<?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-493681109447510856</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:23:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>redsweets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2750505125816682694</id><published>2009-05-10T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:44:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>an affectionate farewell to this blog that has accompanied me for two years. Two years that  have passed very quickly , when sometimes I worked more and sometimes less but I have always been consistent. Patricia I see you on the facebook, the saint facebook ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the typical song for this kind of  moment, enjoy it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTSzsg6sjwU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTSzsg6sjwU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jajaja bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2750505125816682694?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2750505125816682694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2750505125816682694' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2750505125816682694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2750505125816682694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/05/affectionate-farewell-to-this-blog-that.html' title=''/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-4424941626559496123</id><published>2009-05-10T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:17:31.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SgbvxGI1ytI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1vbHtQIZOXM/s1600-h/Picture+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334214435407252178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SgbvxGI1ytI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1vbHtQIZOXM/s200/Picture+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please I need a little bit of a relax and can put this expresion in my face again. I'm very stressed, like all of the second of batxillerat I supose. As you know this is the last week of the term and of the last year in the high school. For this reason it's normal all this frenetic rithm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I have one thing very clear. When I'll finish all this examns and I know that I'll pass this year, I'll go to one crazy party and I'll not stop until my feet begin to bleed. Because in this way I'll can download the little energy that I'll have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4424941626559496123?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4424941626559496123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4424941626559496123' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4424941626559496123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4424941626559496123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/05/please-i-need-little-bit-of-relax-and.html' title=''/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SgbvxGI1ytI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1vbHtQIZOXM/s72-c/Picture+229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-3335077876407550865</id><published>2009-05-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:00:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿which is the exten that our lives pertecene us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that our lives are the best thing that we can have. Our body, our mind and our liberty for decide, is the most important think, that all the humans can have. All this things are esential. The life is a fact that we have to respect and appraise, we've to love the life. But , ¿what is the point that we must overcome in order to stop valutation of all these aspects? All of us deserve a decent life, and the happiness, however there are many people who can't enjoy these privileges. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, all we are agree with everything that I'm saying. The problem is when involved the moral in that question , because mainly the people have different kind of ideology and thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A point very important too for measure up all this is the family environment in which the people have grown,because maybe have received a Catholic education and can not permit that acts , like the eutenasia, were carried out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my case I've recived a catholic education in the school, but I'm sure that if one person have a miserable life, for serious reasons, and know that may never more can will have again a normal life, like in the cas of Ramón snt Pedro, should have the opportunity to die with dignity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3335077876407550865?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3335077876407550865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3335077876407550865' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3335077876407550865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3335077876407550865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/05/which-is-exten-that-our-lives-pertecene.html' title='¿which is the exten that our lives pertecene us?'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-7835654760249167731</id><published>2009-05-03T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:46:21.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My god...! This &lt;span class="clickable" onclick="'dr4sdgryt(event,"&gt;&lt;span class="qclt" title="approximate equivalence"&gt;long weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was amazing, I can't describe all the experience and the things that have hapened me.  From wednesday to saturday I went every nigth to Figueres. The truth is that I love this kind of events, like Barraques , because you can lost between all the people,  involved with the music,  and find the same people who you only can see once every year, and always is in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barraques&lt;/span&gt;. I supose that this are the things which do that this event was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse is that I need another day more for relax and rest my mind and my tired body. I supose that me and the rest of my friends thought that this time, with only four days , would be very few for can disconnect, like we wanted. But I guess too that the reason because now I'm so tired is because how  I thought in wednesday , that I'll have only four  free days off,  before starting all the latest exams,  I had to make the most of all days.&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/493681109447510856-7835654760249167731?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7835654760249167731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=7835654760249167731' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7835654760249167731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7835654760249167731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-god.html' title='amazing long weekend'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2865326352812387015</id><published>2009-04-28T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:09:18.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well, anyone is perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SfdUT8he_oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8JrlUjVd3Co/s1600-h/bueno,+nadie+es+perfecto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329821385657089666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SfdUT8he_oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8JrlUjVd3Co/s200/bueno,+nadie+es+perfecto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like say this character in the film " &lt;em&gt;with skirt and so crazy&lt;/em&gt; " anybody is perfect. All of us are unique just for our defects, not only for our virtues. Remember this because is very important have a good self-esteem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2865326352812387015?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2865326352812387015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2865326352812387015' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2865326352812387015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2865326352812387015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-anyone-is-perfect.html' title='well, anyone is perfect'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SfdUT8he_oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/8JrlUjVd3Co/s72-c/bueno,+nadie+es+perfecto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-5730682627301558412</id><published>2009-04-26T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:53:43.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the definition of martir on the big screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SfVVq6OBMuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1eQ-Y_clwT0/s1600-h/poster-martyrs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SfVVq6OBMuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1eQ-Y_clwT0/s320/poster-martyrs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329259929733772002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;martir&lt;/span&gt; comes to the greek lenguaje and means witness. Therefore, the martyrs are witnesses of the faith. However this term has too a religious connotation. In this case means a person, who suffer the same pain as Jesus, who die and suffer for the love to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well is all this definition which move all the topic in the film. The production of this last year, Martyrs, is one film of free violence, psychological and phisical, which talk about this kind of people. As also say in the movie to understand the meaning, is that everybody can be a victim, is very easy be a victim of the violence, but no be a martir, because they are the exception of the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie one grup of old people search this exceptional people, the martyrs, for know about the next life, what are after the dead, torturing to young people, mostly girls because they are more receptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the religion like culture and curiosities is a world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JN94VedaTxI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JN94VedaTxI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/493681109447510856-5730682627301558412?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/5730682627301558412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=5730682627301558412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/5730682627301558412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/5730682627301558412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/04/definition-of-martir-on-big-screen.html' title='the definition of martir on the big screen'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SfVVq6OBMuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/1eQ-Y_clwT0/s72-c/poster-martyrs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-7652267081338894135</id><published>2009-04-23T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:45:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is sant george day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This celebration is a catalan custom for celebrate the day of love and of the and the relationships of couples.This special date go with the hands of a legend for many years. Saint George fight with the evil dragon, which wants to eat the princess.Finally, Sant George kills the dragon with his sword. And of the blood poured from the wound, born a beautiful rose, symbol of their friendship and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but it is also important to note that 23th of april is the date that has always been linked, directly or indirectly, with the literature and the popular traditions. Here in &lt;em&gt;Catalunya&lt;/em&gt; the tradition is that the boys give us a rose and we give a book to them because as a love symbol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-7652267081338894135?