tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-137310982012-01-12T05:52:52.821Zwritten by Devil MoodDevil Moodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comBlogger7161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731098.post-61354637267383904182011-06-16T17:07:00.005+01:002011-06-16T18:13:26.223+01:00

Does this merging of words get on your nerves? Just checking.So it came to my knowledge that it was my blog's anniversary. I might have remembered it briefly (even in the midst of all the June birthdays of people I know), but if it wasn't for Miss Alister remembering it too I doubt I'd be doing something about that. I was touched by her sharp memory and thought the blog deserved some kind of

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Absolutely delicious song. And because I like things to go in pairs, here's another one I'm rediscovering. I was reading something about how often things come in trios. It was suggested that it was something in the composition of our brains that made it easier for us to remember things in three parts. But surely it can't be any harder in pairs? :)

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Forgive the bluntness of this short post but:One would think that consciousness was incompatible with immaturity. You would think that, once you've gathered some experience, read, talked, thought about things a lot, that a certain wisdom would come of that. But then comes a time when you are clearly picturing yourself having the most immature set of reactions and behaviour and you feel incapable

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The trail to the beach is the dreamiest place of all. If only there was anything like this in my 'real world'. The horizon is infinite, the landscape changes from desert to forest, sometimes it has water, sometimes it's dry, there are crabs in the mud and birds fishing. But the best of all is the smell of the dunes that fills the air, the combination of those special plants with the sea breeze.

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To make this lack of blogging continuity worse, I'll be taking a short break next week. I'm finding out that you pack as much stuff for one week as you would for two or three. I'm not really one to take my whole wardrobe with me but it still feels like I need a lot of little things on my day-to-day. Oh well...

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Please accept cheesy sunset as a token of my affectionSomehow it's easier to talk about the books I've read in the past year than to talk about the year itself. Maybe because I lost touch of blogging about myself, probably because it takes less effort, of the mind and of the heart. Right now, it's simpler to focus on the present. But anyway, the last book I read was really juicy. It was set on

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Still trying to get the hang of this, says girl with over 700 posts.The word 'mantra' is close to the portuguese word to describe a light blanket 'manta', and it seems fitting to think of a mantra as something that you can use to wrap around yourself, to make you feel secure and protected from the outside world, something that comforts you. Instead of a mantra I seem to have songs on loop in my

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For a long time I've wanted to get back to blogging, right now I feel like I need to get back too. I feel like most of the things I do online these days are fruitless and not productive and nearly not as fulfilling as blogging can be. The truth is while before blogging came naturally, these days it will take more of an effort. I don't even mean an effort of inspiration or commitment to blogging,

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Punished for thinking watching clouds is boring.April is strangely becoming one of my favourite times of the year with this mild temperature and very sudden (many times inappropriate) strong and fresh showers. Everything is in bloom after an extremely cold and rainy Winter; new leaves and how fast they grow. My blog needs a makeover. Or a different format. It might even turn into a tumblr.

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- before the blog expires or blogger kicks me out for inactivity;- because i figured an image like this would probably be better for the top of the page;- because i'm trying to focus on beautiful things.

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It was extremely shocking and sad to hear of Lhasa de Sela's death today. She died on the first day of the year in Montreal, after battling breast cancer for 21 months. She was 37 years old. I guess the cliché makes a lot of sense for a musician - that as long as we keep listening to her music she will still be alive between us.This was probably her best known song and definitely one of my

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Wishing you a joyous holiday season,Apologising for being so bad at card-sending and happiness-wishing,Hoping I can become a better blogger soon,Thinking of you.

