¡un semana entera!) de hacer yoga, me encuentro en un punto conocido y nada deseable. Me estoy desviando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso significa que me estoy desconcentrando, estoy perdiendo la motivación y me cuesta comprometerme con el momento de practicar yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé porqué pasa esto, pero no es la primera vez y, si no hago algo al respecto, intuyo que no será la última. Y lo odio. No es que no me guste la práctica, todo lo contrario. Es como si mi cuerpo se hubiera acostumbrado a la sesión de yoga y hubiera perdido el interés. Ya lo sé, es horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que hoy he tardado todo el día en ponerme a hacer yoga. No me ha sentado bien. O sea, el yoga sí, pero no el momento en que he decidido hacerlo ni el porqué he elegido hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego, al final, cuando estaba ya en savasana, me he puesto a pensar en ello. ¿Por qué estoy haciendo estos 30 días de yoga? ¿Qué espero sacar de todo esto? ¿Qué tengo que hacer para llegar a eso? Ahí es donde tengo que empezar mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40206222/Don%27t+Stop+Believing%E2%80%93Journey" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't stop believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1655908570534195025?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1655908570534195025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1655908570534195025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1655908570534195025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1655908570534195025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-8.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 8'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6369067492445566043</id><published>2010-03-29T02:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:07:22.678+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was a little weird. I read about shame and your body and yoga on Marianne's blog yesterday. I've never felt shame in yoga class, at least not about my body. I never thought it was a problem if I couldn't do a pose. If anything, I considered it a challenge. I know what my body can and can't do and I love it enough not to force it beyond its capacities. But I also know that if you give me enough time, I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I've never felt ashamed, but I have felt clumsy and frustrated, which is just as bad. And most of the times is only us who make us feel that way. Nobody is judging us as hardly as we ourselves do. And we need to let that go, we need to be kinder to ourselves, we need to learn to love ourselves for what we are. We are perfect in our own unique way and there are plenty of things we can feel proud about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Today I had an audience, so to speak. J. was here at the time I usually practice, so he was in the room when I was on the mat. Admittedly, it felt weird. When you're in yoga class is different because everybody is minding their own business and they're doing the same thing you're doing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it felt weird and I can't say I liked it. It was like an invasion of my space and my time. But I did it anyway. I couldn't concentrate as much or as well, and I more or less raced through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, in a way it forced me to pay more attention to what or how I was doing it. Not to show off. Or maybe just because of that. I'll have to think about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. First week of sadhana... check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40205893/Le+Tigre%E2%80%93I%27m+So+Excited" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Le Tigre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6369067492445566043?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6369067492445566043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6369067492445566043' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6369067492445566043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6369067492445566043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-7.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 7'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3685496323560187474</id><published>2010-03-28T14:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:05:18.701+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy ha sido un poco raro. Ayer leí sobre la vergüenza, el cuerpo y el yoga en el blog de Marianne. Yo nunca he sentido vergüenza en una clase de yoga, al menos no por mi cuerpo. Nunca me ha supuesto un problema no poder hacer una postura. En todo caso, lo he considerado un reto. Sé lo que mi cuerpo puede y no puede hacer, y le tengo el suficiente cariño para no forzarlo más allá de lo que puede hacer. Pero también sé que si me das tiempo suficiente, lo consigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo que nunca he sentido vergüenza, pero sí me he sentido torpe y frustrada, que es igual de malo. La mayoría de las veces somos sólo nosotros los que nos hacemos sentir así. Nadie nos juzga tan duramente como lo hacemos nosotros mismos. Tenemos que olvidarnos de eso, que ser más amables con nosotros mismos, tenemos que aprender a querernos por lo que somos. Somos perfectos a nuestra manera y hay muchas cosas por las que sentirnos orgullosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno. Hoy tenía público, por así decirlo. J. estaba aquí a la hora a la que normalmente hago yoga, así que estaba en la misma habitación cuando yo estaba practicando. Tengo que admitir que ha sido raro. Cuando estás en clase de yoga es distinto porque cada uno está a lo suyo, y todos están haciendo lo mismo de todas formas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que, sí, ha sido raro y no puedo decir que me haya gustado. Me ha parecido una invasión de mi espacio y mi tiempo. Pero lo he hecho igual. No me he podido concentrar ni tanto ni tan bien, y se puede decir que me he dado prisa en terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por otro lado, de alguna manera me ha obligado a prestar más atención a lo que estaba haciendo y a cómo lo estaba haciendo. No por lucirme. O a lo mejor justo por eso. Tendré que pensar en eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD. Primera semana de sadhana... cumplida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40205893/Le+Tigre%E2%80%93I%27m+So+Excited" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Le Tigre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3685496323560187474?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3685496323560187474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3685496323560187474' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3685496323560187474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3685496323560187474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-7.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 7'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3665112550751326079</id><published>2010-03-28T05:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:07:38.455+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I haven't done my practice. At least not as the rest of the week. It wasn't one of my best days at all. I felt all gloomy and bad without reason. That makes me feel even worse, when I don't know why I feel crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is I wasn't feeling up to doing anything, including yoga. Maybe it was a mistake because it would have probably made me feel better, but I didn't think of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sat there and breathed. I concentrated on my breathing and tried not to think of anything else, except from the air coming in and out of my lungs. It felt good, but I don't know if that alone is yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is maybe another sankalpa I can add: consider yoga as something that is there to help me, some place I can retreat to when I'm feeling down... specially when I'm feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40205105/Peter+Gabriel+&amp;amp;+Kate+Bush%E2%80%93Dont+Give+Up" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Peter Gabriel and Kate Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11858576-3665112550751326079?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3665112550751326079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3665112550751326079' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3665112550751326079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3665112550751326079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-6.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 6'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-476532305681979300</id><published>2010-03-27T17:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:05:34.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy no he hecho yoga. Al menos no como el resto de la semana. No ha sido uno de mis mejores días. Estaba toda tristona y me sentía mal sin motivo. Eso hace que me sienta aún peor, lo de no saber porqué me siento mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que no me apetecía hacer nada, ni siquiera yoga. Quizá haya sido un error porque me habría hecho sentir mejor, pero no estaba pensando en eso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que me he sentado y he respirado. Me he concentrado en respirar y he intentado no pensar en nada más, salvo en el aire que entraba y salía de mis pulmones. Me ha sentado bien, aunque no sé si hacer sólo eso se puede llamar yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá sea otro sankalpa que pueda añadir, considerar el yoga como algo que está para ayudarme, un sitio al que puedo retirarme cuando me sienta mal... especialmente cuando me sienta mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/40205105/Peter+Gabriel+&amp;amp;+Kate+Bush%E2%80%93Dont+Give+Up" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Peter Gabriel y Kate Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-476532305681979300?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/476532305681979300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=476532305681979300' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/476532305681979300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/476532305681979300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-6.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 6'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6060203544218407374</id><published>2010-03-25T23:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:07:57.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I've changed my sankalpa for the practice. Well, not exactly. I've kept my "balance" sankalpa, but I've added a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized yesterday that when I'm tired or my muscles are tight, I tend to hold my breath and I end up not breathing at all. So today I decided I was going to concentrate on my breath and on loosing the muscles with the breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, that's what I was supposed to be doing already, but is not that easy. I can't say I did perfectly, but good enough. My body has to adapt to that too. Which is a pretty weird thing to say if you think about it. Everybody breathes, but it's always unconsciously. So having to control when you take air in and when you let it out, directing it to a certain part of your body... is not that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep this as my sankalpa until I can do it without concentrating or even thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the physical part, this yoga sadhana is doing marvels with my mind. I feel I can already concentrate better, think better, which was a big part of the reason why I joined this 30 days of yoga. I was HOPING it could do that. And it hasn't even been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you think this is some kind of voodoo magic: you start doing yoga and your mind clears right up. No. I think it has a lot more to do with the attitude. With that little voice in your head that tells you, "get up, time to show up on the mat. You can do it. You're strong". And then the satisfaction of looking at yourself and seeing how your body changes, how your mind broadens, how you've grown in only five days. You have the power to be a better you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39495694/Jason+Mraz%E2%80%93Coyotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coyotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6060203544218407374?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6060203544218407374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6060203544218407374' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6060203544218407374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6060203544218407374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-5.