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7652267081338894135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=7652267081338894135' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7652267081338894135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7652267081338894135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-sant-george-day.html' title='today is sant george day'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-1585209810287498797</id><published>2009-04-19T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:40:05.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what are these cuts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SewYTzVMK6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FaSYpzqKFJ4/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SewYTzVMK6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FaSYpzqKFJ4/s320/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326659187748121506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The term estimgma comes from the greek language and means signals. Described the wounds that are formed spontaneously on the hands, feet and on the face, like the wounds of Christ crucified.Usually occur in individuals that have a life intensely mystical and very spiritual, but also can be found in other kind of individuals. Are usually very religious people , obsessed by the wounds of Christ and people who want suffer his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the history of the Church more than 350 known cases , and seventy-two have been declared saints. The Church tends to distinguish between divine and stigmas evil stigmas, depending on the sanctity of the protagonist of the phenomenon in each case , like the features that surround the phenomenon at the time of manifestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stigmas aren't usual bodily injury because there are abundant bleeding that can't be explained because these injuries are to the surface of the skin., away from major blood vessels.Another characteristic is that the blood is clean and pure and we can't cure the wound, in this case stigma.Never heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many stigmatized reported visions of Christ and angels, with God or any religious character of the Catholic religion and normally smeel new smeels similar to the petals.&lt;br /&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/493681109447510856-1585209810287498797?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1585209810287498797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1585209810287498797' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1585209810287498797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1585209810287498797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-are-these-cuts.html' title='what are these cuts?'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SewYTzVMK6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/FaSYpzqKFJ4/s72-c/02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-1197964351525866002</id><published>2009-04-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:47:50.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the second term</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In reality , after end the second term, I haven't spend a lot of time in the blog. I know that this isn't a great idea you know,began to be lazy in the school, because in only one month I will finish the high school for do the selectivitat exam and after, with lucky, I'll go to the university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm very happy with the marks of the second quarter, however I think the english subject could be better, I could do it better. For this reason I'll say the same that  we all say again and again without tiring of it. I'll improve for upload the english marks , just as the other subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-1197964351525866002?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1197964351525866002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1197964351525866002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1197964351525866002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1197964351525866002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-reality-after-end-second-term-i.html' title='after the second term'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-1226057595570072508</id><published>2009-03-29T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:54:13.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La pianiste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SdBsjJnnScI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6ibulOpi2SU/s1600-h/profesora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SdBsjJnnScI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6ibulOpi2SU/s200/profesora2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318870511057848770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Michael H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Countries:&lt;/span&gt; Austria, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Year:&lt;/span&gt; 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length:&lt;/span&gt; 130 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Genre:&lt;/span&gt; Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Erika Kohut is a important piano teacher in a conservatory of Viena. She lives with her mother, who controls him in one way very possessive, counts every minute and hours that her daugther spend away of home, after her eight hours of work in the conservatory and the repressed her sexually. Is for these reason that Erika goes to the pornocine and pornoplaces for masturbate herself while observe another people doing sex, but all this in one way very sickly. One day Erika comes with her mother to one private piano concert in the house of one friends.There she meets the young son, who falls madly in love of her. From here begins a tortuous relationship that will take them both to the limi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually is a hard film. As you shall know this director is the same of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny games &lt;/span&gt;another impacting movie.The difference is that in this film not used the violence for impact the spectator, used the image of one adult women who suffers one hard sex frustration, that became to confused her feelings to her mother and maul to her own sex. the truth is that, like a women,there  are some scenes very cruel and shocking. But the best is that the topic of this movie isn't exploited and for this reason is very novel and morbus.&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/493681109447510856-1226057595570072508?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1226057595570072508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1226057595570072508' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1226057595570072508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1226057595570072508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-pianiste.html' title='La pianiste'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SdBsjJnnScI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6ibulOpi2SU/s72-c/profesora2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-802249848331845458</id><published>2009-03-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:37:46.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the good ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/ScqBIlgGO7I/AAAAAAAAATs/1zh0_WHvde0/s1600-h/2154528813_8110f8dcda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/ScqBIlgGO7I/AAAAAAAAATs/1zh0_WHvde0/s320/2154528813_8110f8dcda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317204294569966514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my view always the best things will finish or aren't durable because it's the only way to distinguish pleasure from pain, the happiness of unhappiness.In fact, there are phrases, known by all, such as that the peace requires war. Because one would not exist without the other. Well in this case the true happiness or pleasure don't exist or we don't will know to distinguish the absence without the opposite sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once exposed this, linking ideas, I arise the same way as Nietzsche, if necessary suffer the pain, failure or feel unhappy and then after this period find the inner  peace and happiness. For instance a man might pass by a failure at work. But then once he learned the lesson and the  tricks  for that it can't happen again, you can improve on a personal and working level. Moreover as I said before we find that the good feel can't last forever. We have to give way to another stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short say that if we apply this philosophy, perhaps we can be happier and improve as individuals. tries to think it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-802249848331845458?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/802249848331845458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=802249848331845458' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/802249848331845458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/802249848331845458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-good-ends.html' title='all the good ends'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/ScqBIlgGO7I/AAAAAAAAATs/1zh0_WHvde0/s72-c/2154528813_8110f8dcda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-4237257839236498453</id><published>2009-03-20T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:38:16.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>real women have curves ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/ScQKPXy6G8I/AAAAAAAAATU/R_PFMj4BT3Y/s1600-h/pinup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/ScQKPXy6G8I/AAAAAAAAATU/R_PFMj4BT3Y/s320/pinup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315384719405882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hate the people who thinks that beauty is in the thinness,stay in size 32 and in the flat stomach.Because I think that this is a error for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For one hand because is clear that isn't good for health wanting to be always thin. The fact of wanting to have a good body, a small size of jeans, entails to being obsessed with diets and weight.And in extreme cases to anorexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the other hand say that, we must take into account, as a society, that fashion is a very important factor in this issue, and today, virtually in any topic. nowadays for be fashion, and be cool do you have to dress well and especially be thin. The women 10 in  XXI century is 60 - 90 - 60. As a result the faishon and for be a good look do you have to be a barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact to explain my views on this controversial topic that this is an absurd fashion. In the 50 women had more body volume and  was totally different to the women of today, however, remain a important sex icon of our times. . So do not worry about what you eat. Remember real women have curves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4237257839236498453?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4237257839236498453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4237257839236498453' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4237257839236498453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4237257839236498453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/real-women-have-curves-i-really-hate.html' title='real women have curves ;)'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/ScQKPXy6G8I/AAAAAAAAATU/R_PFMj4BT3Y/s72-c/pinup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-6839927587900997433</id><published>2009-03-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T14:51:31.