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Give a little time for the child within you,dont be afraid to be young and free.Undo the locks and throw away the keysand take off your shoes and socks, and run you.La, la, la...Give a little time for the child within you,dont be afraid to be young and free.Undo the locks and throw away the keysand take off your shoes and socks, and run you.La, la, la...Run through the meadow and scare up the

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I've been wanting to post this song for ages but the lack of anything to accompany it made me hesitate. Let's face it, this blog is as good as dead, but I don't believe there isn't music in blog heaven. And it must be sweet music like this Harmour Love by Syreeta Wright. (I hope it works for you, it wasn't working for me at first but then ta-dah).

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Do you feel like you belong somewhere? Is this location the place where you live right now, or the place where you grew up in? Well, for many people it isn't, this special place isn't even remotely close to where they have lived or live now. I'm sure you know people who feel this way: some have found that their home, perhaps their spiritual home, is in India and it's only there that they've felt

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NOCHES DE BOHEMIA EN OTEnviado por lareinafergo.Have I mentioned how much I love flamenco? First of all there's the guitar, which in itself is enough - see Paco de Lucia, or listen, in this case. Then there's the attitude, the furled brow, the chest tapping, the clothing. And, of course, the voices that seem to fly away in the heated plains of Andalucia with that fenomenal accent that eats all

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He smiled; the incisors were oddly canine; would he bite? she hoped.Empire - Gore VidalI liked the portuguese version even more. It said: would he bite? she thought, full of hope.

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I'm not sure anyone is still around, maybe you've all escaped to far away exotic holidays...now, there's a thought, right?Anyway, I'm back and I bring some photos with me.To start with, the reason everyone goes to the Algarve on holidays. The beaches.Usually the sea is calmer than how it's pictured here, but waves are better for photographs. Anyway, the water temperature was above 20 C which was

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Yes, very caring of me to disappear for so long and then come back to say I'm disappearing again. I know. Hopefully when I come back I'll be a much better blogger. (You know you've been away for too long when blogging feels strange).

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I follow invisible threads of dreamy consistency, I watch the smoky lines jets left behind in the blue sky. I follow audacious routes circum-navigating the oceans and the simplest bus lines through the town. In my drowsiness the paths are unclear, seemingly complicated and trampling over any apparent logic. I follow the easy way out because there is no easy way in. I follow the tides without

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The language that you speak torments me in my sleep*I hate repeating myself (or do I?) and I know I've posted these lyrics before. But, you see, I'm obsessed about languages, as much as I'm obsessed about certain songs. And how could I help it? It's right in the first sentence -"or do I?" - shouldn't it be "or don't I?". To be honest, I don't know but it's these crazy language hiccups that make

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* can you think of Celebrate and not think of the Kool & the Gang song? I can't, I'm afraid.These are my reasons to celebrate:- I finally received the results for the english exam I did a few months ago and I got an A.- My grandmother is back home today and feeling better after months of worrying illness. - My football team is still top of the league and on its way to another title.- I'm getting

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If I could speak your language the way you do, use and abuse the words the way you can, if I could dispose of the sounds, organize the music, arrange the sentences and construct poetry with the simple usage of your grammar,then I would express the richness of feeling, the palette of spring tones that is now a mere black and white film,I would describe tones of dusk and dawn,sounds of the silvery

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Any excuse will do to post Klimt's Danae.INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAYAh women...what is there to say? Just know that you are fantastic and have a great day.In the meantime, take a few minutes to listen to Isabel Allende's talk on ted.com. It will make you laugh and perhaps cry too, but above all it will tell you that we're not even remotely there yet. If you don't have the time because you're an

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Don’t you know when you’re loving anybody, baby,You’re taking a gamble on a little sorrow*I've come to the conclusion that you have to trust in a lot of things in order to simply live in this planet. To start off, you have to trust yourself, your abilities, your resilience - that's self-confidence. You also have to trust your feelings, your reactions, your instincts - that's self-esteem. Then as

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Maybe it was the fact that I was listening to an old CD yesterday, maybe I've just lost it...but today in the middle of my sleep I came across a detail of my life of ten years ago. It was a completely useless detail, not even entirely related to me, it was about my friends and our daily routine. It served for nothing but stir other old memories. But why would I remember something so useless in