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 5'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7192204679840869635</id><published>2010-03-25T12:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:05:50.496+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy he cambiado mi sankalpa para el ejercicio. Bueno, no del todo. Mantengo mi sankalpa del equilibrio, pero he añadido uno nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayer me dí cuenta de que cuando estoy cansada o tengo agujetas o molestias en los músculos, suelo aguantar la respiración y acabo por no respirar. Así que hoy he decidido concentrarme en la respiración y en soltar los músculos con cada respiración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale, sí, eso es justo lo que ya debería estar haciendo, pero no es tan fácil. No puedo decir que lo haya hecho perfecto, pero bastante bien, sí. Mi cuerpo también se tiene que adaptar a eso. Y es un comentario muy raro si lo piensas porque todo el mundo respira, aunque siempre es inconsciente. Tener que controlar cuándo tomas aire y cuándo lo sueltas, dirigir la respiración a una parte concreta de tu cuerpo... no es tan fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo voy a mantener como sankalpa hasta que pueda hacerlo sin concentrarme o sin siquiera pensar en ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparte de lo físico, esta sadhana de yoga está haciendo maravillas con mi mente. Siento que me puedo concentrar mejor, pensar mejor, que es una de las razones principales por las que me apunté a estos 30 días de yoga. ESPERABA que pudiera llegar a eso. Y no ha pasado ni una semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no os creáis que es nada mágico, en plan empiezas a hacer yoga y la mente se te aclara automáticamente. No. Creo que tiene mucho más que ver con la actitud. Con la vocecita de tu cabeza que te dice, "levántate, preséntate ante la esterilla. Puedes hacerlo, eres fuerte." Y luego la satisfacción de mirarte y ver cómo te cambia el cuerpo, cómo se ensancha tu mente, cómo has madurado en sólo cinco días. Tienes el poder de convertirte en un tú mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39495694/Jason+Mraz%E2%80%93Coyotes" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coyotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Jason Mraz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7192204679840869635?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7192204679840869635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7192204679840869635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7192204679840869635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7192204679840869635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-5.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 5'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-890307403563797415</id><published>2010-03-25T06:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:08:10.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I had to take it easy because yesterday I had the brilliant idea of going for a jog. For the first time in my life. And I did 2.5 km. Because that's what people who has never run before in their lives go for their first time. But I guess in part was due to the yoga practice. I was feeling so good and energetic I thought I could take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my thighs were all tight and cramp-y and I decided to take the practice easy. Marianne has told me how many repetitions I can do of each section, or how long I am supposed to hold a pose, or how many repetitions is expected of me to do by the end of the four weeks. So I'm going to step it up one week at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll lay low for a couple of days and then I'll try to speed up the repetitions I'm already doing. And yeah, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more small thing. At some point I'll have to do it on my own, meaning, without the video, but right now Marianne's voice soothes me and helps me concentrate and remember to keep breathing. And you gotta love the accent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/31200269/Bon+Iver%E2%80%93Blindsided" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blindsided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Bon Iver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-890307403563797415?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/890307403563797415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=890307403563797415' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/890307403563797415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/890307403563797415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-4.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 4'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-4332896112518474662</id><published>2010-03-24T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:06:11.867+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoy he tenido que tomármelo con calma porque ayer tuve la brillante idea de salir a correr. Por primera vez en mi vida. E hice 2,5 km. Porque eso es lo que hace la gente que sale a correr por primera vez en su vida. Aunque creo que parte de la culpa la tuvo el yoga. Me sentía súper bien y con tanta energía que pensé que podía con todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que hoy tengo unas agujetas de muerte en las piernas y he decidido tomarme el yoga con calma. Marianne me ha dicho cuántas repeticiones puedo hacer de cada sección, o cuánto tiempo tengo que aguantar cada postura, o cuántas repeticiones se espera que haga de cada cosa al final de las cuatro semanas. Así que he decidido aumentar el ritmo de semana en semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que voy a pasar un par de días tranquila y luego aumentaré el ritmo en las repeticiones que ya estoy haciendo. Y sí, por ahora todo va genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosita. En algún momento tendré que empezar a hacerlo sola, es decir, sin el vídeo, pero ahora mismo la voz de Marianne me relaja y me ayuda a concentrarme y me recuerda que tengo que seguir respirando. Además, ¡¡el acento es la bomba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/31200269/Bon+Iver%E2%80%93Blindsided" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blindsided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Bon Iver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-4332896112518474662?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/4332896112518474662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=4332896112518474662' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4332896112518474662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/4332896112518474662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-4.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 4'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6192796241079449487</id><published>2010-03-23T23:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:08:23.877+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So! Three days in a row... who would have thought? And the best part is that it already feels like I've been doing this all my life. I get up and I practice yoga. Because that's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I had to do today and I hadn't realized it could happen was letting go of the outside world. I think I tend to stress over things a little bit and it's no different during yoga. It's just that the previous days I was calmer so I could focus on the practice. But today I had to concentrate on not thinking about the phone call or the thing I had to do after. And it's been surprisingly easy. I've decided this is MY time and when those thoughts of things I had to do after started to appear, I just pushed them to the side. There's absolutely nothing so important that can't wait 30 minutes. That's been really invigorating, actually. I felt mighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on my poses. I have no problems with most of them, but the pigeon pose, for example, is causing me trouble. I can do it and postrate all the way to the floor without unbalancing my hips or forcing anything too much. But I can only hold it for so long before I start feeling pins and needles on my calf and foot (the folded under ones). So maybe I should be stretching my calves for a little longer? I have to ask Marianne. Maybe I'm doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/34915795/Regina+Spektor%E2%80%93That+Time+gr8fl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Regina Spektor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-6192796241079449487?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6192796241079449487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6192796241079449487' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6192796241079449487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6192796241079449487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-3.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 3'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5968494563461456304</id><published>2010-03-23T13:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:06:53.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bueno! Tres días seguidos... ¿quién me lo iba a decir? Y lo mejor de todo es que parece que llevo toda la vida haciéndolo. Me levanto y hago yoga. Porque es lo que hago siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra cosa que he tenido que hacer hoy y que no había caído en que podría pasar es olvidarme del mundo exterior. Creo que tiendo a agobiarme con las cosas y no es distinto mientras practico yoga. Los días anteriores estaba más tranquila y podía centrarme mejor en el ejercicio, pero hoy he tenido que concentrarme para no pensar en la llamada o la cosa que tenía que hacer después del yoga. Pero ha sido sorprendentemente fácil para lo que soy yo. He decidido que este tiempo es MÍO y cuando me han empezado a asaltar esos pensamientos de cosas que tenía que hacer, los he descartado. No hay nada tan importante que no pueda esperar 30 minutos. Y ha sido muy revitalizante, la verdad. Me he sentido poderosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo trabajando en las posturas. La mayoría no me suponen ningún problema, pero la postura de la paloma, por ejemplo, me está dando guerra. Puedo hacerla y llegar hasta el suelo sin desequilibrar las caderas o forzar nada, pero sólo puedo mantenerla durante un ratito y luego se me empieza a dormir el gemelo y el pie que tengo debajo. Así que a lo mejor debería estirar más los abductores o algo. Se lo tengo que preguntar a Marianne. Lo mismo estoy haciendo algo mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/34915795/Regina+Spektor%E2%80%93That+Time+gr8fl" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Regina Spektor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5968494563461456304?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5968494563461456304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5968494563461456304' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5968494563461456304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5968494563461456304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-3.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 3'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-554002053078046876</id><published>2010-03-23T01:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:08:36.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday evening I started to feel the effects of my morning practice: the occassional tightness here and there and a much more active body and mind. I'm delighted! So today is proven to be more effective as it was my second day. I already feel a little bit more flexible, although I need to work on my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is it with breathing, but I don't seem to do it right. It took me a good six months to grasp the gist of the pilates breath and I remember agonizing over it for the first couple of months. I know I shouldn't beat myself over this cause once I let go, it usually comes to me quite naturally like, "Oh! So that's what all the fuss was about!" It's just that my kinesthetic memory is what works better for me, so once I feel it, I never forget. But the thing is that sometimes it's easier said than done and it takes a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I like this way of empowering myself. I feel like I'm giving my body and mind the tools to face whatever comes my way. Maybe some would say, "But it's only yoga!" Oh, but it is so much more. It could be yoga or whatever other practice (healthy practice, preferably, as it's supposed to cleanse your soul as well), but the commitment, the determination, the decision of making it yours, your own time and space in the day... that makes it so much more than "just yoga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39401553/Sugababes%E2%80%93Breathe+Easy+%28Acoustic+Version%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Sugababes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-554002053078046876?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/554002053078046876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=554002053078046876' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/554002053078046876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/554002053078046876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-2.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 2'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5978930447247758225</id><published>2010-03-22T15:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:07:08.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ayer por la tarde empecé a sentir los efectos del ejercicio de por la mañana: un poco de agujetas aquí y allá, y un cuerpo y una mente mucho más activos... ¡estoy encantada! Así que hoy ha demostrado ser más eficaz porque era mi segundo día. Ya me siento un poco más flexible, aunque tengo que trabajar en la respiración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué pasa con la respiración, pero no consigo pillarle el punto. Ya tardé unos buenos seis meses en cogerle el truco a la respiración de pilates, y recuerdo que los dos primeros meses lo pasé fatal. Sé que no tengo que agobiarme con esto porque en el momento que me olvido normalmente viene solo, en plan, "¡¡Aaah!! ¡¡Así que tanto rollo para esto!!" Es que la memoria kinestésica es la que mejor me funciona y en cuanto lo siento, ya no se me olvida. Pero claro, a veces es más fácil decirlo que hacerlo y tardo un poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier manera, me gusta esto de darme el mando. Siento que le estoy dando a mi cuerpo y a mi mente las herramientas para enfrentarse a lo que venga. Seguro que muchos dirán, "¡Pero si sólo es yoga!" Ay, pero es mucho más que eso. Podría ser yoga o cualquier otro tipo de ejercicio (a ser posible, un ejercicio sano porque se supone que tiene que limpiarte el alma también), pero el compromiso, la decisión, el convencimiento de hacerlo tuyo, de convertirlo en tu tiempo y tu espacio en el día... todo eso lo convierte en mucho más que "sólo yoga".