<?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-38433353</id><updated>2012-01-30T00:57:31.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Through Gabi's Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>Emotions and thoughts, thoughts and emotions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1970320447528860684</id><published>2010-05-09T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:49:05.422Z</updated><title type='text'>Moments in Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S-dJ2QYll-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/e6cql2qzHbM/s1600/Arboles+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S-dJ2QYll-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/e6cql2qzHbM/s320/Arboles+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real! When the door of happiness closes, another opens; but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one, which has been opened for us. Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. Dream what you want to dreamgo where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1970320447528860684?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1970320447528860684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1970320447528860684&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1970320447528860684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1970320447528860684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/05/moments-in-life.html' title='Moments in Life'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S-dJ2QYll-I/AAAAAAAAAgk/e6cql2qzHbM/s72-c/Arboles+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1122887746172653682</id><published>2010-04-14T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:54:52.328Z</updated><title type='text'>Dance as Theater</title><content type='html'>Ages I don't come here! &lt;br /&gt;I hope my blog friends are still out there! :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thoughts about creativity :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S8YPbm179kI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ay5rNPHXod0/s1600/Dreams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S8YPbm179kI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ay5rNPHXod0/s320/Dreams.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCE AS THEATER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to work in ideas. Even if someone asks me to make an abstract choreography, I create for myself a linear form of thought, like a plot. During my early planning stages I create dance as if it were theatre. Many times it is like laying out a storyboard while trying to discover what I want to say with the intellectual material I find.This takes a long research period where the idea begins to take shape as if I were a writer constructing a play. I take especial attention to mental or visual images that can be expressed through movement. I slowly build a dramatic map, where moving bodies will take the place of the text and the subtext.&lt;br /&gt;This way of working concentrates principally on the characters of the dance-theatre piece. I am interested in working always in an inductive way, inferring the general from the particular. I like specific ideas, not broad generalizations. Let’s take for example the word “love”, it is a general concept of an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;If William Shakespeare had written a play entitled “Adolescent Romantic Love through Conflictive Socio-Economic Situations in the XVI Century” and explored all the possible examples of the word “love” such as: romantic love, sexual love, fraternal love and familial love, then the piece would have been lost. By dealing with the specific situation, of two young people in love in Romeo and Juliet, he was able to generate an exploration of all of these ideas into a coherent whole, working in this way, from the particular to the general. Specific ideas allow me this kind of focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many months before beginning the rehearsal period I work in developing a clear dramaturgical structure and the vocabulary of movements that I need to create the different characters. My creative approach combines theatre and different languages of dance, using elements from several sources to orchestrate and outline the path that I feel the idea has to take. The length and style of the piece will be therefore dictated by this development.&lt;br /&gt;The element of surprise defined by timing, as well as the work on details, are extremely important. I like to explore the many individual ways of non-verbal expression, for example, tiny gestures that say what the character thinks and feels, the focus of the eyes, and especially the tempo and rhythm of theatrical situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fascinating to work with all kind of performers, actors, singers, instrumentalist musicians and dancers. It is the idea once again that calls for a specific kind of performer. Sometimes it is necessary to combine performers of different genres. I try then to find a common performing language, so that everybody on stage become a moving actor without words and if there are words, I transform these into sounds.&lt;br /&gt;One can’t be too serious all the time. The use of irony when least expected can make the piece more dynamic and if there is a dramatic ending; the contrast can create a stronger effect in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The construction of my pieces depends about what I want to say. It can have a cyclical or repeating form, sometimes I use variation and often I create accidentally my own compositional vocabulary, like the” fast-forward and rewind sequence” or “eternal pause frames”, terms obviously influenced by video.&lt;br /&gt;The music also, has to enhance the idea, with a dramatic purpose as well. Therefore I look for music which supports and contributes to the concept of each scene, in a direct or contrapuntal way, or just as an atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the studio I have a very accurate notion of the quality necessary for a particular character, what music will be used and the sequence of the scenes. The next stage is the discovery of the details of movement needed through improvisation. I guide the performers so that together we can find the individuality of each character through these exploratory sessions. The personal body language of each performer is important and valuable. At this point I put aside my pre-planned script and open myself to other creative possibilities that sometimes take me into a completely unexpected direction. I am changing constantly from author to choreographer as pilot (Jo Butterworth, MA course handout)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the whole piece is roughly created, the moment of choosing what is essential and relevant for the piece, what I call “the heart of the piece” begins. Choice means that I have to cut, add, transform and balance. More time is spent cutting than adding- what I call “scissor time”. The moment of facing choice is a critical time for me. Here I let my intuition speak. At the same time I am conscious that the choices I make can affect the piece drastically for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;At this moment I throw away any kind of artistic ego I could have and I try to stay honest to the idea. Perhaps I have to eliminate a wonderful step combination because it just has a decorative role. Other times I have to cut good material that unbalances the overall scene. Choosing tests my integrity as a choreographer, because I have to forget any personal vanity and concentrate on what a particular idea dictates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other important aspect is to make the performers and other people involved in the production feel comfortable during rehearsal period, respecting their ideas and individualities. A positive work atmosphere during the creative process is of vital importance to me. Through being comfortable, the best creative ideas can spring. It is proven by many theatre practitioners like Clive Barker (1977:62) and Augusto Boal, (1992:60) that through intelligent play, creativity flows freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am open to opinions and criticism, taking them to heart and pondering their possibilities. Only then I can make a choice of using them or not. Many times they inspire me to go one step further or see things in a new way. The visual concept of the stage, as well as the overall effect of the production, has to be at all moments present. Even the best of ideas will be lost on an audience if the details of a production, as well as their timing are not in perfect coordination to have direct impact on the public.&lt;br /&gt;For me as a creator, the creative process is continuous; it doesn’t stop with the performance of a particular piece. The research process creates the seeds for new ideas. Ideas feed each other, like a chain reaction, it never stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This approach to dance as theatre has built my signature, my own choreographic way of expressing a theatrical idea, in the context of the times I live.&lt;br /&gt;Being a Mexican that has been living in Europe for almost half of her life and working and living in different countries, my signature is a mixture of various cultures. I have been also influenced by choreographers of other nationalities and different styles, like Kay Takey from Japan (Butoh) and Reinhild Hoffmann from Germany (dance-theatre).&lt;br /&gt;My light designer once told me that I was more like a theatre director than a choreographer. (Rui Damas, August 2004) He told me that through time my pieces have become more and more theatre oriented. I never considered myself a theatre director because my background comes from dance and I rarely use text. Still I have to recognize that the years of reading plays, paying close attention to actors working in performance and studying the practical theories of theatre, have a great influence on the creative choices made and the choreographic work process itself.&lt;br /&gt;I see myself as a choreographer, because I transmit my ideas through the stylisation of the vocabulary of movement. For me, even the slightest gesture of one hand, done in an expressive way, is dance. Therefore I am a choreographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References&lt;br /&gt;Barker Clive (1977 [1988]) &lt;br /&gt;Theatre Games, London: Methuen PaperbackBoal&lt;br /&gt;Augusto (1992 [1997]) Games for Actors and Non-Actors, London: Routledge&lt;br /&gt;Butterworth Jo, Didactic-democratic framework for dance making MA handout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1122887746172653682?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1122887746172653682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1122887746172653682&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1122887746172653682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1122887746172653682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/dance-as-theater.html' title='Dance as Theater'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/S8YPbm179kI/AAAAAAAAAgc/ay5rNPHXod0/s72-c/Dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-435727059873102152</id><published>2008-06-22T11:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:41:43.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Some  quotes by  Robert Hughes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SF46Aiym-7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xhIiJXH6PcU/s1600-h/andromeda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SF46Aiym-7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xhIiJXH6PcU/s400/andromeda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214669199555099570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The greater the artist, the  greater the doubt. Perfect confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; is granted to the less talented as a  consolation prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; On the whole, money does artists much more good than harm. The idea that one benefits from cold water, crusts and debt collectors is now almost extinct, like belief in the reformatory power of flogging.