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQ9OYVkEEI/AAAAAAAAATM/SOn06nj9zG4/s1600-h/funny-games-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQ9OYVkEEI/AAAAAAAAATM/SOn06nj9zG4/s200/funny-games-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310937177837015106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Games, this is  called, with irony,the spectacular but painful,  Miachel Haneke's film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film start with the story of a family that falls into the hands of two sick guys. There have been many other films that dealt with this issue especially in the 70 and 80 (the last house on the left for example).The novelty is that Haneke did a film like a documentary . The movie is not a horror film , is a faithful portrait of a nightmare. A nightmare more disturbing than any horror film because the tone and the documentary doesn't leave exit of the agonizing to the viewer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insane style of Haneke and his morbid desire to cause revulsion in the viewer is truly remarkable. him psychopaths were the most disgusting thing that  I have seen on a screen in my  life, not because they are evil but because they are repulsive in their politic manners and their control. We all know that the character of Hannibal Lecter is a psychopath, but in somehow we made a sympathetic character. But the psychopaths of Funny games are simply horrible.Like the sick guys play with their victims, Haneke plays with the viewer and . He propose the game to guess if you can see the whole movie.. The director is identified with the villain's role and torture ourselves. Interesting point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different, painful, really shocking, but very well designed and interpreted.I think it's a great film because it manages to make you feel just as bad that the victims of the screen and that you finally hate the two sick guys who want begin this macabre game.For these reasons I think that this one is a good film .Because it makes you believe all the things that happened in the screen and you feel the same  as the actors with whom you identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny games guys ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-6839927587900997433?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6839927587900997433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=6839927587900997433' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6839927587900997433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6839927587900997433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-games.html' title='funny games'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQ9OYVkEEI/AAAAAAAAATM/SOn06nj9zG4/s72-c/funny-games-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-7131587369341923431</id><published>2009-03-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:39:10.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQeoA6R1fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JLXy2RvCmOo/s1600-h/2567_54367041698_712086698_1541237_6226531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQeoA6R1fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JLXy2RvCmOo/s320/2567_54367041698_712086698_1541237_6226531_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310903533364696562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all we have different friends and all between them, with their flaws and their virtues, with their distinctive features that make them unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your friends ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-7131587369341923431?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7131587369341923431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=7131587369341923431' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7131587369341923431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7131587369341923431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-we-have-different-friends-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SbQeoA6R1fI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JLXy2RvCmOo/s72-c/2567_54367041698_712086698_1541237_6226531_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-4359420208064931955</id><published>2009-03-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:34:06.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>family guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbPkAfi2BsI/AAAAAAAAASs/TBDZ5sJMRVE/s1600-h/padre-de-familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SbPkAfi2BsI/AAAAAAAAASs/TBDZ5sJMRVE/s200/padre-de-familia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310839082718725826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy this tv program. But especially because every character has her own personaluty, and this is very specific and is very funny too. My favorite character is Brian, the dog. simply because  Brian is absolutely faithful yet to Peter is still a complete idiot. Brian is also  intelligent and sophisticated.it's funny because in this picture you can see that the face of all the characters are a summary of his normaly attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4359420208064931955?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4359420208064931955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4359420208064931955' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4359420208064931955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4359420208064931955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-guy.html' title='family guy'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SbPkAfi2BsI/AAAAAAAAASs/TBDZ5sJMRVE/s72-c/padre-de-familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-4156612155694103258</id><published>2009-03-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:02:44.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be a leader</title><content type='html'>the men always have needed a reference for almost all the groups that make up society.In the family, in politics in the country... We believe that we have to have a leader to guide us, that impose us rules or  that he will punish us.because in this way we have a sense of order and  security . However this statement has implied som econditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first the leadership is a talent scarce. The problem is that not everyone is able to steer or govern, but the worst part is that those who are trained to do this, not apply the appropriate rules for everyone.it is also important to have a moral right very clear and equals for everyone. Plato have already referred to all this. He thought that the clever one  had to follow a strict education i have a very high knowledge. For this is important that the person who is command of many people, know well  the terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have already seen that the conditions aren't easy . And that the leader has advantages but that involves also a great responsavilidad. a person like us, if do a mistake, will be punished by law. ¿But what happens if a leader makes a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion  be a good leader is very complicated and subjective.I'm only sure that  the law that applies has to be good for everyone. without distinction between men and women. Importantly,know divide the cake among all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4156612155694103258?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4156612155694103258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4156612155694103258' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4156612155694103258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4156612155694103258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/03/be-leader.html' title='be a leader'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2829238141390223770</id><published>2009-02-14T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:43:29.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy san sock ;)</title><content type='html'>lovers don't worry about this stupid economic celebration,this is only one of most celebrations that the shops take advantage, financially of course.&lt;br /&gt;the truth is that the day of the couples is all the days of their relation, no one convencional party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy san sock ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2829238141390223770?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2829238141390223770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2829238141390223770' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2829238141390223770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2829238141390223770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-san-sock.html' title='happy san sock ;)'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-8308174301775265868</id><published>2009-02-09T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:46:04.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SZCH70eKgcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SYVARl5GeUE/s1600-h/El-despertar-del-amor_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SZCH70eKgcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SYVARl5GeUE/s200/El-despertar-del-amor_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300886223182266818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The awakening of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin is important know that this movie is based on the novel called "Mine Ha-Ha" and the film is titled with the awakening of love. However we must not give much importance to the title, because the love is an  issue  secondary , so much that this seem nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real matter of this film is quite contrary to love.To start the film present it us some characters, which we never come to know. These are some girls who live in a boarding school in the middle of a forest, which they have never leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the only issues that appears is the awakening of love of two youths who live in this kind of jail, which will bring many problems, because any lesbian  contact is forbidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later appears the only male character in the movie, the prince.And with his presentation also reveals the true theme of the film and the novel. This school is only a cover, because these really young girls, who come from very young, are strictly educated in the fine arts that has to have a woman for,  being older, meet the prince and  will be his sexual distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I liked this film, because it keeps you intrigued, thanks also to the music of the piano that we can hear in the most intriguing scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8308174301775265868?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8308174301775265868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8308174301775265868' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8308174301775265868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8308174301775265868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/02/awakening-of-love-to-begin-is-important.html' title=''/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SZCH70eKgcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SYVARl5GeUE/s72-c/El-despertar-del-amor_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-339574399062448770</id><published>2009-01-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:42:30.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For this, my darling, for by day by day, for teaching me to see the sky more blue, for be my partner and give me your energy, for stand in all my bad moments and great moments , for all this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't fit in my life , my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;you're my best friend and I'm so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;maria&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-339574399062448770?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/339574399062448770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=339574399062448770' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/339574399062448770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/339574399062448770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-this-my-darling-for-by-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-155560262361094277</id><published>2009-01-18T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T07:23:53.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my name. Laura.</title><content type='html'>All the names have one origin. The truth is that a lot of people believe that your name can say a lot of your self, your personality and the most caracteristics of you. I searched about my name and I found this description about my self: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She's emotive by nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's expresse through perseverance, associations, and the approach the settlement. He likes to be assisted and supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She's expressive by nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's demanding. she's expressed by original form in the privacy and integrity.      