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The house is quiet and simultaneously full of familiar sounds. She walks to the kitchen where the echoes of the outside world transport her to a familiar yet unrecognisable time of afternoon streets and distant voices. The kitchen buzzes with refrigerator waves. A gleam of light, passing through the window, highlights a speck of dust in the air. She leans onto the balcony, touching the cold

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No matter where you areNo matter who you areThere is no further place you can go Than deep within yourself.It is the baggage that you'll carryregardless of space and time.If you look insideReally look insideIf you remove the veilsif you forget the fearsyou'll be crossing the threshold of youand you will understand the greatest pilgrimage you'll ever do is your life. Sunday ScribblingsPhoto: Getty

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I love this film :)

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...And at the 9th day of the new year, it SNOWED!

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Even though I'm not an enthusiast of doing year reviews, I do enjoy looking back on the books I read and do a top 5. First of all, it's fun to look back and see that you didn't even remember the books you read (I only do because I write them down). And then you can look back and think of the ones that really inspired you and that were really significant and sometimes this brings a surprise or

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Some days she woke up and the world was a vast, white desert. After managing to extract herself from below the weight of the bedcovers, she would contemplate the day ahead of her mixing her cereal with milk absent-mindedly. Everything seemed incredibly present and yet fuzzy, her thoughts, unweaving like a big grey ball of wool, followed repetitive patterns that made her sigh in frustration.Days

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I believed in everything, like a child of three*From the start I believed what my heart told me to. Pumping blood spiritedly to all the cells in my body, it didn't take no for an answer. It picked up signs and star-designed fated routes, mixed it with crazy hair and summer skin, gave it a good shake, while I stood and watched as if that wasn't really happening to me but to some foreign body I was

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Hope it's a good one. If not, it will be over in a day or two and you'll have the rest of the year to look forward to. Positive thinking, yeah?

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One, two, one, two. She stamps her feet on the ground trying to wake them up from a near frosty death. Pulling her beanie another inch down to her ears, she looks towards the end of the road. The street is packed with cars moving slowly to avoid hitting a crazed Christmas shopper in a shopping-rush. She doesn't look at the cars near her, only to the very end of the road, where new cars come along

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1. Inside a blue bell.2. Lights, lights, lights everywhere.3. A carrousel.4. Really really bad photo of the illuminated trees. I took all the photos with my mobile.I saw a Christmas concert in the street. Lots of people all afternoon doing their shopping or taking the kids to see the inflatable snowman, write letters to Santa, ice-skate. I'm hoping this year is less about buying and more about

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This or that way? Where did it go?Here she comes with large steps, boots smeared with mud, no, not really, just your casual home wear to keep the feet warm in this cold Winter. Does she bring heaps of inspiration? No.Does she have loads of blog posts just wanting to be written? Nope.Does she have some answers for her strange behaviour of late? Yes.Does she miss blogging? Yeaaaaah.(I recommend

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Just posting a video and leaving is not my idea of blogging, I promise you. But then you'd be deprived of The Bird and the Bee and you wouldn't know this is what's been playing on my (brand spanking new) stereo. So now we're all happy. And we listen to the song again and again and again and again...Maybe in a couple of weeks I'll have renewed inspiration for blogging. Fingers crossed.