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Drawing never dies, it holds on by the skin of its teeth, because the hunger it satisfies.. the desire for an active, investigative, manually vivid relation with the things we see and yearn to know about.. is apparently immortal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Drawing brings us into a different, a deeper and more fully experienced relation to the object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;om: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://www.artquotes.net/quotations/robert-hughes-quotes.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-435727059873102152?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/435727059873102152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=435727059873102152&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/435727059873102152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/435727059873102152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-quotes-by-robert-hughes.html' title='Some  quotes by  Robert Hughes'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SF46Aiym-7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/xhIiJXH6PcU/s72-c/andromeda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1749805392023718497</id><published>2008-05-18T18:44:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:06:39.675Z</updated><title type='text'>A Magic Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SDB5eNoRSVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_0VLaFuOM_4/s1600-h/snow+road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SDB5eNoRSVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_0VLaFuOM_4/s400/snow+road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201791129574525266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend sent me this picture, I find it so beautiful. I look at it and my eyes focus immediately at the end of the road, or what seems the end of the road. It makes me think about the steps we give in life,  curiosity, magic, expectations. It makes me travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1749805392023718497?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1749805392023718497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1749805392023718497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1749805392023718497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1749805392023718497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='A Magic Road'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SDB5eNoRSVI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_0VLaFuOM_4/s72-c/snow+road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1186491229831155423</id><published>2008-04-25T17:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:32:58.147Z</updated><title type='text'>A Very Young John Cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IdtPFncgbHo&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/IdtPFncgbHo&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/38433353-1186491229831155423?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1186491229831155423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1186491229831155423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1186491229831155423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1186491229831155423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-young-john-cage.html' title='A Very Young John Cage'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6183479916589076656</id><published>2008-04-24T17:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:08:20.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from these last two months</title><content type='html'>House in Valle de Bravo- Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDJdDASC9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/HEWWoG4ccec/s1600-h/Casa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDJdDASC9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/HEWWoG4ccec/s400/Casa+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192871871218060242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved mother's dog "Charlie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDJ2zASC-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xzkbk1EiK5k/s1600-h/Charlie+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDJ2zASC-I/AAAAAAAAAMw/xzkbk1EiK5k/s400/Charlie+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192872313599691746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden in Valle de Bravo, Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDKTzASC_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YTDcNgI0yIQ/s1600-h/Jardin+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDKTzASC_I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YTDcNgI0yIQ/s400/Jardin+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192872811815898098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albufeira-Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDKvzASDAI/AAAAAAAAANA/31erU0qr6NU/s1600-h/Albufeira+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDKvzASDAI/AAAAAAAAANA/31erU0qr6NU/s400/Albufeira+5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192873292852235266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albufeira and Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDLijASDBI/AAAAAAAAANI/cbr0M9qs-S4/s1600-h/Albufeira+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDLijASDBI/AAAAAAAAANI/cbr0M9qs-S4/s400/Albufeira+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192874164730596370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6183479916589076656?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6183479916589076656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6183479916589076656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6183479916589076656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6183479916589076656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-from-these-last-two-months.html' title='Pictures from these last two months'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/SBDJdDASC9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/HEWWoG4ccec/s72-c/Casa+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6643472868538907452</id><published>2008-04-19T15:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-04-19T16:09:02.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Koyaanisqatsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PirH8PADDgQ&amp;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/PirH8PADDgQ&amp;amp;hl=en" 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 am showing a selection of wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.lamarmita.blogspot.com/"&gt;silent films&lt;/a&gt; in my performing space.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first session and the weather became nasty, by nasty I mean really nasty. It felt almost like a hurricane. I had a furious river in front of the performing space.&lt;br /&gt;I doubted about having any public, because even if someone wanted to go, there was no way of accessing the street. So after waiting patiently for someone to appear, I decided to play &lt;a href="http://www.koyaanisqatsi.org/films/koyaanisqatsi.php"&gt;Koyaanisqatsi&lt;/a&gt;. I had seen this film just in TV and wanted to watch it in the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;The rain was furiously banging on the ceiling and the seagulls shouting, while slowly the impressive images began to display accompanied by the wonderful composition of &lt;a href="http://www.philipglass.com/"&gt;Philip Glass&lt;/a&gt; . Actually besides his piano pieces, this I think is one of his best compositions.&lt;br /&gt;I had no public, but the experience was unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is no rain tonight. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6643472868538907452?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6643472868538907452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6643472868538907452&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6643472868538907452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6643472868538907452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/koyaanisqatsi.html' title='Koyaanisqatsi'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-7015967959482655952</id><published>2008-02-15T23:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:10:39.498Z</updated><title type='text'>I think I will relax now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7Yf8vIRJqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tdcPDRc5eG4/s1600-h/Andrea_Thinking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7Yf8vIRJqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tdcPDRc5eG4/s400/Andrea_Thinking.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167352750757979810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Well that is what I thought, but I didn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Last year was crazy, we follow our dream and suddenly there it is and then it is too much. Who understands us humans? Gosh, we are so complicated, or perhaps it is just me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Every year I present a project for the Ministry of Culture to get support, the last years I have been lucky, as it also helps me to pay the rent of my performing space. But this year I thought because I had to write the dissertation, that I was going to relax. When the Ministry of Culture announced that we could begin to send the new proposals, I told my colleague “This time I need to concentrate in my dissertation”, she panicked and asked “And how are you going to pay the rent”, so I had to forget about relaxing and began to work in both things. I thought I was not going to get support as just three projects were going to be contemplated in the whole north. But hey, I got a letter “you will have support for your project”. Well… ok…I will relax later..