She is distinguished by her delicacy.Laura loves the wisdom and mystery.             And always is searching the approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Natural talent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she's conservative spirit and the commitment to community life. Consistently and diligently. She loves the activities that require the action of friendship, sociability and civility. Could highlight in professions such as doctors, nurses, musician, social worker, architect, interior designer, cook and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky number: 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-155560262361094277?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/155560262361094277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=155560262361094277' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/155560262361094277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/155560262361094277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-name-laura.html' title='my name. Laura.'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-6477076783572398659</id><published>2009-01-16T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:25:48.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SXDfDw0u3hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/58uswEz1LUQ/s1600-h/Dibuix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SXDfDw0u3hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/58uswEz1LUQ/s200/Dibuix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291974817899011602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carnival is near, so soon we can pass a lot of days of amazing nights and days with our friends. Every year I wait anxious barraques and carnival, because I think that the village partties are the best,in Barcelona the people is maybe a little more boring.I like to much dressing, and it's the only time of year that you can go very provocative or pathetic without that the people think badly about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last year all the people of the class and some people of the village, were wearing a dress of schoolgirl, that you can see on the picture. In summery, I have a very good memory of last year, so I hope that this year will be much better, and I hope too see you ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-6477076783572398659?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6477076783572398659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=6477076783572398659' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6477076783572398659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6477076783572398659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/carnival.html' title='Carnival'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SXDfDw0u3hI/AAAAAAAAAR0/58uswEz1LUQ/s72-c/Dibuix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-4352779935927097694</id><published>2009-01-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:09:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite book. enjoy it</title><content type='html'>In this entrie I want talk about my favorite book. " &lt;em&gt;El mecanoscrit del segon origen&lt;/em&gt;" by Manuel de Pedrolo. This one talk about Alba, one teenager girl, she is 14 and Didad one black boy of 9 years.both soon become the few survivors of the earth, because they're under the water at the time that the aliens attacking earth.For four years they have to live alone and face all the problems and difficulties that they encounter on their long and dangerous way.This book has wrote with chapters that always begin with the age of alba and his virginity. Finally Alba becomes the mother of the second humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read this book four times, all at different times of my life, and every one of them I thought about the story in a different way. Anyway I have to admit that the first time I read the end, I cried.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SW4pp1U8gCI/AAAAAAAAARk/iWxcS-sNWzY/s1600-h/n1345537625_30218310_8566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SW4pp1U8gCI/AAAAAAAAARk/iWxcS-sNWzY/s320/n1345537625_30218310_8566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291212410873217058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should read this book. &lt;br /&gt;I hope that you will enjoy it as much as I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4352779935927097694?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4352779935927097694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4352779935927097694' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4352779935927097694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4352779935927097694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-book-enjoy-it.html' title='my favorite book. enjoy it'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SW4pp1U8gCI/AAAAAAAAARk/iWxcS-sNWzY/s72-c/n1345537625_30218310_8566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-6842459944994458767</id><published>2009-01-11T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:46:13.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING BACK TO SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>The truth is that after a lot of days of desorder horary of my sleep I want return to the rutine life but not to the high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically go out every nigth is better than stay at home studing or doing something related with the school,like homework. However sometimes I need a little of order in my life for one little period of time. If I don't come back to this pace I can fall in another type of rutine, and die for some toxic intoxication for go out with my friends , dont worry it's a little joke ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this reason I return to the normal life for give it all in the exams, spend all my free time with my reserch project , with the only purpose of improve some subjects and pass the two that I felt las term, all for pass and end this last year in the high school and can return to Barcelona for study in the universiti and can live in some house with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND OF THE SECOND TERM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-6842459944994458767?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6842459944994458767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=6842459944994458767' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6842459944994458767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/6842459944994458767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-back-to-school.html' title='COMING BACK TO SCHOOL'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-4887420561264824405</id><published>2009-01-06T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:19:16.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMAS HOLIDAYS</title><content type='html'>these Christmas holidays have been the best of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because now I have 18 years old,even I have money of this summer and because I have the lucky of having parents who have great confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;In sumary I did a little of everything. I spent hours playing table football in bars with my friends drinking beer , I went to nightclubs ,like chic, I've been a lot with the family, with my love and I went to Barcelona to have a good time with my new friends, marina and sara. They're like two gifts of the heaven for me. that is, I've done everything less any homework. Luckily, I was cautious and the first day I did it all! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF SECOND TERM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4887420561264824405?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4887420561264824405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4887420561264824405' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4887420561264824405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4887420561264824405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2009/01/xmas-holidays.html' title='XMAS HOLIDAYS'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-7415690307926248347</id><published>2008-11-30T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T06:07:16.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLY...</title><content type='html'>the best and most exciting feeling I've had in my  life has been tirarme since 3000 meters of altitude by parachute.You can't describe, neither can compare to the feeling of the funfair. the feeling that travels throughout your body at the time of jump from the plane is indescribable.because those few seconds are the sum of thousands of thrills.I enjoyed so much that moment, and I hope repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo was taked the daythat I jump for the first time, it was my gift for 16 years. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/STKdq775bRI/AAAAAAAAARU/eql4qGMOb5E/s1600-h/untitled+-+C%C3%B2pia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/STKdq775bRI/AAAAAAAAARU/eql4qGMOb5E/s320/untitled+-+C%C3%B2pia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274451474573258002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA POINT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-7415690307926248347?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7415690307926248347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=7415690307926248347' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7415690307926248347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7415690307926248347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/11/fly.html' title='FLY...'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/STKdq775bRI/AAAAAAAAARU/eql4qGMOb5E/s72-c/untitled+-+C%C3%B2pia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2968327447502212221</id><published>2008-11-02T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:34:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>longing</title><content type='html'>Since you left I haven't returned to be the same,&lt;br /&gt;¿What you did it with me? ¿what you gave me? &lt;br /&gt;that there aren't more sad heart that mine...&lt;br /&gt;Have passed  hours, months, years of disappointment,&lt;br /&gt;the vacuum isn't small and I feel that I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm already struggling to forget, &lt;br /&gt;In every kiss that I do, I try to find you ...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't plain the way if I lose who I love&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the destiny that wanted like this.&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, here, I have my friends for forget you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke off our relationship, &lt;br /&gt;I have never denied that I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;but in my soul weighs have met you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIXTH ENTRIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2968327447502212221?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2968327447502212221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2968327447502212221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2968327447502212221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2968327447502212221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/11/longing.html' title='longing'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-7828060148648755113</id><published>2008-10-21T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:17:11.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN</title><content type='html'>At the door of heaven I wait my arrival San Pedro,&lt;br /&gt;While my family was crying my fault, my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;I see that I'm writing to one light,&lt;br /&gt;that I think leads me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my life it's over and arrive a tragic hour...