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I wake up with the roaring sound of thunder echoing through the room. I'm confused for a moment and I lift my head slightly. A lightning illuminates the walls for a split second, allowing me to locate myself in space and see the paintings that decorate this old bedroom. A thunder follows shortly and my heart leaps, oblivious to the fact that the sound always follows the flash.I pull the blanket

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A week of hazy and sunny dayssunrays visible through my new shadessharp pencils that smell goodstracciatella ice creama bunch of small goats running aroundfriends that watched the same cartoons as you didsleeping ten more minutes, and then another tena prompt every friday...25 comments on my last postI am grateful.Sunday Scribblings

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The day I became a stranger to my blog...I don't know when it was exactly or what brought it but we've become estranged - me and my blog. I wouldn't call it a blogger's block, perhaps some kind of blog weariness. I miss the blogging interaction but things just aren't working for me right now. But worse than not blogging is blogging about not blogging so I won't bother you with that.Strangers it

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Make sure this doesn't happen again next Tuesday. For me. For all of us. Pretty please. ;) (direct link, if you can't see the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aBaX9GPSaQ)

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Hello "crazy girl" (notice the inverted commas!) Musical crisis!I need your help and collaboration! My crisis is divided in two sections:a) My current stereo situation consists of only being able to listen to audio CDs and since I don't usually burn or buy them...I'm limited to old stuff, really old stuff.b) I'm completely fed up with my "dancing" CDs. They're stale.So what I ask of you is this:

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I don't like myself, I'm CRAZY about myself!Well good for you, Mae. I'm following your lead, even if completely unsure of what's going to come out, but I'm risking it because I'm having a good hair day. I just caught sight of my locks a minute ago and I nodded approvingly - wow! Go hair, aren't you looking all smooth and healthy today? *insert whistle*And why is hair so important? Well, ask the

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She sits on the floor with her legs bent and surrounded by books, piles of books. Her hair falls cascading on her face as she stares at a notebook with a frown. She sighs in frustration and tries to put the hair back under control. She grabs a pencil and scribbles furiously on the notebook. Hesitating again she plays with a thread of hair only seemingly calmer. She writes again and in her right

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(if you have trouble getting the player to start, try to "pop-up player")From time to time, a random song comes to my head completely out of the blue. I haven't been listening to it, or come across it anywhere, it simply blooms out of nothingness. I suspect it's triggered by something I thought, but I'm not sure. Yes, I realise it sounds completely crazy and that's because it is.Yesterday, I was

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I'm still posting holiday photos but it feels like years ago since I was sitting here in this beach. Tavira is a town of countless churches. If you look at the town from afar all you see is church towers. This is the largest tower.The watch is really big and quite useful if you've forgotten your watch (and if you're not on holiday of course because then why would you want a watch?) This is a

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This isn't a post about the financial crisis.No, I lied. It is, in a way, but in a good way.As you might recall, I have an Etsy shop and if you know how Etsy works, you know the only currency used there is the US dollar. In the meantime I live my life and pay my bills with Euros, naturally. Well, for a long time after the Euro was created one euro and one dollar were more less even. Until the

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Here's the second batch of pictures. This is the river looking very empty and rocky. Remember the amphitheatre where I was blogging the other day? This is it. All of this square is blessed with a wireless connection. Free, of course.An old door and on the top it reads: Geko's Farm. :) Here's another photo of the lagoon. Sometimes all that's missing is a landscape that never seems to end. Curvy

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I've come to the conclusion that I didn't take much photos on my holidays. Or to put it in another way: I took photos but mostly of the same places. I was in the same places almost every day and since most of them were really beautiful I always found reasons to photograph them, until that day when I said: that's probably enough. Most of the pictures of the beach I have were taken in this really

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just landed...I'm back. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to stay a little bit longer. You see, my house is a pile of dust on one side and bags on the other. Builders are still threatening to drop by at any given time to fix what they should've done when I wasn't here. I'm wearing sleeves!! Yesterday I didn't need sleeves, I didn't know what sleeves were. I miss walking everywhere, the

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You've probably gathered that the mobile blogging thing isn't really working at the moment, for some reason I can't understand, so I haven't been able to post as much as I expected.I am now in a central square, it's 10 pm and I'm sitting in some sort of amphytheatre under the night sky and blogging - how strange ...lolThe weather's been great and this place deserves a star for how cosy, varied