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39401553/Sugababes%E2%80%93Breathe+Easy+%28Acoustic+Version%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathe easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Sugababes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5978930447247758225?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5978930447247758225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5978930447247758225' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5978930447247758225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5978930447247758225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-2.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 2'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2662432485964405607</id><published>2010-03-22T09:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:08:55.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today my sadhana started!! There were no fireworks, but I definitely felt it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was more about showing up on the mat and having a feel of the practice than anything else. Now I know what I'm up for and I think that concentrating on my 'Earth and Fire' routine (cool name, huh?), I will find that the poses take me to that place I'm trying to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning I thought it wasn't hard enough, just comparing it to the 'Power yoga' thing I was doing before. But then the purpose is different, and one thing doesn't exclude the other. I mean, this routine takes me inward, more to a place where I can feel my body gently opening and enjoying the practice, kind of like getting to know where my muscles are again and how far they'd be willing to go. Then I can also do the other practice, but that doesn't let me turn inwards because I'm more concentrated on not dying and on not stretching to the point where something breaks. Well, it's not THAT bad, but the pace is faster and I don't know how to keep the breaths on time that fast yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I'm happy I started this. I'm proud of myself for not wussing out. And I really, really think this will turn up great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Marianne, this was a great idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39176517/Dorian%E2%80%93Cualquier+otra+parte" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cualquier otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Dorian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2662432485964405607?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2662432485964405607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2662432485964405607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2662432485964405607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2662432485964405607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-day-1.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Day 1'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7626764941052523712</id><published>2010-03-21T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:07:24.664+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¡Hoy ha empezado el sadhana! No ha habido fuegos artificiales ni nada, pero ya he sentido que funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se trataba más de presentarse y probar qué tal era la práctica que cualquier otra cosa. Ahora ya sé a qué me enfrento y creo que concentrándome en mi ejercicio "Tierra y Fuego" (qué chulo el nombre, ¿eh?), las posturas me llevarán al sitio al que pretendo llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al principio me ha parecido que era muy blandito, comparado con el "Power yoga" que hacía antes. Pero en realidad, la meta es distinta y una cosa no quita la otra. O sea, este ejercicio es más introspectivo, me lleva a un punto donde puedo sentir cómo el cuerpo se abre poco a poco y donde disfruto más de la práctica, casi como aprenderme otra vez dónde está cada músculo y hasta dónde podría estirarlo. Y luego también puedo hacer el otro ejercicio, aunque ése no es nada introspectivo porque me tengo que concentrar más en no morirme y en no estirar nada hasta el punto en que se rompa. Bueno, no es TAN malo, pero el ritmo es mucho más rápido y todavía no sé cómo mantener las respiraciones a ese ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier manera, me alegro de haberme metido en esto. Estoy orgullosa de mí misma por no acobardarme. Y de verdad, de la buena, que pienso que esto va a acabar súper bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, Marianne, ¡ha sido una idea estupenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39176517/Dorian%E2%80%93Cualquier+otra+parte" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cualquier otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Dorian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7626764941052523712?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7626764941052523712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7626764941052523712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7626764941052523712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7626764941052523712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-dia-1.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Día 1'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-90918216133386566</id><published>2010-03-20T20:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:09:06.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Committing to your sadhana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last task I have pending before the journey starts is coming to terms with my own sadhana. As I said, sadhana means commitment, so I need to find my own commitment. What am I willing or ready to take on? The point is trying to stick to it as much as possible so the whole experience is the most fulfilling that could be. So no impossible goals here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I want to commit fully, meaning I want to do it for the full 30 days. It doesn't mean I need to be as hardcore as it gets. I just want to do a little bit each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put a lot of thought into it and that's what my body and mind are asking for. I need to build some character already, no laziness allowed. I need to commit and stick to it. Know that I have something that is mine and that I'm doing for me. It's like a gift to myself. Something I think I really need as I've been quite tough on myself lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... here, battered and abused part of me, this is for you. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39049479/Christina+Aguilera%E2%80%93Beautiful+%28Acapella+on+SNL%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by Christina Aguilera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-90918216133386566?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/90918216133386566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=90918216133386566' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/90918216133386566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/90918216133386566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-committing.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Committing to your sadhana'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7926197994315050929</id><published>2010-03-20T10:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:07:44.034+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Comprometerte con tu sadhana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La última tarea pendiente que tengo antes de empezar el viaje es enfrentarme cara a cara con mi sadhana. Como ya dije, "sadhana" significa compromiso, así que tengo que decidir cuál va a ser mi compromiso. ¿Qué estoy dispuesta o lista para afrontar? El propósito es intentar ceñirme a ello lo más posible para que la experiencia sea lo más enriquecedora posible. Nada de metas imposibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decidido que quiero comprometerme a fondo, es decir, que quiero hacerlo todos los días de los 30 días. No tiene que ser súper duro todos los días. Sólo quiero hacer un poquito todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo he pensado mucho y es lo que me están pidiendo mi cuerpo y mi mente. Tengo que madurar ya de una vez, dejar a un lado la pereza. Tengo que comprometerme y ceñirme a ello; saber que tengo algo sólo mío y que estoy haciendo para mí. Es como un regalo para mí misma. Algo que creo que me hace mucha falta, porque últimamente he estado bastante dura conmigo misma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que sí... toma, parte de mí apaleada y maltratada, es para ti. Espero que te guste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiere,&lt;br /&gt;yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/39049479/Christina+Aguilera%E2%80%93Beautiful+%28Acapella+on+SNL%29" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, de Christina Aguilera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-7926197994315050929?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7926197994315050929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7926197994315050929' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7926197994315050929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7926197994315050929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne_20.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Comprometerte con tu sadhana'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-8054121018877600783</id><published>2010-03-18T14:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:09:24.412+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Finding your sankalpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I said yesterday, the sadhana is starting on Sunday and I have up until then to wrap my head around it and find my sankalpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get down to it, to find a quiet place in me to figure it out. And although my whole body and mind are practically screaming what my sankalpa should be, I want to really quiet down everything around me and let it flow. The only thing this proves is how much work I have ahead of me. But oh! am I willing to take it on! My whole being is begging for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain it. I watch people around me and all I can see is their movement. But it is not that I'm trying to calm down from the raging movement around me as if I was stressed, no. I see their movement and although it may look raging living in a big city and ll, what it feels to me is plain wrong. They move, but for all the wrong reasons, in the wrong direction, with the wrong intention. It's as if they were out of beat. So what I want is to calm down my own internal wrong raging movement and make it right. Learn how to move with the flow, with the beat that lies underneath all this artificial and fake façade. I want to be able to breathe and move freely, without the constraints I feel now. I want to feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try and sit down, picture myself on a beach of white sand. I know it's a beach because I can hear the waves, although I cannot see the ocean. I feel the warm breeze against my skin, the sun warming up my hair. I'm comfortable and the air smells of nature, salt and summer. Now I can see someone coming towards me in the horizon, hazy, like an illusion. Little by little, the edges of their shape becomes clearer and I can see it's a girl, a woman, walking slowly. She's confident and some kind of peace beams out of her, like in waves. When she finally reaches the space where I'm sitting down, I realize it is me. She leans forward, makes a cup with her hand and whispers something in my ear. "Balance, love", she tells me. That is my sankalpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, calmer, better part of me. You smell nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song is &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/38786952/Natasha+Bedingfield%E2%80%93Unwritten%E2%80%93Acoustic+Performance" target="_blank"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/a&gt;, by Natasha Bedingfield.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11858576-8054121018877600783?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8054121018877600783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8054121018877600783' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8054121018877600783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8054121018877600783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-finding.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - Finding your sankalpa'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1381717975633119186</id><published>2010-03-18T04:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:08:04.