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I can’t believe I did both things, I finished my dissertation (in panic) and I created a whole new production (in panic), but I did it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was in November…December came…now really, really, I will relax…oh no!!...I had forgotten I had the whole month with projects with another association, workshops and performances which is one of the few things that pays..ok..so I will relax in January…but I couldn’t, although I forced myself to just do solitaires and travel aimlessly through the net, but how I could rest when inside my head were all the list of things I had to do. The new applications for the Ministry of culture opened at the same time that I needed to apply for another organization, three projects: &lt;a href="http://www.limpezaextrema.blogspot.com/"&gt;dance-theatre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.dialogosmusicais.blogspot.com/"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; and a project to be supported as a &lt;a href="http://lamarmita.blogspot.com"&gt;group&lt;/a&gt;. I had also to rehearse as I have this tour to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;, but nope, no relaxation when the head is busy thinking about what you have to do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I take the plane on Sunday, and I am sure I will relax then…oh wait, I am afraid of flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from these last months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December, finishing taking down the lights and cleaning the space. These two princesses are my producer (to the right) and a video artist that for my performances was in charge of dealing with the projector as I was too nervous watching at my performers (lol). By the way I am very proud of this place for the public, last six months ago were only chairs..improvement !! Ok I don't like those brown things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YalvIRJmI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ym3JbASLA-A/s1600-h/DSC00975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YalvIRJmI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ym3JbASLA-A/s400/DSC00975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167346858062849634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same girls on stage, above is my light designer fighting with some cables, I am just taking pictures ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7Yb1fIRJnI/AAAAAAAAALg/ImS5T03tZbA/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7Yb1fIRJnI/AAAAAAAAALg/ImS5T03tZbA/s400/DSC00976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167348228157417074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the apartment of Reinhild Hoffmann, I worked with her for many years and my dissertation was about her work, so I went to Berlin in August to interview her, she was incredibly generous and I loved how she has her bookshelves, I wanted to do something like this at home as I have too many books, I think it looks great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YdDPIRJoI/AAAAAAAAALo/T-b7o5j51QA/s1600-h/DSC00939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YdDPIRJoI/AAAAAAAAALo/T-b7o5j51QA/s400/DSC00939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167349563892246146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a historical picture, getting drunk with Reinhild Hoffmann and Susanne Linke, I had so much fun with them both, we are all crazy. To my right (I am the one showing too many teeth), is my friend Sveine from Iceland and her producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YeL_IRJpI/AAAAAAAAALw/cUmZSR8ljmM/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7YeL_IRJpI/AAAAAAAAALw/cUmZSR8ljmM/s400/DSC00929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167350813727729298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-7015967959482655952?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7015967959482655952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=7015967959482655952&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7015967959482655952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7015967959482655952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-will-relax-now.html' title='I think I will relax now'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7Yf8vIRJqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tdcPDRc5eG4/s72-c/Andrea_Thinking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6515832722270175053</id><published>2008-02-13T19:17:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:41:46.390Z</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Slowly...as I have so much to write and to update...but to begin with... some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NC4vIRJXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dZOXfakFpX8/s1600-h/Sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NC4vIRJXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dZOXfakFpX8/s400/Sunset.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166546740015342962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice sunset from my balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adopted a new dog, I can't believe it, the neighbour wanted to abandon him, so hey another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NDU_IRJYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1IcXZ3BdIp0/s1600-h/Tico+the+fly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NDU_IRJYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1IcXZ3BdIp0/s400/Tico+the+fly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166547225346647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been a joy to my other two old dogs . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NDq_IRJZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nUHsRrC8Bw4/s1600-h/Pandora+y+Tico.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NDq_IRJZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nUHsRrC8Bw4/s400/Pandora+y+Tico.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166547603303769490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very good decision for everybody...more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NEBPIRJaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gzGyFO7h7SY/s1600-h/Laika+sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NEBPIRJaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gzGyFO7h7SY/s400/Laika+sleeping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166547985555858850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6515832722270175053?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6515832722270175053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6515832722270175053&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6515832722270175053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6515832722270175053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/R7NC4vIRJXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dZOXfakFpX8/s72-c/Sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1078991780351165489</id><published>2007-07-01T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:26:40.910Z</updated><title type='text'>Messy Gabi and Iceland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogLUE0c8bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nZq4xpyXm7w/s1600-h/Catarata2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogLUE0c8bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nZq4xpyXm7w/s400/Catarata2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082324619006636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It has been so long since I post something here, that I don’t know where to begin. Perhaps I can do it by acknowledging, that I am a complete mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogLp00c8cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fJpHN6JnbOM/s1600-h/Falla+and+water.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogLp00c8cI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fJpHN6JnbOM/s400/Falla+and+water.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082324992668791234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I used to be very organized and therefore I could create in advance a new piece. But lately I jump from one project to the next with poor results and then I panic that I will not have enough time to finish it. The point is that I know how to resolve this and I don’t do it, I continue to have self-defeating behaviours, like been addicted now to Yahoo Answers, that is actually highly addictive and a waste of time, so please don’t go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I should be so happy, I got support again from the Ministry of Culture, but between the programs in my space which I have to create and perform myself because of lack of money, my dissertation and now the new supported project, it seems just like too much, especially that I continue to be my own worst secretary. At least for the project for the Ministry of Culture I will be able to hire an assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogMEk0c8dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j5KFIShTE_Y/s1600-h/Faro+y+costa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogMEk0c8dI/AAAAAAAAAHs/j5KFIShTE_Y/s400/Faro+y+costa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082325452230291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be happy and I know the only problem is that I am not organizing myself. Perhaps I am getting scared of not being able to do these projects with quality, as they are perhaps to many for one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about this now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I post some more pictures of Iceland. I was there last week, I went for a friend's wedding, I loved it there. Almost no one, just the kind of place I like, perfect for a not very sociable person as myself (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week I hope to post something more interesting than just this complain...I will think about this also later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogMuU0c8fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kVdozzzfkzs/s1600-h/Glacier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogMuU0c8fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kVdozzzfkzs/s400/Glacier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082326169489830386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thank you Andy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogNF00c8gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rRhjoZ0vwjo/s1600-h/Laguna+azul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogNF00c8gI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rRhjoZ0vwjo/s400/Laguna+azul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082326573216756226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1078991780351165489?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1078991780351165489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1078991780351165489&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1078991780351165489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1078991780351165489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/messy-gabi-and-iceland.html' title='Messy Gabi and Iceland'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RogLUE0c8bI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nZq4xpyXm7w/s72-c/Catarata2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-4689881302156447852</id><published>2007-05-15T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:36:01.631Z</updated><title type='text'>Film that makes a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RkoZV0MjZsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CeKC1KUx3hg/s1600-h/Horse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RkoZV0MjZsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CeKC1KUx3hg/s400/Horse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064888593510786754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                    A sculpture in Utrecht, I loved it, so happy :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to send this to several friends, but for some reason some got it as SPAM! Arrghhh..so I decided to post it here. Warning, it will make you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makeadifferencemovie.com/"&gt;Film that makes a difference&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-4689881302156447852?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4689881302156447852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=4689881302156447852&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4689881302156447852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4689881302156447852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/film-that-makes-difference.html' title='Film that makes a difference'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RkoZV0MjZsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CeKC1KUx3hg/s72-c/Horse.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6969907257476731458</id><published>2007-05-14T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:09:18.