&lt;br /&gt;My name is sculpted on the marble of a tombstone, &lt;br /&gt;I die young and my life is summed up in four pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I can't consider myself any saint, &lt;br /&gt;because I have sinned and wrong, but neither it's for much,&lt;br /&gt;I loved who loved me and who hated me,&lt;br /&gt;But where is it written that now is my time? &lt;br /&gt;Where did it say?A part of the tomb where my mother cry, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;With all respect, sir, I disagree &lt;br /&gt;With my loved ones only have my memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the doors of heaven you will see, &lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've done in life ,&lt;br /&gt;and there aren't turning back &lt;br /&gt;will not there missings, buts, no excuses...&lt;br /&gt;CARPE DIEM ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFTH ENTRIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-7828060148648755113?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/7828060148648755113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=7828060148648755113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7828060148648755113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/7828060148648755113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-must-dreaming.html' title='AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-8193888142832424610</id><published>2008-10-14T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:33:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EXISTENCE OF GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SPUm_JjbFyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4qJpNWPfYM/s1600-h/alan-recemos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SPUm_JjbFyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4qJpNWPfYM/s200/alan-recemos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257151006363031330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belive in the God of the Bible or another holy book. Really I'm don't safe to think about this issue, I think it is very delicate,for this reason I consider myself agnostic.I belive in a abstract god or maybe this is that I want belive.I supose that I want think that exist one divinity who protect us of the bad people or bad things but the reality is more cold and sad because always happen bad things in the world and  any god try to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;I have always judged the people who live only for the Bible and religion, like the nuns, weak and unrealistic. Because I believe that not everything is faith, you have to put of  your part for have things or not.&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH ENTRIE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8193888142832424610?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8193888142832424610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8193888142832424610' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8193888142832424610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8193888142832424610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/10/existence-of-god.html' title='THE EXISTENCE OF GOD'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SPUm_JjbFyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/W4qJpNWPfYM/s72-c/alan-recemos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-5885874011449054716</id><published>2008-10-07T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:37:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH PENALTY ¿ instinct or justice?</title><content type='html'>Today, the death penalty is a reality in many countries.&lt;br /&gt;Over  years,we're improving the methods to end the lives of criminals. Is this truly justice, or simply a reflection of human instinct for revenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to these questions stay in the nature of human. The animal instinct of revenge dominates us when someone harms us.Not only that, you can also give some of the blame to the  religion particularly the writings of the Old Testament, "eye for eye, tooth for tooth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion I think that is a issues very delicate for say my  clear opinion but I think that maybe we can choose or discober another shape for kill all this criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3RD ENTRIE OF SECOND BAIXILLERAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-5885874011449054716?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/5885874011449054716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=5885874011449054716' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/5885874011449054716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/5885874011449054716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-penalty-instinct-or-justice.html' title='DEATH PENALTY ¿ instinct or justice?'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2050678726328194898</id><published>2008-09-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:13:46.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SOEnkw6zjqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3cApXyXd-W8/s1600-h/london92.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SOEnkw6zjqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3cApXyXd-W8/s200/london92.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251522153051033250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yes.. your eyes don't lie you!!This september I was travel to London city. Well, all started when in 9th of august was my 18th birthday and my friend Nacho,one friend very special gave me an amazing gift. &lt;br /&gt;One travel to London.. my god, unforgettable, my first travel alone, with a guy who knew 4 years ago in a nightclub for 14 years old called up&amp;down.Was a travel more cultural than festival,as seen in the photo we're on the famous big ben ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I enjoyed so much this gift and ,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I'll remember for all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND ENTRIE OF SECOND OF BATXILLERAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2050678726328194898?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2050678726328194898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2050678726328194898' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2050678726328194898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2050678726328194898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/09/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SOEnkw6zjqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3cApXyXd-W8/s72-c/london92.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-1783606510326980911</id><published>2008-09-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:51:53.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with H of Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SNqaHnAZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TN17eX4GRwk/s1600-h/hip-hop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SNqaHnAZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TN17eX4GRwk/s200/hip-hop.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249677771174175330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about de HipHop culture, the issues of my TDR.&lt;br /&gt;In this work I want to display the possibility of considerate this kind of music,and truly a lifestyle,like poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's just the poetry complicated writtens filled of words difficult to understand or can be too only songs that speak so poetically of events of the day to day,expressing deep feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from this discussion, which will be discussed in my work, &lt;br /&gt;I try to give a new image, less aggressive to all the elements &lt;br /&gt;that form the Hip-Hop culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, ¡this is a work of literature, where I'll analyze &lt;br /&gt;the songs and explain the culture along with interviews &lt;br /&gt;and great picture gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FISRT ENTRIE OF SECOND OF BATXILLERAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-1783606510326980911?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1783606510326980911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1783606510326980911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1783606510326980911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1783606510326980911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-h-of-hip-hop.html' title='with H of Hip Hop'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/SNqaHnAZ4mI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TN17eX4GRwk/s72-c/hip-hop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-8976756347568478842</id><published>2008-06-08T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:33:16.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see youu</title><content type='html'>I say goodbye to blog until 2nd of Batxillerat with a big kiss. &lt;br /&gt;good holidays ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muuuuuak's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8976756347568478842?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8976756347568478842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8976756347568478842' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8976756347568478842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8976756347568478842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-youu.html' title='see youu'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2535464383358414322</id><published>2008-06-08T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:20:43.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nip tuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEwi5Qx3gCI/AAAAAAAAALk/QDMMeAZsAn4/s1600-h/nip_tuck_saison_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEwi5Qx3gCI/AAAAAAAAALk/QDMMeAZsAn4/s200/nip_tuck_saison_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209577236112834594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this program.&lt;br /&gt;I think  that it has a little bit of everything. &lt;br /&gt;Loving relationships, danger,family problems , the money, and talks about the values of people and about life in general. All these situations are explained arroud of the motion of the two characters.&lt;br /&gt;Is unbelievable that nip tuck teachs you  in a way nice form the cold reality that surrounds us. The superficial and materialistic world that this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its clearly that this program isn't for all audiences, because has a high explicit  content,but I think it's good enough to returns on tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2535464383358414322?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2535464383358414322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2535464383358414322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2535464383358414322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2535464383358414322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/06/nip-tuck.html' title='nip tuck'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEwi5Qx3gCI/AAAAAAAAALk/QDMMeAZsAn4/s72-c/nip_tuck_saison_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-3481219316812670916</id><published>2008-06-04T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:05:37.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jackass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEa7kWAJ3SI/AAAAAAAAALU/XEFGZPRU_es/s1600-h/jackass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEa7kWAJ3SI/AAAAAAAAALU/XEFGZPRU_es/s200/jackass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208056252156468514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackass was a comedy series of half-hour by chapter, originally on MTV from February 29 until now. It was created by Cucu INC. In it,the characters do a stupid  activities whose purpose is usually inflicted pain or search in this , activities of highest possible risk and danger for make laugh all the people.&lt;br /&gt;Some people qualify this guys like hooligans, but I like a lot,  they make me laugh. But I think that they're stoned when they make these activities .&lt;br /&gt;see jackass ,laugh or critical, but you  never  must imitate they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3481219316812670916?