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I'm leaving for my holidays tomorrow. I'll be back in early October. But never fear: I'm lauching mobile blogging. Yes, it should be exciting. Best of both worlds: I will be there, but I'll also be here. I can update you on what I ate for dinner, on the UVA/UVB factor I used that afternoon, the page of the book I'm reading - all the extremely exhilarating details you won't be able to live without

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A cup of coffee with my MarsDevil Mood - Hi Mars! Sit down...Mars - Hey there!DM - Welcome back* (grin)M - Thanks.DM - So how are you doing?M - Aaa, you know.... It's Libra, you know I don't like it here, it's too calm...DM - Yeah, you don't have to tell me!M - This is just not me, you understand? I have to be so agreeable, it's like I have to ask permission for breathing. Anything I need to do I

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There aren't many odours I like better than the smell of Summer nights. Even when I'm inside I go to the windows and put my nose outside and inhale.But some days there is an extra bonus: the smell of the soil after a good bit of rain. Ahhh that is pure bliss! And it takes me back to many northern Summers ages ago.

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Apologies for the lack of quality of these photos. The sky was simply too clear and white-ish to be able to capture little planes. These crazy things were doing the opening show for the Red Bull Air Race and they made a right spectacle of themselves all weekend over my skies. Unfortunately the atmospheric condition was terrible for taking photos. But this is the kind of thing they were doing all

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No prompt this week to write about, at least until now. So I will improvise. (That means I will cheat.) Last week I finished reading an extremely rich book, called Passion, about the lives of english poets Byron, Shelley and Keats. To add to the recipe, the story is told by 4 women who loved them, even though a lot more than 4 women loved them. I don't know about you but just this synopsis was

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Venus by Pietro VannucciNow that all the 12 signs have been looked at through the light of Venus and music lyrics, it's time to wrap it up with a few conclusions.The aim of this study was to verify the influence of the songwriters' Venus signs in their musical lyrics. I wanted to know if the way they love (Venus) was translated in what they wrote about love. But as I wrote the articles, my goal

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Today I'm not here, I'm somewhere else.It's somewhere that doesn't really exist but it's very real at the moment.I woke up after sleeping for about three hours and couldn't get back to sleep. It was very hot and slightly thundery weather outside and my bed was a mess of twists and turns. I started thinking about my story as I do when I'm bored and also when I'm not bored.After a while I

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Still not a lot of words on this post, but some photos that hopefully will amuse you. Here's a very old thermometer marking a perfect temperature: 24º C, warm sun and fresh breeze. A beer in front of the river. If you're not jealous, you should be. And since this is my post # 666 and I'm a bit devilish, here's me saying hi. There was a statue man sitting there, covered in some kind of ocre. I saw

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I had a few models coming to my house for a fashion shooting (shooting? how dangerous). Yes, it was fabulous! Strike a pose, girl! Some were a little shy.Some came in black and white (did you know there were black and white models? ;) Others just peeked and looked beautiful. As you can gather, the inspiration for blogging isn't very abundant, since marketing has been taking a lot of my time.

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This week my observations will be almost only visual. I'm tired of all the verbal part of my brain.So I'm letting myself watch fireworks and listening to dreamy music like this. And I'm wondering if a person that works and comes up with words all the time, in their own language and others, can take time off words while on vacation... Some jobs are never ending, it seems, no? ;) Sometimes it's

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Say hello to the Dame of Scarves: Hello allJust a quick post to tell you we're half-way through our sales at Junegardens.etsy.com. The discounts are really good, so I hear. This one reminds me of a raspberry sorbet. I still haven't posted it on Etsy but I will tomorrow. This one has the added bonus of this moon to carry around on the tip of the scarf. Quite lush :)Just in case you are tired of

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Marc Chagall - La Baie des AngesPisces being the last sign of the Zodiac closes the cycle by incorporating a little bit of all the other signs into one. If this didn't make it difficult enough to explain, it comes with the extra bonus of being ruled by foggy Neptune, the planet famous for undefinition, fantasy and mystique. In this sign, Venus assumes a chamaleonic profile, being able to mirror