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Space Photos</title><content type='html'>Why I feel I have to write? I don't feel like it&lt;br /&gt;Why then I feel it has to be intelligent? Who said so?...mhh...my mother used to say it...mhh...perhaps that is why I ask the question. What is wrong to allow ourselves to show to the world the part of us that is not smart at all ;-) Or that at least that is the way we learnt to see it. Perhaps being conscious of being not smart/intelligent is the proof that we are smart/intelligent......at the end who cares? It is about being happy with the tools we have...I feel better then..do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to post something and I found this great pictures for the ones that like the thrill of sending a rocket to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ktb.net/%7Ebillmeco/sts114A.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Space Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6969907257476731458?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6969907257476731458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6969907257476731458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6969907257476731458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6969907257476731458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/space-photos.html' title='Space Photos'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1554847775087114607</id><published>2007-05-01T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:06:40.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Holland</title><content type='html'>I just came back, I am exhausted and decided to do NOTHING today. It comes quiet handy because anyway it is cloudy, cold and rainy. Amazing that in Holland many days were up to 28 degrees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work went well and I managed to control my nerves during a presentation, it is worse than performing! I had to rehearse and rehearse, especially talking... s l o w l y...I managed...pure discipline! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just the dissertation, plus all the projects I have for new choreographies, but i will not think about this today ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdx0UMjZoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeiL7ZXC3CU/s1600-h/Garden+at+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdx0UMjZoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeiL7ZXC3CU/s400/Garden+at+school.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059637849962538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group, small but wonderful: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdyS0MjZpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xi632hmjNgk/s1600-h/Group+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdyS0MjZpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Xi632hmjNgk/s400/Group+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059638373948548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View across the school's street: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdyykMjZqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q-KVtHtz1IM/s1600-h/Tilburg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdyykMjZqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/q-KVtHtz1IM/s400/Tilburg1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059638919409395362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utrecht: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdzbEMjZrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e_6I-Oz40Ds/s1600-h/Utrecht2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RjdzbEMjZrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/e_6I-Oz40Ds/s400/Utrecht2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059639615194097330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1554847775087114607?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1554847775087114607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1554847775087114607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1554847775087114607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1554847775087114607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-from-holland.html' title='Pictures from Holland'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdx0UMjZoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aeiL7ZXC3CU/s72-c/Garden+at+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-5514768735599379025</id><published>2007-04-14T23:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:50:54.515Z</updated><title type='text'>Last Time I Go to Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdv10MjZnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hgn5_8yX2Mk/s1600-h/DSC00421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdv10MjZnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hgn5_8yX2Mk/s400/DSC00421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059635676709086834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RiFhFJc3YTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-xKZTB3u2m4/s1600-h/Granja+from+Espinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RiFhFJc3YTI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-xKZTB3u2m4/s400/Granja+from+Espinho.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053426997950636338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                        My town seen from another town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean to the University, after these next two weeks, then I will have just the dissertation. In the  mean time.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Suitcase= done&lt;br /&gt;2- Books= are there&lt;br /&gt;3- Notebook=also&lt;br /&gt;4- Thousand copies of my essay=everywhere&lt;br /&gt;5- Passport= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...I need a better picture by the way&lt;br /&gt;6- Video for my presentation= a hundred copies&lt;br /&gt;7- Presentation= &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;....it is the FIRST time I will make one, I practice and I sound like retarded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering into panic, self-doubt mixed with tons of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. 2: Fox if you read this, I will try to write from Holland but I am not sure if I will have the time, if not I will do it when I come back, muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-5514768735599379025?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5514768735599379025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=5514768735599379025&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5514768735599379025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5514768735599379025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-time-i-go-to-holland.html' title='Last Time I Go to Holland'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rjdv10MjZnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Hgn5_8yX2Mk/s72-c/DSC00421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-7608918147722636052</id><published>2007-04-06T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:03:24.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Clouds and Seagulls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVUEsAbleI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MY8-h4v6URE/s1600-h/Clouds1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVUEsAbleI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MY8-h4v6URE/s400/Clouds1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050034996675057122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't know why in this last month I have been fascinated by clouds and seagulls, I have taken so many pictures but with my small unprofessional camera, well few are good. Perhaps they will look nice over the black background.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVUl8AblfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kBhtHNxq1J0/s1600-h/Seagul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVUl8AblfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/kBhtHNxq1J0/s400/Seagul.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050035567905707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was passed from one bird to another,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the whole gift of the day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The day went from flute to flute,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;went dressed in vegetation,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;in flights which opened a tunnel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;through the wind would pass&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to where birds were breaking open&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the dense blue air -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and there, night came in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I returned from so many journeys,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I stayed suspended and green&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;between sun and geography -&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw how wings worked,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;how perfumes are transmitted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;by feathery telegraph,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and from above I saw the path,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the springs and the roof tiles,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the fishermen at their trades,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the trousers of the foam;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw it all from my green sky.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had no more alphabet&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;than the swallows in their courses,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the tiny, shining water&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of the small bird on fire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;which dances out of the pollen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pablo Neruda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVV8cAblgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Pu-a0aCmmA/s1600-h/Clouds6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVV8cAblgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8Pu-a0aCmmA/s400/Clouds6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050037053964391938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The poets labouring all their days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To build a perfect beauty in rhyme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are overthrown by a woman's gaze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;And therefore my heart will bow, when dew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before the unlabouring stars and you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;William Butler Yeats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVWz8AblhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_Tt00vjdewc/s1600-h/Seagules2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVWz8AblhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_Tt00vjdewc/s400/Seagules2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050038007447131666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVXwsAbliI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BmftT_f84MA/s1600-h/clouds4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVXwsAbliI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BmftT_f84MA/s400/clouds4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050039051124184610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-7608918147722636052?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7608918147722636052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=7608918147722636052&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7608918147722636052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7608918147722636052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/clouds-and-seagulls.html' title='Clouds and Seagulls'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RhVUEsAbleI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MY8-h4v6URE/s72-c/Clouds1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-2701130862533922047</id><published>2007-02-28T04:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-28T04:28:29.