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3481219316812670916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3481219316812670916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3481219316812670916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3481219316812670916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/06/jackass.html' title='jackass'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SEa7kWAJ3SI/AAAAAAAAALU/XEFGZPRU_es/s72-c/jackass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-1043005223554396440</id><published>2008-06-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:46:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City or village?</title><content type='html'>¿live in a village or town? a question that maybe some people think that is unnecessary , but actually a lot of teenagers as the people who finish second of batxillerat, must be done to consider their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand , nowadays I think that the people, in general ,think that is better live in a city, specially  in the capitals of the country, because there are many more opportunities for future,as job offers . Howeber there are much more competition, because you are one among thousands,for this reason is harder to stress for  your actions or academic level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, we must recognize that the quality of life in villages is much more healthy and quiet. For older people, is a much better life without stress by cars and others. But for young people, like me, sometimes can be boring  the extreme tranquility, especially in coastal towns that are empty when it's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, like all things, live in a town or city have &lt;br /&gt;a negative and the positive part. &lt;br /&gt;But for me, no doubt , I prefer live in a city with active life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-1043005223554396440?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1043005223554396440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1043005223554396440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2303775190404709844</id><published>2008-05-19T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:07:59.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm crazy for your bones...</title><content type='html'>everyone knows already, the truth&lt;br /&gt;That I'm crazy for your bones...&lt;br /&gt;is nothing unusual,if in the end your eyes make me temper&lt;br /&gt;Approach to my mouth more and you'll see &lt;br /&gt;that I'm dying for your kisses...:P&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't stop to playing, &lt;br /&gt;at the end with fire you'll burn..!&lt;br /&gt;¿you know how I'm go mad, when I saw you?&lt;br /&gt;you're so sexy with this trousers&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for your bones...&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy for your bones...&lt;br /&gt;you know so well ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gore gore gays &lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div 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bones...'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-6486456616858747415</id><published>2008-04-16T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:15:03.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday nigth plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SAYwKQT12BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tq49UHkoQ60/s1600-h/11-11-07_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/SAYwKQT12BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Tq49UHkoQ60/s200/11-11-07_0206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189888573326088210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The saturday nigth plan, &lt;br /&gt;it's clear&lt;br /&gt;Take all kinds of drugs, pleasant form of spend the time..&lt;br /&gt;Dance all the music,&lt;br /&gt;dance,samba or cheap house&lt;br /&gt;... this it's not important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't move your ass,‭ ‬wanker&lt;br /&gt;You don't see that you only do the rediculous&lt;br /&gt;Don't sniff lime,‭ ‬don't smoke weed‭ ‬,‭ ‬don't drink rat poison&lt;br /&gt;Because now the pretty blonde girl isnt watching you,‭ &lt;br /&gt;its the bouncer od the disco&lt;br /&gt;Don't move your ass,‭ ‬retard&lt;br /&gt;don't you see that you are doing ridicolous stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-6486456616858747415?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/6486456616858747415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-3766302593717200285</id><published>2008-04-08T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:34:11.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The apple of desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_vIgZot3WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Cu3NEkBM4A/s1600-h/Dibuix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_vIgZot3WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Cu3NEkBM4A/s200/Dibuix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186959854810291554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the forbidden fruit&lt;br /&gt;The apple that emanates &lt;br /&gt;bloodied poison&lt;br /&gt;And I went so stupid when &lt;br /&gt;I tasted you...&lt;br /&gt;And look at me now...&lt;br /&gt;you run in to my veins, &lt;br /&gt;killing me a little everyday, like a cancer,&lt;br /&gt;eating my entrails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you but &lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3766302593717200285?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3766302593717200285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3766302593717200285' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3766302593717200285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3766302593717200285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/04/apple-of-desire.html' title='The apple of desire'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R_vIgZot3WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/-Cu3NEkBM4A/s72-c/Dibuix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-8981259698635561188</id><published>2008-04-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T08:26:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy tree friends</title><content type='html'>I really love this cartoons&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are a bit like "rasca &amp; pica"  &lt;br /&gt;the cartoons that always watch Bart and&lt;br /&gt;Lisa in the Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii8UoZXNbJ8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ii8UoZXNbJ8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8981259698635561188?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8981259698635561188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8981259698635561188' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8981259698635561188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8981259698635561188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-tree-friends.html' title='happy tree friends'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-8759947670286030859</id><published>2008-04-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:01:58.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snuff</title><content type='html'>The snuff movies,also known like the real thing,&lt;br /&gt;have a extrem content where the people are tortured, &lt;br /&gt;raped and killed for the sole purpose of saving this &lt;br /&gt;bloody images.This cinematic genre is a myth and there are many urban legends about the snuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rumour of the existense of this type of films&lt;br /&gt;began in 70's when Charles Manson stole a tv truck for burn all the murders that he committed.&lt;br /&gt;Th&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_UXWZot3VI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1qWvzRtUTA/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_UXWZot3VI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1qWvzRtUTA/s320/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185076219593219410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e first film to be marketed as gender snuff, in 1971,&lt;br /&gt;was about the murders of Manson, this are so rude, for this reason this movie can't be able for saw in the cinema until 1976,&lt;br /&gt;when the directors, Michael y Roberta Findlay ,introduced more images with violent content. &lt;br /&gt;This film did a huge scandal in  the public,&lt;br /&gt;and for this reason the movie was investigated for the police &lt;br /&gt;until they discovered that all the film are do it with special effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question is &lt;br /&gt;There are people so ill as to excitarse and enjoy seeing&lt;br /&gt;how people are killed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8759947670286030859?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8759947670286030859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8759947670286030859' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8759947670286030859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8759947670286030859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/04/snuff.html' title='snuff'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R_UXWZot3VI/AAAAAAAAAJM/c1qWvzRtUTA/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2129730893937610833</id><published>2008-04-01T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T09:26:19.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_Jdlpot3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ldeG_5sXERQ/s1600-h/Dibuix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R_Jdlpot3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ldeG_5sXERQ/s200/Dibuix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184309022470036754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person falls in love for another&lt;br /&gt;for all that this person is... &lt;br /&gt;is not important the sex,&lt;br /&gt;and I think that this is de true love because love doesn't understand about sex or age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2129730893937610833?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2129730893937610833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2129730893937610833' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2129730893937610833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2129730893937610833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R_Jdlpot3RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ldeG_5sXERQ/s72-c/Dibuix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-4066154100783440721</id><published>2008-03-13T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:09:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the seven Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mXoft-CwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAXC5pezj24/s1600-h/portadapecados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mXoft-CwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAXC5pezj24/s320/portadapecados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177335968603966210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little of each Deadly Sins&lt;br /&gt;the lust&lt;br /&gt;the gluttony&lt;br /&gt;the greediness&lt;br /&gt;the idleness&lt;br /&gt;the anger&lt;br /&gt;the envy&lt;br /&gt;and pride too..&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'll burn in hell ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many virtues, but I can recognize my faults&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-4066154100783440721?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/4066154100783440721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=4066154100783440721' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4066154100783440721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/4066154100783440721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/03/seven-deadly-sins.html' title='the seven Deadly Sins'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mXoft-CwI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VAXC5pezj24/s72-c/portadapecados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-8875663615653860937</id><published>2008-02-26T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:12:29.