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This week's prompt wants us to write about the questions we want to ask, or have asked or have been asked, etc etc. Instead of putting more questions into the World (can you imagine how many question marks are floating above our heads as we keep asking and wondering and don't always get a satisfactory answer? - oops I just added one myself, inadvertedly)...I'd like to ponder solely about the

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Ever seen a fish-fillet the shape of Portugal?I have the pleasure to announce my ETSY SUMMER SALE! Yes, capitals an' all. Since it's Summer and it's (suposedly) hot I'm having a 25% discount cut off from my prices. Yes, it's a very nice discount. So if you want to get pretty...Scarf doesn't necessarily mean Winter. I'm working on this one right now, it shall be called Arabian Nights. This one,

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This weekend I went to a Moroccan-themed fair. It was a small do but people like to go out on Summer nights. Mint tea was the main attraction.But there was also music and a belly dancer.These are stone statues by the sides of the stage that they decorated with belly-dancing equipment.Belly dancer and statue - who's imitating who? Later on I went to a bar by the sea, where you can sit in sofas in

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reflections of a strange personality How many times have I thought these exact words in my head? The constant divide between the duty and the will. Feeling the pull of the individuality on one hand and the need for the integration on the other. I think it comes from the strong Aries/Libra polarity in my chart.I always want to do everything my way. An advice to me is an invitation to do the exact

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No, it's not a person, nor something edible.It's construction. Don't worry, I don't want to become a builder all of a sudden. I mean literary construction.Whilst before I was interested in the million stories there were to be told, now the focus is on the million ways one story can be told. This, of course, takes a lot of time to plan. Not only does one need the ideas, but we need to imagine the

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I love it when the Sunday Scribblings prompt comes to meet something I've been thinking about.Definition of solace:alleviation or comfortEtymology:Latin solari 'to comfort, console'It had never occured to me that solace comes from console. Solace immediately reminds me of the sun because sol means sun in portuguese. And console is consolar, meaning to offer comfort to those in need. There is

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Enjoy! This so retro and modern at the same time...Let's go tribal today.

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The sin of sins: my pink delight scarf available here.I saw this meme on Shadow's blog and I thought I had to steal it.WRATH1. who did you last get angry with?My neighbours and a mosquito.2. what is your weapon of choice?My hands, to tap on the walls and to kill them, respectively.3. would you hit a member of the opposite sex?If he was asking for it.4. how about of the same sex?I don't

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Do you believe in ghosts? Have you ever seen one? How about this: If you were a ghost, how would you spend your time?I've never seen or felt a ghost but defining it as impossible seems like a cue for the World of Ghosts to come and find me in order to prove me wrong. Somehow I wouldn't like that. Unless it was a happy phantom like on that Tori Amos' song: And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the

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Mars disarmed by Venus ( Jacques Louis David )Continued from here: Despite their individualism, Venus in Scorpio is extremely willing to commit to a serious relationship (Alone buddy there ain't no peace of mind, that's why I'll keep searching till I find my special one) and when they do they are completely focused and dedicated to their partner. You can be sure that the relationship is their

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In case you're distracted, LISTP are the innitials of devil mood's blog. Sunday lunch - light salad. A bulletin to let you know what's going on. Lettuce vertigo.devil mood has taken a liking to beer. Except it's non-alcoholic and lemon-flavoured so she thinks it doesn't count. She's in it for sugar-free bubbles.Reading glasses. devil mood bought huge brown sunglasses. They're good for reading,

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Sleeping Venus by GiorgioneYes, I'm afraid I had to split this Venus chapter into 2 for two reasons: lots of juicy information and a wonderful palette of lyrics including: pop, rock, folk, electronica, indie, grime and even a french First Lady! But let's begin: Take a Water (feminine) sign and mix it with two (masculine) planet rulers with the calibre of Mars (god of War) and Pluto (god of Death

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you, under close inspectionPS had this little meme in her blog. 25 questions but only one word to answer each of them. Why don't you give it a go? Here's my version:1. Your cell phone? Abandoned.2. Your significant other? Who?3. Your hair? Luscious.4. Your mother? Artistic.5. Your father? Funny.6. Your favorite thing? Many.7. Your dream last night? Forgotten.8. The room you're in? Bedroom.9.