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Internet Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUBJptCpJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BKiGVq86RGo/s1600-h/Lisboa+Oriente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUBJptCpJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BKiGVq86RGo/s400/Lisboa+Oriente.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036433023608988818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                Lisboa-Oriente train station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the wonder of the Internet is the incredible capability of making friends. Since I began to surf and feeling more comfortable with this communication method, soon I began to develop friends and many have stayed my pen pals -or should we say keyword pals- through the years. We have laughed and cried together, discussed from cooking to politics, from art to the weather in our own corner of the world, while we furiously type our faceless words. Fore some years, I keep these friends who I cherish so much and who have a special place in my life, but it was just until a couple of months ago that I met in person one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUCIptCpKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PscfgAH27xw/s1600-h/Lisboa+cloud1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUCIptCpKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PscfgAH27xw/s400/Lisboa+cloud1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036434105940747426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                            Clouds In Lisbon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was travelling with her husband to Paris; I was working in a project in Germany and found this very cheap ticket who could take me back and forth to Paris in one day.&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous to meet her, the question I always asked myself: “Are we the way we write”, was in front of me. I was nervous in how she was going to perceive me in real life, as I was nervous in how I would feel with her face to face. I was so happy to realize, that not just she was more intelligent and funnier than her writing, but that she was an incredible warm person. It was a great experience and yes I could say, we are more than our writing, the eyes, the dace expression, our voice and body language are there. Yes it seems, obvious all this, but in this age when we many people in this way, I still feel surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUDaZtCpLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/db6ulC9ERSk/s1600-h/Catedral+Beja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUDaZtCpLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/db6ulC9ERSk/s400/Catedral+Beja.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036435510395053234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Church in Beja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago I met another friend, the same insecurity feelings were there, and the same questions. I travelled to the south, to Lisbon and from there to Beja just to have lunch with him, and the same magic happened. I had a wonderful time and we laughed so much and felt we knew each other for a long time, in a way we do. I was not wrong about him, as I was not wrong about my American friend.&lt;br /&gt;These successful meetings make me curious about gathering with so many others; I would need a ticket to travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUEO5tCpMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WacTnrf4sZM/s1600-h/Sky+in+Beja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUEO5tCpMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WacTnrf4sZM/s400/Sky+in+Beja.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036436412338185410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Clouds in Beja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-2701130862533922047?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2701130862533922047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=2701130862533922047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/2701130862533922047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/2701130862533922047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/internet-friends.html' title='Internet Friends'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/ReUBJptCpJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BKiGVq86RGo/s72-c/Lisboa+Oriente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1787072304090471628</id><published>2007-02-19T10:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:39:15.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Andy</title><content type='html'>He shared with me this video that I find awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I post other links as well, videos that I have bookmarked, that I find interesting, strange or funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAvPRbh0jmE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KAvPRbh0jmE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qCVIelcIYE"&gt;This is not a Film&lt;/a&gt;, amazing animation based on the paintings of Magritte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI"&gt;Treadmills Dancing&lt;/a&gt;, this is very funny and it was filmed in just one take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdTjRumkT9k"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play, part I&lt;/a&gt;, for the ones that like Samuel Beckett &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;Pachelbel Rant&lt;/a&gt;,  A comedian rants about how much he hates to play Pachelbel's Canon in D, very funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1787072304090471628?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1787072304090471628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1787072304090471628&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1787072304090471628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1787072304090471628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-you-andy.html' title='Thank you Andy'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-812128833880288811</id><published>2007-02-15T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T14:14:01.581Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideas on Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RdRowE_fVZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YIny736Juhc/s1600-h/Espera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RdRowE_fVZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YIny736Juhc/s400/Espera1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031761858862732690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://lamarmita.blogspot.com/2007/02/creativity-is-private-affair.html"&gt;La Marmita blog&lt;/a&gt;, I posted something about creativity. If I am honest, I am trying to be creative and I am panicking, because nothing comes to my mind and I wonder if there is a moment where ideas decide to go for a long vacation, taking little luggage with items of the imagination. Yes I can see my ideas dressed in yellow (I don’t know why yellow), packing items stored in the shelves of imagination and going out of my brain in a stampede, like little children going to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I let them go, but then here I stay with tons of paper looking at me with boring eyes, lots of scribbles that for a strange reason I can’t understand and an effort to concentrate. I talk to myself in this way: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Andrea concentrate!.........Andrea begins to concentrate&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tock, tick, tock……..Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Andrea looks at her watch, waits……Nothing&lt;br /&gt;She decides to close her eyes so that in this relax state some miracle will happen…….she falls asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my ideas come back rested from their trip to the Ocean of Inventions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-812128833880288811?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/812128833880288811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=812128833880288811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/812128833880288811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/812128833880288811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/ideas-on-vacation.html' title='Ideas on Vacation'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RdRowE_fVZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/YIny736Juhc/s72-c/Espera1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-3905881804736901999</id><published>2007-02-08T09:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T09:17:51.794Z</updated><title type='text'>Advantages of Being a Woman Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rcruf0_fVXI/AAAAAAAAADs/n6Al2Tmeriw/s1600-h/CND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rcruf0_fVXI/AAAAAAAAADs/n6Al2Tmeriw/s400/CND.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029094164480873842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working without the pressures of success&lt;br /&gt;Not having to be in shows with men&lt;br /&gt;Having an escape from the art world in your 4 free-lance jobs&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your career might pick up after you’re eighty&lt;br /&gt;Being reassured that whatever kind of art you make it will be labelled feminine&lt;br /&gt;Not been stuck in a tenure teaching position&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your ideas live on the work of others&lt;br /&gt;Having the opportunity to choose between career and motherhood&lt;br /&gt;Not having to choke on those big cigars or paint in Italian suites&lt;br /&gt;Having more time to work when your mate dumps you for someone younger&lt;br /&gt;Being included in revised versions of art history&lt;br /&gt;Not having to undergo the embarrassment of being called a genius&lt;br /&gt;Getting your picture in the art magazines with a gorilla suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A public service message from the &lt;a href="http://www.guerillagirls.com/"&gt;Guerilla Girls &lt;/a&gt;conscience of the art world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-3905881804736901999?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3905881804736901999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=3905881804736901999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/3905881804736901999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/3905881804736901999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/advantages.html' title='Advantages of Being a Woman Artist'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/Rcruf0_fVXI/AAAAAAAAADs/n6Al2Tmeriw/s72-c/CND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-5979884079163782117</id><published>2007-02-02T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:25:26.319Z</updated><title type='text'>Doll Face</title><content type='html'>I love animation, this one is superb. The idea so simple and so well made. It reminds me of a theatre teacher that used to say: "Don't create something complicated and uninteresting. Create something simple and wonderful".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="365" src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2817109"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-5979884079163782117?