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Encontrar tu sankalpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como dije ayer, el sadhana empieza el domingo y tengo hasta entonces para hacerme a la idea y para encontrar mi sankalpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He intentado ponerme a ello, encontrar un sitio tranquilo en mi interior para averiguarlo, y aunque mi cuerpo y mi mente casi me están gritando cuál debería ser mi sankalpa, quiero que todo a mi alrededor se pare para que venga a mí tranquilamente. Lo único que esto demuestra es todo el trabajo que tengo por delante aunque ¡madre mía! ¡qué ganas tengo de hacerlo! Todo mi ser me lo está pidiendo de rodillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé cómo explicarlo. Observo a la gente a mi alrededor y lo único que veo es cómo se mueven. Pero no es que esté intentando relajarme por culpa del movimiento desenfrenado de mi alrededor, como si estuviera estresada, no. Veo cómo se mueven y aunque puede que ese movimiento parezca desenfrenado por eso de vivir en una gran ciudad y tal, la sensación que me da es de que está mal. Se mueven pero por los motivos que no son, en dirección equivocada, con la intención que no es. Es como si no pudieran seguir el ritmo. Así que lo que quiero es parar mi propio movimiento desenfrenado equivocado y corregirlo. Aprender cómo moverme fluídamente, siguiendo el ritmo que hay debajo de toda esta fachada artificial y falsa. Quiero poder respirar y moverme libremente, sin las ataduras que siento ahora. Quiero ser libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que intento sentarme, imaginarme en una playa de arena blanca. Sé que es una playa porque oigo las olas, aunque no veo el mar. Siento la brisa cálida sobre la piel, el sol calentándome el pelo. Estoy cómoda y el aire huele a naturaleza, a sal y a verano. Ahora veo que alguien viene hacia mí desde el horizonte, pero no se distingue bien, como en un espejismo. Poco a poco los bordes de sus formas se van haciendo más nítidos y veo que es una chica, una mujer, que camina despacio. Camina con confianza e irradia una especie de paz como en ondas. Cuando por fin llega a donde estoy sentada, me doy cuenta de que soy yo. Se inclina hacia mí, se pone la mano en forma de cuenco en la boca y me susurra algo al oído. "Equilibrio, amor", me dice. Ése es mi sankalpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, parte más tranquila y mejor de mí. Hueles bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/38786952/Natasha+Bedingfield%E2%80%93Unwritten%E2%80%93Acoustic+Performance" target="_blank"&gt;Unwritten&lt;/a&gt;, de Natasha Bedingfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1381717975633119186?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1381717975633119186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1381717975633119186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1381717975633119186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1381717975633119186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - Encontrar tu sankalpa'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3808520149881729221</id><published>2010-03-17T22:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:09:38.054+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>30-day Sadhana with Marianne - What comes before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://zenpeacekeeping.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marianne&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for a few months now. I got to it by pure chance, via &lt;a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt;' blog, reading the comments to the superpowers forum. The thing is that I fell in love with the spirit it oozes, with the ideas she has and the way she writes about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne, among many other things, is a yoga teacher. And I realized that there comes a moment in everybody's life when they feel the need to know themselves better, to connect with their inner self to a higher level, and to balance that with the rest of their lives. At least, that's what's happening to me. Although a few years ago I was totally skeptical of the possible qualities yoga could have, not too long ago I reconnected with the practice and started to get the gist of it. Clearly, there's a time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that Marianne proposed a 30-day sadhana on her blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadhana &lt;/span&gt;means commitment, so this sadhana will be the commitment to practice yoga every day for 30 days. It may seem stupid, but I think you need to have -at least- a specific will power and conviction to be able to undertake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel attracted to it for several reasons. Maybe the first one is because it is a challenge, because I know myself and I know that, even though I can be very determined when I put my mind into it, lately I find it difficult to "keep my focus" or to remember why I started doing something specific. I will also do it because I need to focus, I need to find a balance between what I have inside and what is outside. I hope that balance will help me making sense of things and therefore stop feeling this storm inside of me. Maybe, hopefully, it will also help me figure out why I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sadhana starts on Sunday and this week I have one task, which is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sankalpa&lt;/span&gt;. I know, it sounds like I'm speaking Chinese or something. But it is just to find a purpose, why I want to do this sadhana. Sankalpa comes down to a sentence that is your purpose. That way, when I feel my strength flicker o when I lose my focus, I'll be able to remind myself why I started doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I read about the idea of sankalpa I feel like I can apply it to other aspects of my life and maybe turn it into the first step to recover my centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have decided to take on a double sadhana. Every day for 30 days I will practice my yoga exercises, and every day for those 30 days, I will post my thoughts about it on this blog, kinda like a journal. So make sure you stop by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song: &lt;a href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/38676204/Coque+Malla%E2%80%93She%C2%B4s+my+Baby" target="_blank"&gt;She's my baby&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://coquemalla.es/main/" target="_blank"&gt;Coque Malla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11858576-3808520149881729221?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3808520149881729221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3808520149881729221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3808520149881729221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3808520149881729221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/30-day-sadhana-with-marianne-what-comes.html' title='30-day Sadhana with Marianne - What comes before'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1890392571067046944</id><published>2010-03-17T12:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:08:21.889+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - El previo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hace unos meses que leo el blog de &lt;a href="http://zenpeacekeeping.typepad.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marianne&lt;/a&gt;. Llegué a él por casualidad, a través del blog de &lt;a href="http://www.chookooloonks.com/blog/" target="_blank"&gt;Chookooloonks&lt;/a&gt;, leyendo los comentarios del foro sobre los superpoderes. El caso es que desde el principio me enamoré del espíritu que irradiaba, de las ideas que trataba y de la forma en la que hablaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marianne, entre otras muchas cosas, es profesora de yoga. Y yo me dí cuenta de que llega un momento en la vida de toda persona en que siente la necesidad de conocerse más a sí misma, de conectar a otros niveles con su interior, y de equilibrar eso con el resto de su vida. Al menos, a mí me pasa. Aunque hace unos años era totalmente escéptica acerca de las posibles cualidades del yoga, hace no mucho reconecté con esta práctica y empecé a sacarle el juguillo. Está claro que para todo hay un momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que Marianne propuso en su blog hacer un sadhana de 30 días. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadhana&lt;/span&gt; significa compromiso, así que este sadhana será el compromiso de hacer yoga todos los días durante 30 días. Puede que parezca una tontería, pero yo creo que se necesita una fuerza de voluntad y una convicción -como mímino- específicos para llevarlo a cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mí me atrae por varias razones. Quizá la primera sea porque es un reto, porque me conozco y sé que aunque puedo ser muy tenaz cuando me lo propongo, últimamente me cuesta mucho "mantener el foco" o recordar por qué empecé a hacer algo concreto. También lo voy a hacer porque necesito centrarme, necesito encontrar un equilibrio entre lo que tengo dentro y lo que hay fuera. Tengo la esperanza de que ese equilibrio me ayuda a darle sentido a las cosas y así dejar de sentir esta marea dentro de mí. Quizá, con suerte, me ayude también a descifrar por qué me siento así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sadhana empieza el domingo, y durante esta semana tengo una tarea, el &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sankalpa&lt;/span&gt;. Sí, sé que parece que hablo en chino, pero no es más que encontrar el motivo, el porqué quiero hacer este sadhana. El sankalpa se reduce a una frase que es tu propósito. De esa forma, cuando me flaqueen las fuerzas o pierda el foco, podré repetir esa frase para recordarme por qué empecé a hacer esto en un principio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que leí la idea del sankalpa siento que podría extrapolarla a otros aspectos de mi vida y quizá convertirlo en el primer paso para recuperar el centro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cualquier modo, he decidido adoptar un doble sadhana. Todos los días durante 30 días practicaré los ejercicios de yoga, y todos los días durante esos 30 días, escribiré mis impresiones en el blog a modo de diario. ¡Manteneos al tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canción de hoy: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/38676204/Coque+Malla%E2%80%93She%C2%B4s+my+Baby" target="_blank"&gt;She's my baby&lt;/a&gt;, de &lt;a href="http://coquemalla.es/main/" target="_blank"&gt;Coque Malla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11858576-1890392571067046944?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1890392571067046944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1890392571067046944' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1890392571067046944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1890392571067046944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/03/sadhana-de-30-dias-con-marianne-el.html' title='Sadhana de 30 días con Marianne - El previo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2886762351257889787</id><published>2010-02-22T00:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:12:13.858+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Mom 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;QUÉ LE DIRÍA: (si supiera qué decirle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres un milagro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tengo&lt;/u&gt; que quererte con esta fuerza. Para que lo sientas incluso&lt;br /&gt;después de irte al colegio o cuando estés dormida o cuando tu&lt;br /&gt;infancia sólo sea un recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te olvidarás de todo esto cuando crezcas. Pero no importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser madre significa que te rompan el corazón. Significa amar&lt;br /&gt;y perder y desmoronarte y volver a componerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo mejor del mundo. Y a veces, también lo peor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces no tendrás con quién hablar, a veces te preguntarás si&lt;br /&gt;has olvidado quién eres. Pero debes recordar esto: lo que haces, &lt;u&gt;importa.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tienes que ser valiente con tu vida para que otros puedan ser&lt;br /&gt;valientes con la suya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad es que ser mujer es un regalo. La ternura es un don.&lt;br /&gt;La intimidad es un don. Y cultivar lo bueno de este mundo no&lt;br /&gt;es sino un privilegio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso tengo que quererte de esta forma, para darte lo que tengo,&lt;br /&gt;para que puedas llevarlo contigo, dentro de ti, y transmitirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he visto dormir, te he dado un millón de besos y sé una cosa que&lt;br /&gt;tú todavía no sabes: estás escribiendo la historia de tu vida, cada&lt;br /&gt;minuto que pasa, cada día. Y lo que más deseo para ti, mi niña, es&lt;br /&gt;poder enseñarte a escribir una buena historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahora que habéis leído esto, mirad este vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8K9s7_k3TM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no soy madre, que no he sentido todavía esa clase de amor de la que todas hablan, de esa explosión dentro de ti que te desbarata todos los límites del querer. Pero me lo puedo imaginar. Y algún día espero poder sentirlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos últimos dos días se ha celebrado la cumbre &lt;a href="http://www.mom2summit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mom 2.0&lt;/a&gt;, donde madres de todas partes han compartido sus experiencias sobre qué es ser madre y tener un blog o una página web, ser creativa para ti y para tus retoños. Me parece precioso que alguien piense en estas cosas, que reconozca la labor invalorable que hacen millones de mujeres de puertas a dentro en sus casas, y de puertas afuera en sus comunidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto va por vosotras, empezando por mi madre, mi cuñada, mis tías, mi abuela... todas esas mujeres que están en mi vida y me enseñan cada día cómo vivir y ser mejor persona; y acabando por todas las demás madres del mundo, que cuidan y protegen a sus niños como verdaderas leonas.&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/11858576-2886762351257889787?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2886762351257889787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2886762351257889787' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2886762351257889787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2886762351257889787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/02/mom-20.html' title='Mom 2.0'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-7530039022972114471</id><published>2010-02-11T13:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:09:19.960+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bueno, mientras actualizo el aspecto y el contenido de esta cosa, he pensado dejaros un par de cositas bonitas que me he ido encontrando estos días. Porque me gustan las cosas bonitas. Y la música. Y hay que compartir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera cosita tiene mucho que ver con un nuevo amor que me han presentado... la &lt;a href="http://www.lomography.es/photos/10585119" target="_blank"&gt;lomografía&lt;/a&gt;. Si no sabéis lo que es, &lt;i&gt;check it out!