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Margot left her job interview and took a deep relieved breath. She was about to start walking away from the building when all her body was stopped by a vision from across the street. Walking on the sidewalk, wearing a grey overall and a hurried step, Simon. Simon in flesh, one year later, there, in front of her, walking down the street like a regular person. Simon amongst millions of other more

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Hello all!Did you know Giveaways are the new blog trend? Lately I've seen it here and there and I thought it was a fabulous idea. It brings a little excitement to the blogosphere and it makes me remember that giving is the best thing in the World.Let's call it a giveaway on behalf on the blog's 3rd anniversary last month. Or it can be a special giveaway to launch the future selling of my photos

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She woke up to find a myriad of trees solemnly peeking at her. She blinked several times, rays of sun managing to hit her straight in the eyes. With a wince of pain, she lifted herself from the floor and looked around. In the middle of the woods and she couldn't remember how she got there. Brilliant, this is just brilliant, she thought to herself. Lately it seemed that her actions had been

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Some food porn just because. These have vegetables and cheese and you eat it with that greek specialty tzatziki. :) Over there, spinach tart with fennel. It's so good I could cry. This is from the restaurant and also a metaphor for this blog. It's been feeling a bit abandoned lately. This was me testing my mother's new camera. It's so good...and you can hear a dog barking when you click the

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Aphrodite Anadyomene in PompeiiFor the first time in my Venus articles I'm forced to find the lyrical evidence to back my text in only 2 songwriters (I ask: what gives?!). Furthermore they're both male and Gemini which could somehow cast a doubt about whether this feminine, emotional side of them will be perceptible in their lyrics. (as I've mentioned before men aren't always very conscious of

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I've been writing stories ever since I was seven or eight years old. It's always been one of my favourite hobbies, even though there were times when they took some time off while I was busy with other things.Through the years I've written quite a few of them, as can be verified by the number of filled notebooks that inhabit my drawers. Some were more serious than others, some were undoubtedly

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My dearest blog,I have been bad. In fact, I suck. I forgot your birthday and I know a late letter simply won't do to make up for the fact that I've neglected you. It's been three years and now you walk and talk perfectly on your own. I don't need to take care of you like I used to before, or perhaps I have to take care of you differently.I miss the early days, the blog mojo, the posts without a

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Just a small post to note that it's the 120th anniversary of Fernando Pessoa's birth. Fernando Pessoa was/is Portugal's greatest poet and that is saying a lot, in a country of poets.He dedicated his whole life to writing, whilst keeping jobs on the side to sustain him economically. The most notable fact about his writing was his like for creating heteronyms. The experts have mentioned there were

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clouds are gone for now...Here's the latest update on what goes on in my World these days.- Football. It's inevitable. First of all, I like it. Second of all, even if I didn't, I'd be surrounded by excited people screaming: Por-tu-gal! Por-tu-gal! everywhere I look. So it's better to embrace it and enjoy it and so far it's going surprisingly well. Lastly, Scolari is going to Chelsea and I can't

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How do I spend my nights? I wish I slept but I was born with a genetic condition called night-owlness and it keeps me up until 3 or 4 o'clock these days.My nights are in fact the most important part of my day (as strange as it sounds in a sentence). This is the time when I'm most creative, active, allert and, more importantly, when I'm able to relax and not be interrupted at any given second. The