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I close my eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mYtft-CxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxK_-Fwkcm4/s1600-h/P1000272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mYtft-CxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxK_-Fwkcm4/s200/P1000272.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177337154014939922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I close my eyes I can imagine that I'm there,&lt;br /&gt;where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;You are there with me ,and you hug me with strength.&lt;br /&gt;And now we don't be two, we are only one person.&lt;br /&gt;I look around me and be all the persons who I need more.&lt;br /&gt;This is a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8875663615653860937?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8875663615653860937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=8875663615653860937' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8875663615653860937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/8875663615653860937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-i-close-my-eyes.html' title='If I close my eyes...'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R9mYtft-CxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kxK_-Fwkcm4/s72-c/P1000272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-262098842589868177</id><published>2008-02-11T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:13:28.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask to the mother earth...</title><content type='html'>The world is chaotic,&lt;br /&gt;Increasingly,our future is more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We consume so much but we don't renew materials,&lt;br /&gt;We polluter and destroyed all that arround us.&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to be a little water and the people don't reacts yet.&lt;br /&gt;Many of us,hurt our body taking drugs for "escape",&lt;br /&gt;The races disappear because we mix among us,&lt;br /&gt;and the society are blind,because are many people&lt;br /&gt;who cover her eyes for don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can hear shots in the middle of street,&lt;br /&gt;screams of agony because there are a lot of&lt;br /&gt;hungry people while anothers are egoist obese. &lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate people,ask for help and &lt;br /&gt;us cover our ears,for make like deaf person.&lt;br /&gt;And thus we'll don't respond to their pleas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll cry when, a lot sorts of  animals  are died,&lt;br /&gt;when we died for a inumerable diseases,&lt;br /&gt;caused for poison gas.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment all of us will put our hands in our mouths&lt;br /&gt;with a gesture of surprise, but after, in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;will be very late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our existence ends with the world&lt;br /&gt;And this will don't be solved breaking things, &lt;br /&gt;or hitting people,but yes breaking wrong thinkings &lt;br /&gt;to improve our world.&lt;br /&gt;The world is chaotic,&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R7CB3dOUFfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oK5MDhRNlrc/s1600-h/Dibuix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R7CB3dOUFfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oK5MDhRNlrc/s200/Dibuix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165771562331411954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increasingly,our future is more clearer, &lt;br /&gt;but now you can do something ¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-262098842589868177?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R7CB3dOUFfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/oK5MDhRNlrc/s72-c/Dibuix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-304390434411418301</id><published>2008-01-16T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:56:18.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>limp bizkit - eat you alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD1i4qcISME&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD1i4qcISME&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is so vain.&lt;br /&gt;It drives me, yes it drives me absolutely insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-304390434411418301?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/304390434411418301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=304390434411418301' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/304390434411418301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/304390434411418301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-eat-you-alive-agrrr.html' title='limp bizkit - eat you alive'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-3720231278892626060</id><published>2008-01-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:23:38.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The wounds of the heart</title><content type='html'>For many people who live in the city,&lt;br /&gt;there will always feelings of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;only the people who loves you on true&lt;br /&gt;There will be, There will be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's least painful the wounds of the body than&lt;br /&gt;the wounds of the heart, believe me...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R447JLU58BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/biV-azR64Bk/s1600-h/1155642528_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R447JLU58BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/biV-azR64Bk/s200/1155642528_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156123652231131154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do hurt to one of your friends,&lt;br /&gt;you do harm to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Only the people who will cry with me are my true friends, &lt;br /&gt;my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's least painful the wounds of the body than&lt;br /&gt;the wounds of the heart, believe me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3720231278892626060?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3518438836276518660?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3518438836276518660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3518438836276518660' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3518438836276518660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3518438836276518660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-xtmas-n-prosperous-year.html' title='Happy xtmas n&apos; prosperous year'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-8212202129641939695</id><published>2007-12-19T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:31:50.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandora's box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R2mu7ZGrLAI/AAAAAAAAADY/_KIap5thli4/s1600-h/item%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R2mu7ZGrLAI/AAAAAAAAADY/_KIap5thli4/s200/item%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145836384621898754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora comes here long before the existence&lt;br /&gt;his gift was  the evil in power&lt;br /&gt;his soul feeds with fury,jealousy and rage. &lt;br /&gt;Pandora is cold, we guide our faults,&lt;br /&gt;hate the joy and affection,&lt;br /&gt;because the love hits it and then it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pandora is the 11-M and 11-S&lt;br /&gt;When it comes,death smile and entertains,&lt;br /&gt;she never sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;Pandora lives inside you ... and emptying you little by little&lt;br /&gt;for be fat or ugly,poor or homosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lives within you &lt;br /&gt;and you can't kill it until you accept yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Pandora is  the devil,and have in his box all things unpleasant for us, &lt;br /&gt;liberate, Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8212202129641939695?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/8212202129641939695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2471803410151629785</id><published>2007-12-18T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:16:08.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The stars and the sun will guide &lt;br /&gt;your way,lights and shadows, find you&lt;br /&gt;A life ahead ...&lt;br /&gt;It is a game, not take it seriously ;)&lt;br /&gt;because the road is long, &lt;br /&gt;and we must live every day as if it were the last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xuxes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2471803410151629785?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2471803410151629785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we'll have a english exman&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you  will have a lot of lucky ;)&lt;br /&gt;carry on! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow and wednesday ,and we will have two days more for relax &lt;br /&gt;and go out with our friends =D&lt;br /&gt;Please I hope that this two days will pass quickly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3323715855112070672?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3323715855112070672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3323715855112070672' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1RasvwxbMI/AAAAAAAAADI/v6CjYSfQ_gM/s320/lolita1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139832799518354626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film is of Stanley Kubrick, the same director of a clockwork Orange.&lt;br /&gt;This movie is not as known but no means the least important.&lt;br /&gt;The first actor is Sue Lyon and James Manson.&lt;br /&gt;The history begans with the finally of the novel and after continued with the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novelist middle-aged Humbert Humbert, want to rest before starting work,&lt;br /&gt;when is looking the house where he will live saw for first time in the garden &lt;br /&gt;the charlotte's daugther, one girl of 14 years old, and fell in love,&lt;br /&gt;and for this reason, humbert decided rented the house for etay near to lolita.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the mother who falls in love with Humbert, but he thinks only in Lolita, who on the one hand remains the game and on the other makes it suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, humbert get married with charlotte, but only for stay near too of lolita, but with the time charlotte  discovered the true, and he committed suicide,&lt;br /&gt;with all of this humbert go away with lolita, but didn't tell the true.&lt;br /&gt;In this time of their trip,they fall in love and become lovers, but suddelny, one day  someone rapted Lolitaa,and for this day Humbert searched  lolita, everyday of his live.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, Lolita writes a letter to Humbert requesting money.&lt;br /&gt;When wents to lolita's house saw that  was a married women and that was pregnant, the same day,lolita explained who is her raptador quickly went to his house to kill him because did dirty things with lolita his dearling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is one dramatic and love history&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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/_yrGaoIoowis/R1RasvwxbMI/AAAAAAAAADI/v6CjYSfQ_gM/s72-c/lolita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-652320352830740128</id><published>2007-12-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:45:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for laught ^^</title><content type='html'>I was walking in the street, &lt;br /&gt;when suddenly I saw one friend with sad face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hi Pepa, what happened with you, why do you have this sad face?&lt;br /&gt;- well,I give 400,000 euros to one friend to did a aesthetic surgery&lt;br /&gt;and now I can't recognize my friend ... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-652320352830740128?