&lt;/i&gt; Tiene tantas posibilidades, es todo tan bonito, tan espontáneo, tan, tan, tan... no se puede describir. Y encima es una comunidad súper activa, que siempre está bien cuando quieres moverte y hacer cosas. Después de echarle un vistazo a la página, mirad este vídeo y decidme si la estética no es completamente lomo. Me encanta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdpQ8B1j3Vo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GdpQ8B1j3Vo&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la otra cosita es un &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/pomplamoosemusic" target="_blank"&gt;grupo&lt;/a&gt;, de esa gente que rezuma talento por todas partes y que tiene el mundo en sus manos ahora con internet, porque ya no tienen que esconderse en el garaje de nadie, ni tocar en antros cutres hasta que alguien les descubra. Me encanta la voz de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il-OFaFzHQM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il-OFaFzHQM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutad de estas cosas, que es precisamente por esto por lo que merece la pena la vida, por las cosas pequeñas del día a día.&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/11858576-7530039022972114471?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/7530039022972114471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=7530039022972114471' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7530039022972114471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/7530039022972114471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/02/musica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-586607111060873679</id><published>2010-01-01T03:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:09:51.816+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today is December, 31 and we have the coolest tradition here in Spain, which is eating twelve grapes to the count of the twelve strokes that mark the end of the year. It might seem silly, some sort of superstitious bullcrap, but it is actually one of the few things I do miss when I'm not in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment when you're eating the grapes is the greatest. It's a moment you spend with family and/or friends, there's always the same 80's song on, and you gather in front of the TV (if you're not at the main square or at some party) to listen for the thousandth time to how the whole thing works. It is a moment of sharing, friendship, love and hope. And I say hope in the widest sense it can have. Because you always wish for things to happen in the new year, but you also cling to the mistery: what will this new year bring? Will I be able to start on a clean slate? Will this finally be the year where everything comes together in perfect harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like the best is the moment right after, when you kiss and hug everybody in the room, when you share something we all have in common. It makes you feel you are a part of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to tell you that this year I've thought we could give a twist to all this. This year, when I'm more aware than ever of all the things I have, when I couldn't be more thankful for how lucky I am, I've thought about something I read months ago. Back then I found it peculiar, but I didn't give it much thought. It's all about wanting things, really want them in order for them to come true, like calling them. And also to be thankful. Everyday give thanks for whatever you think it's worthy to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this year I'm way too filled with love and gratitude and all, I'm going to wish for something with every grape I eat, but really, really wish for it. The trick is that those wishes can't be for you, but for other people. For example, with the first grape/stroke, I wish for all the people who's gonna spend the night alone to feel my good vibes and the warmth of the love. With the second grape/stroke, I wish for all of those who are sick, to feel better tonight, at least for a while. And so on til twelve. It is not complicated. You don't even have to articulate all that (not even in your head). You just need to picture whatever you want to transmit in your head and send it with all your might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may also do it with 'thank-you's', but deeply felt thanks. First grape: I give thanks for all my family. Second grape: I give thanks for all my friends. Third grape: I give thanks for the salesperson at the market down the street, because he always saves the best tangerines for me... I don't know. It's just that it feels like the best time to think about all the people around you, to feel the moment you're living and really see all the love there is in the world, which is there for you to receive and give back, if it may be, multiplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY 2010 TO YOU ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's song: &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/31200006/Jason+Mraz-+Lucky" target="_blank"&gt;Lucky&lt;/a&gt;, by Jason Mraz and Colby Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&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/11858576-586607111060873679?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/586607111060873679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=586607111060873679' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/586607111060873679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/586607111060873679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1246868360826131873</id><published>2009-12-31T17:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:09:49.968+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Feliz año nuevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hoy es 31 de diciembre y en España tenemos una costumbre magnífica que es comernos doce uvas al son de las doce campanadas que marcan el fin de año. Parecerá una tontería, algún tipo de superchería estúpida, pero da la casualidad de que es una de las pocas cosas que echo de menos cuando no estoy en España.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El momento de las uvas es genial. Es un momento que pasas con familiares y/o amigos, en el que siempre suena la misma canción de Mecano y en el que te reúnes delante de la tele (si no estás en la Puerta del Sol o en una fiesta) para oír por enésima vez cómo funciona lo de los cuartos y las campanadas. Es un momento de amistad, de amor y de esperanza. Y digo esperanza en el sentido más amplio de la palabra, porque siempre deseas cosas para el año nuevo, pero también tienes las expectativas puestas en el misterio: ¿qué nos deparará este año que empieza? ¿podré hacer borrón y cuenta nueva? ¿será éste el año en que por fin todo se alinea en perfecta armonía?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mí lo que más me gusta es el momento justo después, en el que besas y abrazas a todos los que están contigo, en el que compartes algo que todos tenemos en común. Te hace sentir que formas parte de algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto es para contaros que este año he pensado darle un giro a todo esto. Este año, que soy más consciente que nunca de todo lo que tengo, que no puedo más que estar agradecida por la suerte que tengo, he pensado en una cosa que leí hace meses. En su momento me pareció curioso, pero no le dí mayor importancia. Se trata de querer cosas y quererlas de verdad para que se cumplan, como para llamarlas. Y también de dar gracias. Dar gracias todos los días por lo que creas que merece la pena dar las gracias en tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como yo este año "voy sobrada" de amor, de cariño, de agradecimiento y de todo, se me ha ocurrido pedir un deseo con cada uva que me coma, pero quererlo de verdad. El truco está en que el deseo no debe ser para ti, sino para otra/s persona/s. Por ejemplo, con la primera campanada/uva, deseo que toda la gente que va a pasar esta noche sola reciba mis buenas vibraciones y sienta el calor del cariño. Con la segunda campanada/uva, que todos los que están enfermos, esta noche se sientan mejor, al menos durante un rato. Y así hasta doce. No es muy complicado. Ni siquiera hay que formular todo eso (ni en tu cabeza). Simplemente hazte una imagen mental de lo que quieres transmitir y manda toda tu energía con ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También se puede hacer con agradecimientos, pero que sean bien sentidos. Primera uva: doy las gracias por mi familia. Segunda uva: doy las gracias por mis amigos. Tercera uva: doy las gracias por el tendero de la esquina, que siempre me guarda las mejores mandarinas... no sé. Es sólo que me parece que es un momento ideal para pensar en todos los que te rodean, en sentir el momento que estás viviendo y realmente darte cuenta de todo el amor que hay en el mundo, que está ahí para que lo recojas y lo devuelvas, si puede ser, multiplicado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD Y FELIZ 2010 A TODOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La canción de hoy es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blip.fm/profile/jaylabelle/blip/31200006/Jason_Mraz-_Lucky" target="_blank"&gt;Lucky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, de Jason Mraz y Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1246868360826131873?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1246868360826131873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1246868360826131873' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1246868360826131873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1246868360826131873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-nuevo.html' title='Feliz año nuevo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1016608914778330548</id><published>2009-11-05T01:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:10:04.418+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Choir of Young Believers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I recently posted a video by Jeff Hamada about the wonders of living near the snow, that whenever the sun shines on it the world is even prettier than anywhere else. But today I'm posting this other video, also by him, because I looove the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is called Choir of Young Believers and they're Danish. This song already belongs to my household soundtrack, and will be passed on from generations on end. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6373935&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6373935&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6373935"&gt;Choir of Young Believers - Action/Reaction&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696"&gt;jeff hamada&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1016608914778330548?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1016608914778330548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1016608914778330548' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1016608914778330548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1016608914778330548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/11/choir-of-young-believers_05.html' title='Choir of Young Believers'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5254456673205613036</id><published>2009-11-04T15:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:11:58.503+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Choir of Young Believers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ya sé que hace poco os puse un vídeo de Jeff Hamada de las maravillas de vivir cerca de la nieve, donde cuando sale el sol el mundo es mucho más bonito que en cualquier otra parte. Pero hoy pongo este vídeo, también suyo, porque me encanta la canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El grupo se llama Choir of Young Believers, y son daneses. Esta canción está ya dentro de la banda sonora de esta casa, y pasará de generación en generación. ¡A disfrutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6373935&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6373935&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6373935"&gt;Choir of Young Believers - Action/Reaction&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696"&gt;jeff hamada&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5254456673205613036?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5254456673205613036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5254456673205613036' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5254456673205613036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5254456673205613036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/11/choir-of-young-believers.html' title='Choir of Young Believers'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-331534488920911208</id><published>2009-10-28T08:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:10:17.076+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Till the end of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="307" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3638672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3638672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="307" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3638672"&gt;'Till the end of the day!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696"&gt;jeff hamada&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaah!! I couldn't believe it when I saw it... the memories!! I've been on those slopes. 'Been there, done that', or so they say. And suddenly, my kinestetic memory has gone to overdrive. For a split second I've felt the cold wind on my face, the googles pressed onto my face, the tension in my legs, the soft crackling sound of the snow underneath the board... total freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to the snow, I want to tie the bindings, I want to slide down the slopes. I want. I want. