tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26528920948528161422011-07-08T03:08:06.064Zlooking for x, space and borders; and traveling between it.... sound of church bell ringing while I'm passing next to it.Bou Bohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07782153242649458013noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652892094852816142.post-33857750340423402272008-08-11T20:56:00.006Z2009-07-31T19:12:50.280Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vg8IjsPOZWY/SKDBVCes6DI/AAAAAAAAABM/rN-2LFrWVrc/s1600-h/nostalgia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vg8IjsPOZWY/SKDBVCes6DI/AAAAAAAAABM/rN-2LFrWVrc/s320/nostalgia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233395334191573042" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><blockquote><br /></blockquote></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">What is nostalgia then; is it a memory that we create, a picture captured in my mind; with all of it's colors-sounds-emotions and smells? Is it like going through an old photo album filled with old sweet memories that somehow are keeping on directing us, making our new decision being made based on what happened before.</span><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />This is totally wrong</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Recommended</span>:<br />Good bye Lenin<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0301357/trailers-screenplay-vi4238999833">CLICK to the trailer</a><br /><br />Music composed by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/yanntiersencomposer">Yann Tiersen .</a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652892094852816142-3385775034042340227?l=girlabouttogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bou Bohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07782153242649458013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2652892094852816142.post-82369813090696961622008-08-05T22:47:00.003Z2009-07-31T19:15:12.853Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trsc.typepad.com/at_the_fifth_station/images/anais_nin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 111px;" src="http://trsc.typepad.com/at_the_fifth_station/images/anais_nin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">After reeding this article; i was forced to think again of my dreams, of a prophecy , of a person from my dream, about all d sensations that were awoken in me after this dreams, where this persona appears; so clearly there must have been a connection between this sensations and dreams.<br /><br />Yesterday i dreamed of a beautiful female, sitting in some extravagant dress, was very colorful; and she was very interesting, strong and something...<br />The more I observed her I felt closer to her....and after some time I realized she is me. I am her.<br />She was everything I am, and I wont to be, displayed with no time and space in between.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2652892094852816142-8236981309069696162?l=girlabouttogo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bou Bohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07782153242649458013noreply@blogger.com0