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/652320352830740128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=652320352830740128' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/652320352830740128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/652320352830740128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-for-laught.html' title='just for laught ^^'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-3186584504500952852</id><published>2007-12-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T08:13:45.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world of tatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1LWivwxbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CkrX3EwnxB0/s1600-R/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1LWivwxbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3hBOxT1qnxY/s200/couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139406017208085666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like so much this photo!&lt;br /&gt;And I like so much the tatus n' pearsings ^^&lt;br /&gt;But today I will speak about the tatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For begining I say that I want have a lot of tatus,&lt;br /&gt;but I know that for my future job is a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;But I like a lot this type of aesthetics , like the girl or boy of the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the people relacionate this persons with one type of live and feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is true,but I know a lot of people with tatus, &lt;br /&gt;and I can say you that this is false!&lt;br /&gt;I think that a lot of people, when go walking on the street,&lt;br /&gt;and  suddenly see one boy or girl like they, thinks,ohh this is orrible, &lt;br /&gt;( I can understand), but when &lt;br /&gt;related this type of person with a but person strange or bad person agrr&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't judge one person for his clothes or if give tatus or pearsing,&lt;br /&gt;please be more open-minded.&lt;br /&gt;I say all this , because my dady hate when I go with people like this!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally .... &lt;br /&gt;I want a tatuuuuuu! &amp;hearts; . &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;On my back, my arm or my ass but &lt;br /&gt;Some day I will a tatu :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3186584504500952852?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3186584504500952852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3186584504500952852' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3186584504500952852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3186584504500952852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/12/world-of-tatus.html' title='The world of tatus'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R1LWivwxbKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3hBOxT1qnxY/s72-c/couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-8985246523932626153</id><published>2007-11-30T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:00:04.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mousy that was sweeps the stairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1BqP_wxbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/2PuXRT6h5y4/s1600-R/12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1BqP_wxbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/U0Tk7eaKFyk/s200/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138723997876317330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story about the one mousy that swept the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;One day she found a coin and with this coin she bought a bow.&lt;br /&gt;She continued sweping the stairs with her beautiful bow. &lt;br /&gt;Then a duck walked  by and asked the rat if she wanted to marry her but the mouse didnt want to.&lt;br /&gt;And the mouse continued his live until one day a cat passed by and said&lt;br /&gt;- mousy mousy , do you want to marry me?&lt;br /&gt;and the mouse said&lt;br /&gt;- yes I want!!&lt;br /&gt;So the cat  will ate the mouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8985246523932626153?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R1BqP_wxbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/U0Tk7eaKFyk/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-3372383700481196197</id><published>2007-11-28T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:17:45.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisters</title><content type='html'>Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.&lt;br /&gt;Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled peppers?&lt;br /&gt;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;br /&gt;where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry on it's nice ;)&lt;br /&gt;you can do it I'm sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-3372383700481196197?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/3372383700481196197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=3372383700481196197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3372383700481196197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/3372383700481196197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/11/twisters.html' title='Twisters'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2044191165485376349</id><published>2007-11-27T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T16:36:17.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate the barbie girls, please be natural!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0y36no1zGI/AAAAAAAAACo/45APJhHdOzM/s1600-h/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0y36no1zGI/AAAAAAAAACo/45APJhHdOzM/s200/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137683492623469666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agrrrrndjnsjdgbjngj &lt;br /&gt;I hate the tipical pretty blond girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a spectacular body.. ¿Do you know..?&lt;br /&gt;The typical girl with small waist and big breasts to be cren goddesses!&lt;br /&gt;I know you are beautiful... but I hate you a little ;)&lt;br /&gt;Please  I hope that anyone be offended, but I have bad experiences&lt;br /&gt;with girls like you!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is Jealousy, but please understand me the blonde girls do pain to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are exceptions I know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;hearts; this photo,I'm sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2044191165485376349?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2044191165485376349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2044191165485376349' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2044191165485376349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2044191165485376349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-barbie-girls-please-be-natural.html' title='I hate the barbie girls, please be natural!'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R0y36no1zGI/AAAAAAAAACo/45APJhHdOzM/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-1574900482533344570</id><published>2007-11-27T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:04:16.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ME WAIT ...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0yMVXo1zFI/AAAAAAAAACg/PFFldvTAiUA/s1600-h/1194557217_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0yMVXo1zFI/AAAAAAAAACg/PFFldvTAiUA/s200/1194557217_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137635573673348178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHg!!&lt;br /&gt;I am very nervous, the last day of the term is in a week&lt;br /&gt;and I will have my marks!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit tired , because I've been studying everyday &lt;br /&gt;and every night this days.Well, like all of us, I know&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will have good marks,&lt;br /&gt;to give my mother a nice Christmas present and of course to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well very luck for everyone ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-1574900482533344570?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/1574900482533344570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=1574900482533344570' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1574900482533344570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/1574900482533344570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-me-wait.html' title='WHAT ME WAIT ...!'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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/_yrGaoIoowis/R0yMVXo1zFI/AAAAAAAAACg/PFFldvTAiUA/s72-c/1194557217_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493681109447510856.post-2570868974364302702</id><published>2007-11-26T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:09:41.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl and the psychopath</title><content type='html'>This is the story of a girl who was crying alone in the middle of the forest, &lt;br /&gt;when suddendly a psychopath man arrived, he was carrying a knfie and ask to her:&lt;br /&gt;- why are you crying?&lt;br /&gt;and the little girl answered:&lt;br /&gt;- Because I wanted an harmonious but my mother hadn't bought it to me&lt;br /&gt;Say crying...&lt;br /&gt;Then the psychopath gave  to her the knife,&lt;br /&gt;and the smile of the little girl was getting bigger...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2570868974364302702?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2570868974364302702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2570868974364302702' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2570868974364302702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/493681109447510856/posts/default/2570868974364302702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/2007/11/girl-and-psychopath.html' title='The girl and the psychopath'/><author><name>redsweets</name><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-493681109447510856.post-2819093198005327828</id><published>2007-11-21T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:27:06.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAGES OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0R4bXo1y9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0Fs_rrjLMgs/s1600-h/LAW+FAISHON+WEEk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0R4bXo1y9I/AAAAAAAAABE/0Fs_rrjLMgs/s200/LAW+FAISHON+WEEk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135361886706322386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today I put this photo because much people say me that I was better before,when I was posh and blond.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm very diferent, this foto is maybe...when I was 15 years old, this day I went to pasarela Gaudi.&lt;br /&gt;I like me so much now,I doesn't think like before but,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of all the stages of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PD:the Trivial Festival was a impresionant night and I will never forget!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-2819093198005327828?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-sweets.blogspot.com/feeds/2819093198005327828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=493681109447510856&amp;postID=2819093198005327828' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0Rv5Xo1y8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NZy4vsCgNZM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yrGaoIoowis/R0Rv5Xo1y8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/NZy4vsCgNZM/s200/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135352506497747906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeiii =D&lt;br /&gt;I'm very nervous because this weekend I will go to Barcelona, &lt;br /&gt;to one music festival!Trivial festival, &lt;br /&gt;begins on Saturday at five o'clock in the afternoon !&lt;br /&gt;And it ends at six o'clock on sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;For the people that don't know,the music of the festival is schranz , one type of electronic music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/493681109447510856-8453459996748810139?l=red-sweets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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