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time I'm starting to think it was just this one time in my life when I did that, for fun, for devotion, for whatever reason. And I miss it and I want to have that part of me back, I want to be that person again, who woke up at times I never wake up to go out to the intense cold, to tie a board to her feet and spend the whole day practising a sport, THE sport. I miss that feeling of being at peace with the world, of that link to nature and to my body, of that tug-of-war with my muscles, with my tendons, with balance. I miss that happiness you feel when you finally manage to pass in between those trees, reacting so fast you no longer think with your brain, but with your feet and your legs and your hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this video has reminded me of all that. Thanks, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696" target="_blank"&gt;Jeff Hamada&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/11858576-331534488920911208?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/331534488920911208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=331534488920911208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/331534488920911208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/331534488920911208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/10/till-end-of-day.html' title='Till the end of the day!'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6626381732863106776</id><published>2009-10-27T22:39:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:12:32.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>¡Hasta el final del día!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="307" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3638672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3638672&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="307" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3638672"&gt;'Till the end of the day!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696"&gt;jeff hamada&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aahhh!! No me lo podía creer cuando lo he visto... ¡qué recuerdos! Yo he estado en esas pistas. "Been there, done that", que dicen los anglos. Y de pronto la memoria quinestésica se ha puesto en marcha; durante apenas un segundo he sentido el viento frío en la cara, la presión de las gafas, la tensión en las piernas, el crujido de la nieve bajo la tabla... la libertad absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero volver a la nieve, quiero volver a ponerme la tabla en los pies, quiero volver a deslizarme por las cuestas. Quiero. Quiero. Quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto tiempo, que estoy empezando a pensar que sólo fue una etapa de mi vida en la que hacía eso, por diversión, por devoción, por lo que fuera. Y siento nostalgia y quiero recuperar esa parte de mí, quiero recuperar a esa persona que se levantaba a horas a las que nunca suelo levantarme para salir al frío intenso, colocarse una tabla en los pies y dedicarse el día entero a hacer un deporte, EL deporte. Siento nostalgia de esa sensación de paz con el mundo, de esa unión con la naturaleza y con mi cuerpo, de ese tira y afloja con mis músculos, con mis tendones, con el equilibrio. Siento nostalgia de esa felicidad que sientes cuando consigues pasar por entre los árboles, reaccionando tan deprisa que no lo procesas con el cerebro, sino directamente con los pies y las piernas y las caderas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sí, este vídeo me ha recordado todo eso. Gracias, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user570696" target="_blank"&gt;Jeff Hamada&lt;/a&gt;.&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/11858576-6626381732863106776?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6626381732863106776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6626381732863106776' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6626381732863106776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6626381732863106776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/10/hasta-el-final-del-dia.html' title='¡Hasta el final del día!'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1493660985194476977</id><published>2009-09-19T02:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:10:30.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Band-aids for the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are times when you realise you've grown as a person and that you've left behing a phase of your life. It's like being a witness to your own History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phase has had its own soundtrack, special effects and good amount of props... and I survived. There have been things I haven't been proud of, but that I am already taking into account to prevent them later. In fact, I'll probably learn a great deal from them. And then there have been other things that have helped me to know myself better, to know what I'm willing to do and what I'm capable of. Those things, as of today, make me feel confident and very, very proud of myself. I've fought with other people, with the circumstances and with myself, and I think I've won most of the times. I know I'm flawed, a bit neurotic and somehow paranoid, but I accept myself as I am, I try to mold those things that I like the least about myself and I'm proud to know that the good things I have are very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everybody else, I seek to be a better person and I really think I'm on the good track. These past few months I've talked a lot with myself (not necessarily literally) and I've reached several important conclusions. The first one is that happiness doesn't come if you don't work for it, and that is hard work, and it's not worthy to get stuck on things that make you unhappy only because you think you must do them. The second one is that nobody owns my freedom and I have all the right to exercise it. If somebody else's well-being depends on restricting my freedom, that well-being is not such. I know this is all very easy in theory, but putting it in practice is not so simple, specially because we all have our own habits and neurosis that make this quite complicated half of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this phase I've come out renewed and almost rejuvenated. I've never felt more energetic, more willing to do things, to push myself, and to revisit things I thought forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly encourage everyone who reads this to analise if they're really happy and as free as they think they should be. Even if it hurts or is complicated, cut with those things that either make you unhappy or less free. I guarantee you will win more than you'll lose. I look forward to hearing from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-1493660985194476977?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1493660985194476977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1493660985194476977' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1493660985194476977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1493660985194476977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/09/band-aids-for-heart.html' title='Band-aids for the heart'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5445541368597610985</id><published>2009-09-18T15:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:11:07.897+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Tiritas para el corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hay ocasiones en las que te das cuenta de que has crecido como persona, que has dejado atrás una etapa de tu vida. Es como ser testigo de tu propia historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi etapa ha tenido su banda sonora, sus efectos especiales y su buena cantidad de atrezzo... y he sobrevivido. Ha habido cosas de las que no me he sentido orgullosa, pero que ya estoy teniendo en cuenta para no volver a cometerlas. De hecho, probablemente, de ésas aprenda muchas cosas. Y luego ha habido otras cosas que me han ayudado a conocerme mejor a mí misma, a saber a lo que estoy dispuesta y de lo que soy capaz. Esas cosas, hoy por hoy, me hacen sentirme más segura de mí misma y muy, muy orgullosa. He luchado, he peleado, con los demás, con las circunstancias y conmigo misma, y creo que he salido airosa la mayoría de las veces. Sé que tengo defectos, muchas manías y algunas paranoias, pero me acepto y me quiero tal como soy, intento dar forma a las cosas que menos me gustan y me enorgullece saber que mis cosas buenas son realmente buenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como todo el mundo aspiro a ser mejor persona, y realmente creo que estoy en el camino correcto. Estos meses de atrás he hablado mucho conmigo misma (no necesariamente de forma literal) y he llegado a varias conclusiones importantes. La primera es que uno no es feliz porque sí, sino porque trabaja para llegar a ello, y duramente además, y no merece la pena envararse en cosas que te hacen infeliz sólo porque creas que debes hacerlas. La segunda es que nadie es dueño de mi libertad y que tengo tanto derecho como el que más a ejercerla. Si el bienestar de alguien depende de que yo coarte mi libertad, realmente ese bienestar no es tal. Sé que es fácil la teoría de todo esto, pero ponerlo en práctica en tu vida no es tan sencillo, sobre todo porque todos tenemos hábitos adquiridos y diversas manías que hacen que eso sea complicado la mitad de las veces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esta etapa he salido renovada y casi rejuvenecida. Me siento con más energía que nunca, con más ganas de hacer cosas, de superarme a mí misma y de retomar cosas que creía olvidadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De verdad insto a todo el que lea esto a que analice si realmente es feliz y todo lo libre que cree que debería ser. Aunque duela o sea complicado, corta con esas cosas que ni te hacen feliz ni te hacen más libre. Te aseguro que ganarás más de lo que perderás. Ya me contarás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5445541368597610985?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5445541368597610985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5445541368597610985' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5445541368597610985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5445541368597610985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/09/tiritas-para-el-corazon.html' title='Tiritas para el corazón'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5324861188720988468</id><published>2009-05-08T06:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:10:41.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>On girls being girly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I don't like weddings nor "it would be great" to go to anyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like dresses, and it's actually worse when you'll never be able to wear it again.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't really like to gossip.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like shopping, I think it's some kind of modern-time torture.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't wear high-heels... and I don't understand why anyone would want to.&lt;br /&gt;No, I hardly ever put on makeup, and really, I don't care if I'm too white, too "freckly" or you don't like my short eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't like jewelery, and gold makes you look cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't feel bad about any of the above. Not everyone is cut for all that perfectionist crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5324861188720988468?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5324861188720988468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5324861188720988468' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5324861188720988468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5324861188720988468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-girls-being-girly.html' title='On girls being girly'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3575626375397956278</id><published>2009-05-07T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:11:26.910+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sobre que las chicas sean femeninas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, no me gustan las bodas ni "me parece que sería genial" que otra se casara para ir a su boda.&lt;br /&gt;No, no me gustan los vestidos, y mucho menos si no vas a poder volver a ponértelo nunca más.&lt;br /&gt;No, no me gusta cotillear.&lt;br /&gt;No, no me gusta ir de compras, me parece una tortura inventada en la actualidad.&lt;br /&gt;No, nunca me pongo tacones... y de verdad que no entiendo cómo nadie puede andar con eso por voluntad propia.&lt;br /&gt;No, casi nunca me pongo maquillaje, y en serio, me importa un pito si te parece que mi piel es demasiado blanca, tiene demasiadas pecas o si mis pestañas son demasiado cortas.&lt;br /&gt;No, no llevo joyas, y creo que el oro te hace parecer cutre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no, no me siento mal por nada de lo anterior. No todo el mundo está hecho para todas esas tonterías de perfeccionista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3575626375397956278?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3575626375397956278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3575626375397956278' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3575626375397956278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3575626375397956278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/05/sobre-que-las-chicas-sean-femeninas.html' title='Sobre que las chicas sean femeninas'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-3828242875119899933</id><published>2009-03-07T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:10:54.