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5979884079163782117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=5979884079163782117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5979884079163782117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5979884079163782117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/doll-face.html' title='Doll Face'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6469752997463312384</id><published>2007-01-31T23:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T23:41:28.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Private Opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RcEn09_QAfI/AAAAAAAAADM/I-0FFdM0f7k/s1600-h/A+poetry+corner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026342450068718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RcEn09_QAfI/AAAAAAAAADM/I-0FFdM0f7k/s400/A+poetry+corner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Amarante- Portugal- Taken by Andrea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filtering reality is a universal process, but according to Lorna Marshall in her book, The Body Speaks, it is not experienced in a universal manner. She states, that we sometimes assume that the world looks exactly the same to each one of us. But in fact, we perceive every moment and every same situation slightly different to another individual. In addition, “whatever is perceived will not be interpreted identically; people do not place information within the same framework of importance.”&lt;br /&gt;Our opinions of others are affected by the upbringing we got from our family or society. It sounds simplistic, but seldom are we aware of it. We just react, because we are identifying with our certain society.&lt;br /&gt;So again to quote Marshall , “there is one important thing to understand about socialization. It is a process of selection; ‘this way’ rather tan all the ‘other’ ways. So we accept and we discard the rest. We can’t deal with too much information. But many of us can step aside form this norm and try new alternatives and ways of engaging with this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6469752997463312384?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6469752997463312384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6469752997463312384&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6469752997463312384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6469752997463312384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/private-opinions.html' title='Private Opinions'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RcEn09_QAfI/AAAAAAAAADM/I-0FFdM0f7k/s72-c/A+poetry+corner.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-4424478179694851849</id><published>2007-01-28T13:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-28T14:25:52.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of a Geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbyyFtb7ERI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EalHEYMlWdc/s1600-h/geisha+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbyyFtb7ERI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EalHEYMlWdc/s400/geisha+dancing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025087095404433682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading this book. I didn't like the style of writing, but I found the story fascinating, especially the process of becoming a geisha. I had never thought so much about this theme and I found it very interesting, as I find fascinating the lives of western cortesans. It makes me think about how much life has changed for women. Before, without the protection of men, be it father, husband or a lover, the only way to survive was to become a prostitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for the film in the Internet, &lt;a href="http://www.geishasoundtrack.com/"&gt;the music &lt;/a&gt;by John Williams is very beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found an interesting site about their history: &lt;a href="http://www.whatever.net.au/~amaya/geisha/"&gt;geisha and mako&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the novel. While reading the book I was imaging it would make a much better film. Well there was a film that opened on December of 2005 and won three prizes. I missed this someway, where was I? The picture I posted is from that film, that now I am extremely curious to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that, the film was banned in China because Chinese actresses play Japanese geisha. The national film board and the Office for the Administration of Radio, Film and Television claimed that it was banned because the storyline is "too sensitive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture title is: &lt;em&gt;"Geisha at Gov. Uchida's luncheon, &lt;br /&gt;Tokyo - Dec. 9, 1911" &lt;/em&gt;taken by William Welch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbyyUdb7ESI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9lxQBI_dQn0/s1600-h/geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbyyUdb7ESI/AAAAAAAAAC8/9lxQBI_dQn0/s400/geisha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025087348807504162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-4424478179694851849?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4424478179694851849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=4424478179694851849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4424478179694851849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4424478179694851849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='Memoirs of a Geisha'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbyyFtb7ERI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EalHEYMlWdc/s72-c/geisha+dancing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-3063564169381987948</id><published>2007-01-27T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:43:11.967Z</updated><title type='text'>Crisis: A Turning Point</title><content type='html'>For the last two days I have been thinking about posting something. But I can't make up my mind about what. &lt;br /&gt;I am becoming too conscious about my own writing. Perhaps because I love to visit blogs where people express themselves wonderfully in writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin to believe there is a real age crisis. I am questioning everything and I have been too worried about facial miracle creams, something I never cared before in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mother, that died two years ago. She gave up, she stoped eating and then I think about her widower and how sad he still is, living alone in that big house in Mexico. And then I think, that I will never say my age again, I will tell people: "I am between 40 and death". I read this somewhere and I thought it was a wonderful answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that these worries come from working most of my time with people younger than me. Besides my husband that is my age, most people I know are 15 to 20 years younger. I miss having friends my own age, with whom I can talk about this "age crisis". Friends that can understand that the older we get the more baggage we carry. Perhaps this "crisis" is about growing. It is a confrontation with the self, a time for thinking and evaluating our attitudes towards others and life. A last chance to learn to be happy and have joy in things we take from granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I came back from Holland, these thoughts are inside me constantly. I have been having problems being disciplined. I have thousand of projects to prepare and here I am musing about this "crisis", instead of working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crisi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ancient Greek κρίσις ( krisis ) "a separating, power of distinguishing, decision, choice, election, judgment, dispute" &lt; κρίνω ( krino ) "to pick out, to choose, to decide, to judge". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a crucial or decisive point or situation; a turning point &lt;br /&gt;-an unstable situation, in political, social, economic or military affairs, especially one involving an impending abrupt change &lt;br /&gt;-a sudden change in the course of a disease, usually at which the patient is expected to recover or die &lt;br /&gt;-a traumatic or stressful change in a person's life &lt;br /&gt;-a point in a drama at which a conflict reaches a peak before being resolved &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without crisis, there is no change, no learning. Therefore I embrace my crisis :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this next video, this man is absolutely in crisis. The editing is made in a way that reminds me of an avantgarde short film, made by a woman that unfortunately I forgot her name, that repeated constantly: "I am sorry". This is not a master piece, but is so funny (WARNING: there is a lot of swearing). For real avant-garde films go to: &lt;a href="http://www.ubu.com/"&gt;ubu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zg7LHuEQvm4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zg7LHuEQvm4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38433353-3063564169381987948?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3063564169381987948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=3063564169381987948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/3063564169381987948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/3063564169381987948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/crisis-turning-point.html' title='Crisis: A Turning Point'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-6482728030861151611</id><published>2007-01-23T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:49:08.354Z</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbaTANb7EOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UsLjMab5CeA/s1600-h/m31abtpmoon_c720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbaTANb7EOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UsLjMab5CeA/s320/m31abtpmoon_c720.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023364066194428130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what life is about. This picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add, although I was not going to use words ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Explanation: The Great Spiral Galaxy in Andromeda (aka M31), a mere 2.5 million light-years distant, is the closest large spiral to our own Milky Way. Andromeda is visible to the unaided eye as a small, faint, fuzzy patch, but because its surface brightness is so low, casual skygazers can't appreciate the galaxy's impressive extent in planet Earth's sky. This entertaining composite image compares the angular size of the nearby galaxy to a brighter, more familiar celestial sight. In it, a deep exposure of Andromeda, tracing beautiful blue star clusters in spiral arms far beyond the bright yellow core, is combined with a typical view of a nearly full Moon. Shown at the same angular scale, the Moon covers about 1/2 degree on the sky, while the galaxy is clearly several times that size. The deep Andromeda exposure also includes two bright satellite galaxies, M32 and M110 (bottom)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap061228.html"&gt;Astronomy Picture of the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-6482728030861151611?