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It's not my fault that I grew up when the TV age was in full bloom. Not my fault that there were a lot of interesting (good/bad) TV series that are part of my childhood memories. I'm doing a little report on that, starting with some of the earliest shows I remember.This one always played after the news on weekdays. I have to say I enjoyed the intro more than the rest, I thought it was a bit goofy

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Temperature forecast for tomorrow (maximum temperatures) Frankfurt - 28ºVienna - 29ºParis- 23ºLondon - 20ºMadrid - 22ºStockholm - 27º Budapest - 29º Moscow - 20ºRome - 28ºAthens - 29ºWarsaw - 26ºZagreb - 28ºPorto - 18ºSource: http://www.euronews.eu/

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Finally we reach the Water signs in the "Venus as the muse" articles. Aren't you relieved? Only three more to go. This is a little post to introduce you to the mood of Water signs. And they are very moody! It's the currents you see, water currents they come and they go, nature is in constant mutation (cycles) and these are the three signs that are more in-tune with these instinctual currents.If

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---Aquarius. I did a test on "What Philosophy do you follow?" and my result was Utilitarianism, which sounds awful but it's really nice. I came to the conclusion that it's completely Aquarian - the greater good! How about you? Tell me!What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)created with QuizFarm.comYou scored as UtilitarianismYour life is guided by the principles of Utilitarianism: You seek the

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Alexandre Cabanel, The Birth of VenusI have a face I cannot show,I make the rules up as I go,It's try and love me if you can,Are you strong enough to be my man? (Sheryl Crow)The final Air Sign, Aquarius, is probably the most difficult to pin down as we're dealing with a sign that is the master of the unconventional. So how do we explain love (Venus) when it's exactly what we don't expect (

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Get this widget Track details eSnips Social DNA I'm listening to this song in my headphones and I think I might have entered cloud 9 without noticing. I'm completely entranced. So I had to post it because it's too good not to share. It's a tribute to George Harrison by Tori Amos "Something". This is just what I needed right now!

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Am I a quitter or the opposite?It's not as easy to answer as one would think.First of all, there are two sides to quitting: there's either abnegation or there's lack of persistence, which makes the act of quitting a very dubious one. When you say you quit, you may have given up smoking or perhaps you've given up a diet. People will applaud you for the first one and boo you for the second.I've

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Only 18 days to go until the start of the Euro 2008. Am I excited? No. But the press certainly wants me to be. The TV keeps playing ads related to football and the championship, all the supermarkets want me to pile up merchandise, there are innumerous tv and radio shows about the subject. They want to tell me what the players eat for breakfast, what games they play on their playstation, what

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I owed you an explanation for my strange green picture a couple of posts below. Perhaps you remember I have some kind of crystal in my window that reflects the light into the room. Sometimes it has some crazy effects. The other day the light was directed towards this letter opener that is a giraffe and it projected a colourful shadow into the wall. It reminded me of Lion King because all you

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The most famous Venus of all - BotticelliA little physical attractionRomantic, old-fashioned charm And a lot of love and tendernessIs gonna get you into her arms (Shania Twain)We now arrive at Venus in Libra, the second of the signs where Venus feels right at home. There's no sign more in tune with love and relationships than Libra. They live and breathe for relating, both in love and social

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I was sitting by the phone,I was waiting all aloneRing, ring, why don't you give me a call?Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them allRing, ring, I stare at the phone on the wallAnd I sit all alone impatiently.(ABBA - Ring Ring)Can you imagine the social changes the telephone brought to society? I'm sure some people thought it was the work of the devil and were frightened by hearing the sound of

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Do you know what this is? I very much doubt that, ladies and gentlemen.But you can try and guess if you want.Sorry I have been semi-absent. To tell you the truth I don't know exactly where I've been or what I've been up to but I didn't die so this isn't heaven yet.I did one important thing: I ate cherries for the first time this year. And cherries are probably my favourite fruit, so it's a big

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