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Sarsgaard J. Whiskersson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJjvWmQZiI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jtaywvcwvp4/s1600-h/Saarsgard_164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJjvWmQZiI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jtaywvcwvp4/s320/Saarsgard_164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310416575794275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This cat came into our lives by pure chance in a moment when neither he nor us expected to meet, and now he's become an important part of the family. He has a strong character and demands what he thinks he deserves (he doesn't have a clue). But then he turns into the sweetest and cutest animal you can imagine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJlT2BMwPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IS498vR_tWQ/s1600-h/Saarsgard_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJlT2BMwPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IS498vR_tWQ/s200/Saarsgard_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310418302215700722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJkm5aDfSI/AAAAAAAAALk/xyT9Jj_BBxI/s1600-h/Saarsgard_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJkm5aDfSI/AAAAAAAAALk/xyT9Jj_BBxI/s200/Saarsgard_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310417530031144226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJk3fa7uxI/AAAAAAAAALs/7tn8FWdhy6o/s1600-h/Saarsgard_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJk3fa7uxI/AAAAAAAAALs/7tn8FWdhy6o/s200/Saarsgard_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310417815113284370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJlmxkJwQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iQcxA3pT9U4/s1600-h/Saarsgard_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJlmxkJwQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iQcxA3pT9U4/s200/Saarsgard_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310418627437641986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJmi8Hl8cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VjfhdcnpX94/s1600-h/Saarsgard_141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJmi8Hl8cI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VjfhdcnpX94/s200/Saarsgard_141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310419661062795714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJmR-VwNII/AAAAAAAAAME/8Hh1YAJ8EWQ/s1600-h/Saarsgard_103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJmR-VwNII/AAAAAAAAAME/8Hh1YAJ8EWQ/s200/Saarsgard_103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310419369601283202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-3828242875119899933?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/3828242875119899933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=3828242875119899933' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3828242875119899933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/3828242875119899933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sarsgaard-j-whiskersson.html' title='Sarsgaard J. Whiskersson'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SbJjvWmQZiI/AAAAAAAAALc/Jtaywvcwvp4/s72-c/Saarsgard_164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-1955295938679136317</id><published>2009-03-07T12:37:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:12:58.926+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Sarsgaard J. Whiskersson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJc8BXh_6I/AAAAAAAAANI/TdXFu0zime8/s1600-h/Saas_164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJc8BXh_6I/AAAAAAAAANI/TdXFu0zime8/s320/Saas_164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310409096852275106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Este gato, que nos llegó por casualidad en un momento en que ni él nos esperaba a nosotros, ni nosotros a él, se ha convertido en una parte importante de la familia. Tiene un carácter fuerte y exige que se le de lo que cree que se merece (no tiene ni idea), pero luego se convierte en el bicho más dulce y cariñoso que hay en el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeJDhn4AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3xAjgSn-RVI/s1600-h/Saarsgard_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeJDhn4AI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3xAjgSn-RVI/s200/Saarsgard_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310410420281401346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeePNRpmI/AAAAAAAAANg/CHVZn6Gg5o8/s1600-h/Saarsgard_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeePNRpmI/AAAAAAAAANg/CHVZn6Gg5o8/s200/Saarsgard_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310410784194537058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeQVXJztI/AAAAAAAAANY/MnJ7YGVcIL0/s1600-h/Saarsgard_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJeQVXJztI/AAAAAAAAANY/MnJ7YGVcIL0/s200/Saarsgard_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310410545328410322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJe1fGQUwI/AAAAAAAAANo/ciFUnLiNeec/s1600-h/Saarsgard_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJe1fGQUwI/AAAAAAAAANo/ciFUnLiNeec/s200/Saarsgard_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310411183597048578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJgFwt_wVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tknLK-PKX-o/s1600-h/Saarsgard_141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJgFwt_wVI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tknLK-PKX-o/s200/Saarsgard_141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310412562716672338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJnCsp8ZxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bOpHxu2Ia5Y/s1600-h/Saarsgard_103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJnCsp8ZxI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bOpHxu2Ia5Y/s200/Saarsgard_103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310420206667720466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11858576-1955295938679136317?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/1955295938679136317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=1955295938679136317' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1955295938679136317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/1955295938679136317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/03/saarsgard-j-whiskersson.html' title='Sarsgaard J. Whiskersson'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SbJc8BXh_6I/AAAAAAAAANI/TdXFu0zime8/s72-c/Saas_164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-266941508323745931</id><published>2009-02-11T10:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:11:05.652+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Nesting Instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Although the MTWSH is always telling me that my obsession with hanging pictures, changing the room order, and laying coloured fabrics is a nesting instinct and that, before I know I'll be begging him to make me a baby, I've always argued that what I have is an "Ikea instinct"... redecorate your life. That or maybe a little bit of OCD too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, like for the last three or four years, my redecorating instinct has been kicking really hard, asking me for a radical makeover. Not in the sense of painting the walls in a fucsia pink or changing the chairs in the living room, but more in a selling all that in a garage sale and move to another country kinda way. The destination doesn't matter. I'm not going to say the farther, the better, because my mom would suffer a heart attack, but almost. I want that, a radical makeover. I want the change so bad I am willing to give up the countries with perpetual snow for those with palm trees and beaches. Really. I don't care, I just want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one can't be bothered. You need to look for the place, do all the paperwork so they let you in, save the money to eat while you're there, pack at least a pair of undies and a toothbrush... I mean, so many things. In the rush it can be very exciting. But nah, it passes fast. Then it is just a matter of rutine. It's true that living in another country is always a little bit more exciting, even if it's only because the place is different, the people is different, you don't know anything... and it's an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, what for? why change all that it's taken you so long to gather (furniture, books, dust) for something only because it's exciting? That's so silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-266941508323745931?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/266941508323745931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=266941508323745931' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/266941508323745931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/266941508323745931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/02/nesting-instinct.html' title='Nesting Instinct'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5890412987921668677</id><published>2009-02-11T00:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:13:29.452+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Instinto anidador</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Aunque el HQTT siempre dice que mi obsesión por poner cuadros, cambiar la decoración de las habitaciones y poner telas de distintos colores es instinto anidador y que antes de que me dé cuenta estaré rogándole que me haga un bebé, yo siempre he dicho que lo que yo tengo es "instinto Ikea"... redecora tu vida. Eso o quizá un poco de OCD también.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Últimamente, como desde hace tres o cuatro años, mi instinto redecorador me está pidiendo a gritos un cambio radical. Pero no en el sentido de pintar las paredes de rosa fucsia o de cambiar las sillas del salón, sino de hacer un mercadillo con todo eso y largarme a otro país. El destino la verdad que me es indiferente. No voy a decir que cuanto más lejos, mejor, porque a mi madre le daría un patatús, pero casi. Quiero eso, un cambio radical. Tengo tantas ganas de cambiar de aires que estoy dispuesta hasta a renunciar a los países con nieve permanente por palmeras y playas. De verdad, me da igual, sólo quiero irme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego da mucha pereza. Tienes que buscar el sitio, hacer papeles para que te dejen entrar, ahorrar dinero para poder comer cuando estés allí, hacer una maleta con al menos una muda y un cepillo de dientes... en fin, muchas cosas. En el momento puede ser muy emocionante pero nah, se pasa en seguida. Luego en realidad es cambiar de rutina. Cierto es que vivir en otro país siempre resulta un poco más emocionante, aunque sólo sea porque el sitio es distinto, la gente es distinta, no conoces las cosas... y es una aventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no, ¿para qué? ¿por qué cambiar lo que tanto tiempo te ha costado reunir (muebles, libros, polvo) por algo sólo porque sea emocionante? Qué tontería.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5890412987921668677?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5890412987921668677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5890412987921668677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5890412987921668677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5890412987921668677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2009/02/instinto-anidador.html' title='Instinto anidador'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2479262913176770336</id><published>2008-12-13T05:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:11:29.351+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Gardening 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8ieDjmCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HXMlwu-JIMo/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8ieDjmCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HXMlwu-JIMo/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278989013601196066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though at first the MTWSM refused having plants in the house (why bring dirt into the house intentionally?), there came a time when I thought it was very sad to have a deserted lounge room, and seeing granny's luscious greenhouse didn't help at all. So we started with one plant (known as "the green plant" for some reason, as if the rest weren't green) and then with another one. That was in the other appartment and only because we didn't have room for anything else. As soon as we moved here, I went crazy. I started buying plants and that's when I learnt the first lesson... don't ever put two plant with different characteristics in the same pot. It sounds like common sense, doesn't it? Well, for a complete illiterate regarding plants, if it has leaves and flowers, it's the same. Why would they need different light patterns? Or water needs? Anyways, in my defense I'll say only those two plants died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;A little while after that, my mom gave me a Swedish ivy plant and told me it needed no specific care, that I could water it whenever I remembered. And it certainly grew beautiful with just a little bit of watering. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8JCUXmxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/17SkTfzq5no/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 5px 5px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8JCUXmxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/17SkTfzq5no/s320/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278988576658791186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But then one day it hailed so hard it seemed the sky was going to fall down (the gauls would have fleed in terror) and the poor Swedish ivy ended up with just one stem and half a leaf. Today's still recovering, but little by little it's getting its past lushness back.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the summer I bought two hortensias. We've always loved those plants, maybe because they remind us of the north and they make it seem like the air smells like the sea and barbeque sardines, with salt and lemon and... what was I talking about? Oh, yes! Plants.