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6482728030861151611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=6482728030861151611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6482728030861151611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/6482728030861151611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbaTANb7EOI/AAAAAAAAACQ/UsLjMab5CeA/s72-c/m31abtpmoon_c720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-5644022210701822256</id><published>2007-01-23T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:52:31.408Z</updated><title type='text'>Breathing Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbYTENb7ENI/AAAAAAAAACE/3uGoLIHUyjY/s1600-h/hrs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbYTENb7ENI/AAAAAAAAACE/3uGoLIHUyjY/s320/hrs1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023223397425549522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back from windy tempestuous Holland. &lt;br /&gt;The winds were so fast, that on my way back the airplane took-off in what seemed just too fast, I just hoped the pilot knew what he was doing. Yes I know I have problems with trust. &lt;br /&gt;It was marvellous to go away for a while and to work for 12 hours at the University, between lectures, tutorials, practical work and rehearsals. &lt;br /&gt;The only entertainment was to eat, drink wine and talk with my amazing friends, after hours of work. They tell me I am crazy, but they like me the way I am. It is like fresh air to be around people that like you, just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to adapt a choreography with my colleagues, which I did in 6 days and with just 2 hours of rehearsal each. They were amazing; I had forgotten what a wonderful experience is to work with professional dancers. They are quick to learn and extremely concentrated. I have to ask myself why people think that dancers are stupid, they definitely are not, just sometimes they have problems articulating with words, at least me. &lt;br /&gt;For example, if I write: &lt;br /&gt;“I like to work in ideas. Even if someone asks me to make an abstract choreography, I create for myself a linear form of thought, like a plot. During my early planning stages I create dance as if it were theatre. Many times it is like laying out a storyboard while trying to discover what I want to say with the intellectual material I find”.&lt;br /&gt;When trying to say the same on words, it would come as:&lt;br /&gt;“I like to work in ideas. Ideas are important for me, the heart of the piece. I need this click to be motivated and actually I am passionate about it….I am thirsty, should I ask for a wine?...What was I talking about? I got distracted looking at that woman that has breast implants, or could it be just the bra?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write I concentrate in what I am saying, when I talk visual and aural elements distract my thoughts and then I tend to jump from one idea to the next at the speed of light. Yes I know I can look like a lunatic. There has to be a place where I can practice how to talk in a way I look intelligent. I have to give a lecture demonstration in two months. I will begin to practice in front of the mirror, unless my own face distracts me from the flow of my own thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was marvellous to go away for a while. I feel happy again, I was able not just to turn the page, but able to open and begin a new book of my life. I am back and in peace with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-5644022210701822256?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5644022210701822256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=5644022210701822256&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5644022210701822256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/5644022210701822256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/breathing-again.html' title='Breathing Again'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RbYTENb7ENI/AAAAAAAAACE/3uGoLIHUyjY/s72-c/hrs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-672861714075891339</id><published>2007-01-06T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T13:50:25.169Z</updated><title type='text'>Cinema Paradiso</title><content type='html'>This is one of my favourite films. I have seen it so many times and still it brings tears to my eyes. This is the end of the film, a perfect conclusion about a movie that speaks about the passing of life, friendship and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Amazom.com reviews it is written: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giuseppe Tornatore's beautiful 1988 film about a little boy's love affair with the movies deservedly won an Oscar for Best Foreign Film and a Special Jury Prize at Cannes. Philippe Noiret plays a grizzled old projectionist who takes pride in his presentation of screen dreams for a town still recovering from World War II. When a child (Jacques Perrin) demonstrates fascination not only for movies but also for the process of showing them to an audience, a lifelong friendship is struck. This isn't just one of those films for people who are already in love with the cinema. But if you are one of those folks, the emotional resonance between the action in Tornatore's world and the images on Noiret's screen will seem all the greater--and the finale all the more powerful." --Tom Keogh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be away for two weeks. I take my memories with me to another country, I hope they stop hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/od1GDiVLv08"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/od1GDiVLv08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38433353-672861714075891339?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/672861714075891339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=672861714075891339&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/672861714075891339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/672861714075891339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/cinema-paradiso.html' title='Cinema Paradiso'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-7880079932435421754</id><published>2007-01-05T15:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:05:24.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Talk to Her</title><content type='html'>I haven't seen this movie, they have told me is so beautiful. I love Almodovar's films. When I come back from Holland I will definitaley rent the DVD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching for videos (instead of finishing this paper, but is almost done). The first scene of this video catched my attention, perhaps it is the way I feel inside. &lt;br /&gt;I have been so worried about getting old, it is so absurd, the other option is death. What an absurd obsession that I have, perhaps I have to begin to work with people my own age, perhaps this way I will feel "normal", whatever "normal" means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MilARG7icwo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MilARG7icwo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38433353-7880079932435421754?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7880079932435421754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=7880079932435421754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7880079932435421754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/7880079932435421754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/talk-to-her.html' title='Talk to Her'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-4760581851501606846</id><published>2007-01-04T09:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T10:02:26.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Commercial by Dove</title><content type='html'>This is what commercials should do, educate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6yRiLPgmEc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6yRiLPgmEc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/38433353-4760581851501606846?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4760581851501606846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=4760581851501606846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4760581851501606846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/4760581851501606846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/commercial-by-dove.html' title='Commercial by Dove'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-8280574686465567974</id><published>2007-01-02T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T18:56:37.215Z</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZqps4CO_nI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1nKfXs-_64/s1600-h/Amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZqps4CO_nI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1nKfXs-_64/s320/Amor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015507723451563634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a break, so for fun I looked for today’s horoscope. Pisces....well, I can’t relate to anything and because I really have nothing interesting to write today, besides that the sun was beautiful and that I continued writing this paper and that I am almost finished!! And that I gave a bath to my dogs and to myself in the process and that I have asked myself WHY I have to continue to create choreographies, if I only lose money and I get complains by most people. ……WOW..this was a looooong introduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the famous horoscope, it says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel good today and affectionate toward just about everyone around you&lt;/em&gt;. Well yes, I have been very affectionate to my dogs the only ones that have been around me today. Ah wait, the owner of the store at the corner, talked to me what it seemed forever. No I was not feeling very affectionate, because she was making generalizations about foreigners, I hate generalizations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should spend time with friends and even try to make new ones, if the opportunity arises.&lt;/em&gt; Well no opportunity, I am just working on this. Gosh I forgot I have to make two phone calls, I hope not to forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about your relationships and appreciate exactly how much love you give to and receive from others&lt;/em&gt;. With the “change” I just feel like a monster….ok…anyway I will think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there are tensions in any of your relationships, this is a good time to work at smoothing them over.&lt;/em&gt; Well yes there are tensions in all of my relationships. No, I am exaggerating; I just have tensions with two people. I should see the friends that make me feel happy, but I am working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably you will be quite popular today, and you should use the positive energies you are putting out to make a good impression on the people you want to impress. &lt;/em&gt;Popular with myself perhaps, unless I missed the procession of people shouting my name and asking where I am. Thinking about it, will I give this address to the people I know or it will stay just like a private diary in the Internet? I will think about this tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, don't be phony about it, because you will not be very effective in the long run.&lt;/em&gt; I am never phony that is for sure. One less thing to worry about, uff I can breathe.. . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The point is that the good impression you make will be because of the person you actually are, not the person you think others want you to be.&lt;/em&gt; This is right; I am always my own worst critic. But I have a good sense of humour, well not lately, but that also shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-8280574686465567974?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8280574686465567974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=8280574686465567974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/8280574686465567974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/8280574686465567974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZqps4CO_nI/AAAAAAAAABY/R1nKfXs-_64/s72-c/Amor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1252602519224095236</id><published>2007-01-01T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:41:18.512Z</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZjxDnvbcyI/AAAAAAAAABA/a1LCN5qTETc/s1600-h/oceans_020-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015023229586862882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZjxDnvbcyI/AAAAAAAAABA/a1LCN5qTETc/s320/oceans_020-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I created the blog of “La Marmita”, I began to write my thoughts and some silly things I write sometimes. Of course through time it has transformed into just information about dance-theatre performances and concerts.