<?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-1044638805324263389</id><updated>2012-05-21T23:45:12.233+03:00</updated><category term='song'/><category term='Tolkien'/><category term='hope'/><title type='text'>Everyone needs a Thoughtful Spot</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-6623109113356621059</id><published>2012-02-17T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T21:11:56.821+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The road goes on and on.</title><content type='html'>Е, вече е официално. Договорът е подписан и на 1-ви юни заминавам за САЩ. За три месеца. Ще се бачка здраво, но това е част от приключението.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ще бъде интересно пътешествие. Ще се постарая да извлека най-доброто, което мога, с надеждите, че няма да разочаровам себе си и ще се справя с всичко, с което се сблъскам.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ироничното е, че една година по-рано толкова исках да бъда на другия край на океана. А сега искам да остана тук.&lt;br /&gt;Преди една година си мечтаех за далечната Америка, а сега когато бъда там ще си мечтая за България.&lt;br /&gt;Но животът е такъв предполагам?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Въпреки това... въпреки това, което мога да загубя, знам, че трябва да направя това пътешествие и да не променям плановете си, заради хора, които са се появили в живота ми.&lt;br /&gt;Както се появяват, така и си тръгват.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пък може би понякога... остават. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-6623109113356621059?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6623109113356621059/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/road-goes-on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6623109113356621059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6623109113356621059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2012/02/road-goes-on-and-on.html' title='The road goes on and on.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-3558992680623286871</id><published>2011-12-23T14:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.401+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tolkien'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Song of New Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day's rising&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;over death, over dread, over doom lifted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;out of loss, out of life, unto long glory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-3558992680623286871?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3558992680623286871/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3558992680623286871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3558992680623286871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/12/song-of-new-hope.html' title='Song of New Hope'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-6246020258188784967</id><published>2011-10-06T20:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If you forget me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2pnBx6EgI/To3kPyek4SI/AAAAAAAAAPU/D46EL6b7uVg/s1600/DSC_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2pnBx6EgI/To3kPyek4SI/AAAAAAAAAPU/D46EL6b7uVg/s320/DSC_2102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Forget Me&lt;br /&gt;by Pablo Neruda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look&lt;br /&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;br /&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch&lt;br /&gt;near the fire&lt;br /&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;br /&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats&lt;br /&gt;that sail&lt;br /&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now,&lt;br /&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you forget me&lt;br /&gt;do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners&lt;br /&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;br /&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember&lt;br /&gt;that on that day,&lt;br /&gt;at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;br /&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;br /&gt;to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;if each day,&lt;br /&gt;each hour,&lt;br /&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;br /&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower&lt;br /&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;br /&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;br /&gt;without leaving mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just came across it. It's a beautiful poetry and surely it'll find a proper place around here. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-6246020258188784967?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6246020258188784967/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-forget-me.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6246020258188784967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6246020258188784967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-forget-me.html' title='If you forget me'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6X2pnBx6EgI/To3kPyek4SI/AAAAAAAAAPU/D46EL6b7uVg/s72-c/DSC_2102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-8972006570846961937</id><published>2011-09-29T22:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with a broken heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dil4Efd3kgM/TocJkcmqbcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2xjgTSbmLGs/s1600/36045_123536144370426_106095279447846_156393_3663643_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dil4Efd3kgM/TocJkcmqbcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2xjgTSbmLGs/s320/36045_123536144370426_106095279447846_156393_3663643_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me careful, kids. I'm about to drop some knowledge. Your heart is broken? I've got the perfect recipe for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it takes time. The beginning is devastating. Yes, it's not that easy. But if you do it, in the end you'll be alright again and will be ready to continue your life normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read books&lt;/b&gt;. You might choose love stories, which will give you the hope you don't have. Or show you that there's more of life and you can find your personal happiness somewhere else. No matter what you choose that do help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen to rock music&lt;/b&gt;. Why rock? Easy one. Because is the best music and you can find everything you need there. Yes, in the beginning you'll be hurt by love songs and you won't stand them, but soon you'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad, just play some AC/DC and forget about the shitty world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends.&lt;/b&gt; Go out with your friends instead of staying at home and crying over your lost love. It won't be fun as it used to be, because you're hurt but someday you'll realize that it's fun again and you can be that person you have always been, without suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dates. &lt;/b&gt;Find some other boy/girl and have fun with him/her. Go dancing, go to movies, make out, have sex. Just create new emotions. What you need to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Party. &lt;/b&gt;Go to really good parties. Remember that you are too young to be sad and broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alcohol. &lt;/b&gt;If you feel like you really need to get drunk, so do it. Get drunk and go wild. I'm not saying you should drink everyday, but sometimes you need alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunsets.&lt;/b&gt; Enjoy the sunsets (or sunrise) and at that very moment you'll see there is a reason, good enough, to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lose hope, just listen to &lt;i&gt;Journey - Don't stop believing&lt;/i&gt; instead of being miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that we are greater than our suffering and soon or later, one day you'll wake up and see that something's changed.&lt;br /&gt;You soul is in peace.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget:&lt;b&gt; Change is going to come.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S: That was my way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-8972006570846961937?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8972006570846961937/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-to-do-with-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8972006570846961937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8972006570846961937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-to-do-with-broken-heart.html' title='What to do with a broken heart.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dil4Efd3kgM/TocJkcmqbcI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2xjgTSbmLGs/s72-c/36045_123536144370426_106095279447846_156393_3663643_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-8719990403995470775</id><published>2011-09-23T12:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.450+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels with Charley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4ZBbNKWf8/ToQYGOaonYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KzxYVc33ruo/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4ZBbNKWf8/ToQYGOaonYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KzxYVc33ruo/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace was on me, I was  assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years  described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle  age I was assured that greater age would calm my fever and now that I am  fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked…. In  other words, I don’t improve, in further words, once a bum always a bum.  