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8QezIbEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UzLK2iHwwFs/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5px 5px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8QezIbEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UzLK2iHwwFs/s320/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278988704563096642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is this winter is being a little weird, it's raining more than usual in Madrid and even though it's cold, it is not the coldest winter we've ever had. So the hortensia we have in the office window has gotten this beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to see it like that, even if it's from inside... Some experts have suggested we put them inside for the winter or they will die, but I feel they wouldn't be well inside with the heating and dryness when they could be outside, breathing fresh air and having the sunlight directly on them. But oh, well, I call out to all mothers and gardeners of the world. We admit suggestions and advice for total beginners on gardening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2479262913176770336?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2479262913176770336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2479262913176770336' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2479262913176770336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2479262913176770336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2008/12/gardening-101.html' title='Gardening 101'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/SUK8ieDjmCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HXMlwu-JIMo/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-6485446510780013442</id><published>2008-12-12T19:44:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:13:54.799+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Jardinería I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUKzd1HoZVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VfpdmdlVhnU/s1600-h/P1010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 10px 10px 5pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUKzd1HoZVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VfpdmdlVhnU/s320/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278979038288307538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pesar de que el HQTT al principio se negaba a que tuviéramos plantas en casa (¿por qué meter suciedad intencionadamente en casa?), llegó un momento en que a mí me daba pena tener el salón tan desértico y ver el invernadero tan frondoso que tiene la abuela no ayudaba nada. Así que empezamos con una plantita (conocida como "la planta verde", como si las demás no fueran verdes) y luego con otra más. Eso fue en la otra casa y porque no teníamos sitio apenas. En cuanto vinimos aquí, a mí se me fue la mano. Empecé a comprar plantas y ahí fue cuando llegó la primera lección... no pongas dos plantas de características distintas en la misma maceta. Parece de sentido común, ¿no? Bueno, pues para una completa analfabeta en cuanto a plantas se refiere, si tiene hojas y flores, son iguales. ¿Qué es eso de que una necesite sol y la otra no? ¿O que una quiera más agua que la otra? Pero bueno, en mi defensa diré que sólo se han muerto esas dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;Un tiempo después, mi madre me dio una planta del dinero y me dijo que se cuidaba casi sola, que la regara cuando me acordara. Y cie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUKzxh8YSDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dMbXjyMEAkM/s1600-h/P1010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 5pt 5pt 5px 5px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUKzxh8YSDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dMbXjyMEAkM/s320/P1010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278979376738224178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rtamente, se puso estupenda con sólo regarla de vez en cuando. Pero entonces un día cayó una granizada que parecía que se estaba cayendo el cielo (los galos hubieran huído despavoridos) y la pobre plantita del dinero se quedó en un tallito con media hoja. Aun hoy se está recuperando, aunque poco a poco va recuperando su lozanía pasada.&lt;br /&gt;Y a finales del verano compré dos hortensias. Siempre nos han gustado mucho esas plantas, quizá porque nos recuerdan al norte y hace que parezca que el aire huele a mar y a sardinas a la parrilla, con su sal gorda y su rajita de limón y... ¿de qué estaba hablando? ¡Ah, sí!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUK0tNzSfnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yovfZVnASks/s1600-h/P1010021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUK0tNzSfnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yovfZVnASks/s320/P1010021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278980402123538034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; de plantas.&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que está haciendo un invierno raro, está lloviendo más de lo habitual en Madrid y aunque hace frío, no es el invierno más frío que hemos pasado, ni mucho menos. Así que a la hortensia de la ventana del despacho le ha dado por ponerse así de preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Da una alegría verla aunque sólo sea a través del cristal... Algunas expertas nos aconsejan que las metamos en casa durante el invierno, que si no se nos van a morir, pero me da no sé qué encerrarlas en casa, con la calefacción y la sequedad que hay aquí cuando pueden estar en la calle, respirando aire fresquito y con la luz del sol dándoles directamente. Pero bueno, madres y jardineros del mundo, se admiten consejos y demás para principiantes totales en el mundo de la jardinería.&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/11858576-6485446510780013442?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/6485446510780013442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=6485446510780013442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6485446510780013442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/6485446510780013442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2008/12/jardinera-i.html' title='Jardinería I'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/SUKzd1HoZVI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VfpdmdlVhnU/s72-c/P1010018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-5377673395754672487</id><published>2008-12-01T00:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:11:42.215+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/STKfjNI_jKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oY7LDSrnvAA/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/STKfjNI_jKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oY7LDSrnvAA/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274453540775890082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been wanting to post this for some time now, but it's been a crazy couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone said to me that my winters are full of activity and it's true. Maybe it's a sign that I like cold more than heat... or whatever. For the last couple of months I've been taking 3 courses at a time, apart from my normal workload and a few new projects. At first I thought it wouldn't be so bad and I can't believe this same thing happens every year. Now I have so many things to do I spend the whole day running around, my legs hurt from going up and down the metro stairs all day, and I feel "half there" most of the time from the lack of sleep. But oh, boy! is it true that when you like something nothing seems to bother you! I'm truly delighted, I'm really liking what I'm doing and on top of that I've managed to get rid of the bad habit of watching TV. Instead, I use that brain-melting time to practise with the violin. And I'm improving quite fast... that's motivation!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously sometimes I get stuck or the exhaustion causes me not to perform as well as I'd like, but even that is teaching me things about myself. It seems incredible that at this point in my life I'm learning more than when I was obliged to. But it also helps that everything is starting to make sense and things are starting to fall into place. I think growing up is not going to be so bad after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-5377673395754672487?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/5377673395754672487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=5377673395754672487' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5377673395754672487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/5377673395754672487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tbyvZJd5Ml4/STKfjNI_jKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/oY7LDSrnvAA/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-8273124903863562434</id><published>2008-11-30T14:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:14:19.733+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Mucho que hacer, muy poco tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/STKaduEh4hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/M4Skg1l7zo0/s1600-h/P1010011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 5px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/STKaduEh4hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/M4Skg1l7zo0/s320/P1010011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274447948978184722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hace tiempo que quería poner este post, pero llevo un par de meses muy liada.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me dijo hace poco que mis inviernos siempre están llenos de actividad y es verdad. Será un indicativo de que el frío me gusta más que el calor... o qué sé yo. Llevo ya un par de meses metida en 3 cursos a la vez, además del trabajo de siempre y de un par de proyectos nuevos. Al principio pensé que no sería para tanto, pero parece mentira que esto mismo pase todos los años. Ahora tengo tanto trabajo que estoy todo el día corriendo de aquí para allá, me duelen las piernas de tanto subir y bajar escaleras del metro y estoy todo el día medio empanada por la falta de sueño. Pero ¡ay! qué cierto es lo de "sarna con gusto no pica". Estoy encantada de la vida, realmente me gusta lo que estoy haciendo y encima he conseguido quitarme la mala costumbre de ver la tele y emplear ese rato de podredumbre cerebral en tocar el violín. Estoy mejorando y bastante rápido... ¡eso sí que es motivación!&lt;br /&gt;Está claro que a veces me atasco o que el propio cansancio hace que no haga las cosas tan bien como me gustaría, pero también eso me está enseñando mucho sobre mí misma. Parece increíble que a estas alturas de la vida esté aprendiendo más que cuando tenía que hacerlo por obligación. De todas formas, también ayuda que las cosas empiecen a tener sentido y que ya tenga todo más aspecto de colocado y ordenado donde debería estar. Creo que hacerse mayor no va a estar tan mal después de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-8273124903863562434?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/8273124903863562434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=8273124903863562434' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8273124903863562434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/8273124903863562434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2008/11/mucho-que-hacer-muy-poco-tiempo.html' title='Mucho que hacer, muy poco tiempo'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yKPd3U5QtxU/STKaduEh4hI/AAAAAAAAAMk/M4Skg1l7zo0/s72-c/P1010011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11858576.post-2558424391904213487</id><published>2008-11-06T06:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:11:55.373+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Yes, we can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a delirious night, while I stuggled between pain and fever, with a dry mouth and chills going down my back, Obama was elected President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an instant I held my breath while he went up that stage in Grand Park, in Chicago, and gave that great speech. He talked about that 106-year-old woman who has seen it all, who has suffered herself having to sit down in the back of a bus, who was both discriminated against because she was a woman and she was black. For her, he said, for her and for all of you we are here tonight. I know you haven't done it for me, you've done it for yourselves, because you were ready for a change. And we will be together in this, I will listen to you, I will be honest with you, and I will be your President too. What a moment! That's why they call it History, in capitals, because if that's happened, if a totally unknown man has made 75% of 223 million people go and vote and believe in a common path, then &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyqcx-mYY" target="_blank"&gt;yes, we can&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still have what we have. The same politicians who instead of focusing on what they have to focus on, spend their days throwing bad words at each other like 3rd graders on a school playground. I agree with &lt;a href="http://photosmax.blogs.com/photosmax/2008/11/obama.html" target="_blank"&gt;Max&lt;/a&gt;, we also want to dream, we could use an Obama over here too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11858576-2558424391904213487?l=hanasu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/feeds/2558424391904213487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11858576&amp;postID=2558424391904213487' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2558424391904213487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11858576/posts/default/2558424391904213487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hanasu.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes, we can'/><author><name>Hanasu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00906706741627539816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