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why I have the need to write about my thoughts and feelings in a blog, especially in English and not in my own language. It could be because I love the idea of posting pictures, or because I love the black background or because I like to be in synchrony with times. Something is certain, the Internet is magic. It never stops to amaze me, as I still get exited when I watch airplanes take-off and landing. It makes me feel we live in a science fiction film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is raining and very foggy, the trees seem painted by an impressionist hand and the ocean has disappeared behind a curtain. It is beautiful and so peaceful. It is this kind of days where I just want to read a book or listen to Mahler full blast or still better to John McLaughlin, that by the way has a very nice website:. How I can make a direct link? Mhh….I have to find out....ok...I just got it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmclaughlin.com/index.html"&gt;John McLaughlin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am digressing, time to go back to work in that paper, while my dogs continue to sleep as if they were the owners of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1252602519224095236?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1252602519224095236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1252602519224095236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1252602519224095236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1252602519224095236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZjxDnvbcyI/AAAAAAAAABA/a1LCN5qTETc/s72-c/oceans_020-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1488771443639726914</id><published>2007-01-01T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:27:41.502Z</updated><title type='text'>Magic!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhVN3vbcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7pvjbfIGbSw/s1600-h/moonpic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhVN3vbcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7pvjbfIGbSw/s320/moonpic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014851881866588946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What our eyes can see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts feel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1488771443639726914?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1488771443639726914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1488771443639726914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1488771443639726914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1488771443639726914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/magic_31.html' title='Magic!!'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhVN3vbcxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7pvjbfIGbSw/s72-c/moonpic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-1901546374529827389</id><published>2007-01-01T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:12:20.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><content type='html'>Ok.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still the same person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same problems.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to create it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhRpnvbcvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q_cOJEVc6Zg/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhRpnvbcvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q_cOJEVc6Zg/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014847960561447666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-1901546374529827389?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1901546374529827389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=1901546374529827389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1901546374529827389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/1901546374529827389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZhRpnvbcvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Q_cOJEVc6Zg/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-8915118455930703157</id><published>2006-12-31T18:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:29:40.734Z</updated><title type='text'>I Should</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZgPgHvbcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/obJe8cPu_wE/s1600-h/sehse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZgPgHvbcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/obJe8cPu_wE/s320/sehse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014775229585257186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to use the word should, but I always use it…ugh…smart me…where is the hammer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this work I have to finish for my Masters, I travel in a week and I am very….extremely……astronomically late! Yes, I have my reasons, I have not stopped working at all, and by the way there were not even real vacations all this year.Ok….ok….this is no excuse, I should finish this work before the 7th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to begin working on this paper the 23rd. I didn’t, after sleeping one hour and going to the Airport twice to leave my performers; I was suffering a kind of jet-lag after 4 o’clock in the afternoon…so tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I thought that I deserved to become catatonic in front of a solitaire game that lasted almost the whole day! Ok…I was tired. Anyway it was Christmas eve, something I had forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;The 25th came…..mhh…. it was the wine’s fault.&lt;br /&gt;At last the 26th I really began working, the "should" became an action, same thing the 27th…until I realized I had forgotten to do some paper work for the grant I received this year!!! PANIC!!! I had one day to do it….I didn’t even responded to one phone call….I suddenly didn’t exist. &lt;br /&gt;Next day, everything was taken care of, I took the important papers and I was relieved. Then I had to meet two colleagues that needed to give me a receipt about the payment they received from “La Marmita”…alias I.&lt;br /&gt;I had a good talk with a friend about some heavy past misunderstandings, I felt better for one second, then I sank into a deep depression for two days, looking for help in the Internet for my deep pain, while thinking: I should continue writing that paper….I need time for someone to correct it…English is not my language!!.................what if I kill myself, like this I resolve everything….but how? It is not as easy at it seems, like going to the pharmacy and telling the man: Do you have a pill that kills instantly and with no effort?&lt;br /&gt;Ok…today is here, after hours of procrastination at last I wrote a thousand words….now I got distracted again writing this entrance in this blog……..ok it is the 31st. I should be celebrating, instead of being in front of this computer. I should ………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just stop making a big deal about everything. My intensity tires me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, stop writing and open that bottle of wine….by the way you should also learn to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-8915118455930703157?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8915118455930703157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=8915118455930703157&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/8915118455930703157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/8915118455930703157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-should.html' title='I Should'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cV9CqshAnU0/RZgPgHvbcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/obJe8cPu_wE/s72-c/sehse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38433353.post-116748950193424383</id><published>2006-12-30T14:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:38:21.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Fog</title><content type='html'>I am watching the fog over the ocean that stubbornly stays touching the waves, ignoring the wind who wants to sweep it away. &lt;br /&gt;I am closing a chapter, a chapter of my life. &lt;br /&gt;I realized in the last days that I have been stubbornly ignoring that it is time to grow. I have been oblivious to my own qualities and depending too much in the appreciation and love of others. &lt;br /&gt;I feel so sad; I have been looking for so long at the wrong wall.&lt;br /&gt;But no, there is no love out there, I am just the choreographer. The person that creates and gives a job, the person that organizes and pays. Is this wrong? No, it is the way it is, I just have been ignoring that it is a fact. &lt;br /&gt;I should begin to love myself, beginning with a big hug and telling myself: “Andrea, you did it” and be proud of myself. But while I keep searching for appreciation and love, I will keep staying blind to my own achievements. &lt;br /&gt;Two months ago my demons exposed themselves in front of me; I was hurt, very hurt and confused. And this hurt continued, until I hit rock bottom. I know I have two options, to sink or to change. But to be able to change, I have to close this chapter and turn the page. If I don’t do it, I will keep hurting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/115/1108/1600/58812/Granja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/115/1108/320/263522/Granja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE AWAY THE PAINS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though gray streaks of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Permeate our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Today we shall roll our carts&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun be blue, we’ll borrow&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeams to shine our smile&lt;br /&gt;And away with all the terrible bile&lt;br /&gt;Of regrets and pains&lt;br /&gt;That pierce so deep&lt;br /&gt;Like the rains&lt;br /&gt;Of tiny needles &lt;br /&gt;On our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away with all the night sprites&lt;br /&gt;That haunt our bedsides when we sleep&lt;br /&gt;And fill our minds with frights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine has been drawn! &lt;br /&gt;Smile for our new dawn&lt;br /&gt;Of great hopes, &lt;br /&gt;Away from the mires &lt;br /&gt;Of depression bathing the fires&lt;br /&gt;Of unhappiness and despairs&lt;br /&gt;That bind our beings like ropes…&lt;br /&gt;Smile away the pains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Francis Ohanyido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38433353-116748950193424383?l=through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116748950193424383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38433353&amp;postID=116748950193424383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/116748950193424383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38433353/posts/default/116748950193424383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://through-gabis-eyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/fog.html' title='Fog'/><author><name>Andrea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12250088125579009747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SWeSxvVXHzc/TZYGd3ROHjI/AAAAAAAAAis/Uvprsc-R2ZA/s220/2006_1224HeavenTHSC20060144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