I fear the disease is incurable.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Пътешествия с Чарли' е пътепис, в който са помстени три месеца път. Джон Стайнбек е бил човек, който е обичал родината си и е искал да я види такава каквато наистина е.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Книгата е пълна с негови разсъждения, в които откривам голяма прилика с моите, с разликата, че той се изразява много по-добре от мен.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But we are on the same page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-8719990403995470775?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8719990403995470775/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/travels-with-charley.html#comment-form' title='2 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8719990403995470775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8719990403995470775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/travels-with-charley.html' title='Travels with Charley'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv4ZBbNKWf8/ToQYGOaonYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/KzxYVc33ruo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-1571228555076332384</id><published>2011-09-20T10:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.389+03:00</updated><title type='text'>As simple as this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_f-I47KvGY/ToQYzOyo4jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lNnLWpQLT38/s1600/balloon-blue2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_f-I47KvGY/ToQYzOyo4jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lNnLWpQLT38/s320/balloon-blue2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 class="photo-title" id="title_div5476325541" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="photo-title" id="title_div5476325541" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"There are times in life when people must know when not to let go. Balloons are designed to teach small children this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="photo-title" id="title_div5476325541" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Terry Pratchet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-1571228555076332384?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1571228555076332384/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-simple-as-this.html#comment-form' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1571228555076332384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1571228555076332384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-simple-as-this.html' title='As simple as this.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_f-I47KvGY/ToQYzOyo4jI/AAAAAAAAAPM/lNnLWpQLT38/s72-c/balloon-blue2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-7749131574985517794</id><published>2011-09-19T20:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.432+03:00</updated><title type='text'>To say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Раздялата е част от живота и искаме или не, тя идва. Понякога късно през ноща, когато не си я очаквал, а друг път с първите лъчи без да ти позволи поне да разтъркаш сънените си очи. Ала, рано или късно тя ни навеставя.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Може би, единственото хубаво нещо в нея е начинът, по който ние сами я оформяме. Колкото и тъжна да бъде, можем да я улекотим и тя няма да се превърне в нещо ужасно за нас. Ще се разделим с тъжна усмивка и ще запазим добрите спомени. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;От друга страна тя може да бъде грозна и ужасна и да те накара да изгориш драгите спомени. Да е толкова болезна, че да предпочетеш да захвърлиш всичко, добро и лошо, само и само за да не те боли повече. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Съжалявам, че се разделихме така. Казвам го тук, защото вече не мога да ти го кажа. Съжалявам, че всичко завърши толкова грозно. Ако година по-рано някой ми беше казал, нямаше да му повярвам.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Нямаше да повярвам, че двамата сме способни на това. Нямаше да повярвам, че можем да се превърнем в нещо, в което сами си обещавахме, че няма да се случи.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Едва ли можеш да предположиш какво изпитвам; каквото и да си мислиш, че съм направила, едва ли ще е истината.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;За жалост или не, не аз те предадох. Колкото и да ти се иска аз да бях виновната, за да заспиваш спокойно вечер, не бях аз.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Не направих нищо, целящо да те нарани. А каквото направя от тук насетне, вече няма значение, защото и аз съм никоя за теб и дали съм мъртва или жива ти не си човекът, когото го вълнува.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Отново дръпна клечката и изгори моста, на който те чаках. Колкото и далече да ти се струваше, всъщност бях толкова близо. Чаках те от другата страна и останах докрая, докато и последната греда не падна, докато и последния пламък не загасна. Докато самото ми сърце не изгоря.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1044638805324263389-7749131574985517794?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7749131574985517794/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7749131574985517794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7749131574985517794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/to-say-goodbye.html' title='To say goodbye'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-929363419441674079</id><published>2011-09-16T15:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.468+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #181818;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” J. D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #eeeeee;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #eeeeee;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Толкова познато. Иска ми се да можех да разговарям с всеки автор на книга, която съм прочела и ми е харесала. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #eeeeee;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #eeeeee;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Да скоча още по-дълко в историята им, да открия повече.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-929363419441674079?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/929363419441674079/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-really-knocks-me-out-is-book-that.html#comment-form' title='1 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/929363419441674079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/929363419441674079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-really-knocks-me-out-is-book-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-6573291172518878899</id><published>2011-09-09T19:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.419+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ще последвам слънцето.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ще тръгна натам на където лъчите никога не изчезват. Ще се потопя в светлината им и ще забравя за теб.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ще продължа и без да се обръщам повече назад ще те превърна само в спомен. Ще те заключа някъде и няма да те търся повече.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Знам, че понякога ще почукваш и ще се опитваш да излезеш наяве, но ще те игнорирам и един ден няма да значиш нищо повече от всеки случайно минал покрай мен странник. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ще последвам слънцето. Точно това ще направя и ще забравя за теб. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[Вдъхновено от една песен.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-6573291172518878899?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6573291172518878899/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/follow-sun.html#comment-form' title='4 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6573291172518878899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6573291172518878899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/follow-sun.html' title='Follow the sun'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-7716063155731355273</id><published>2011-09-03T00:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'>А времето никого не чака.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Измина година откакто написах онзи първи пост. Едва ли има място за съмнение, че нещата са доста по-различни от това, което бяха.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Обещания са нарушени.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Думите са се превърнали във вятър.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Мечтите са останали само мечти.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Щастието се е превърнало в нещастие.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Любовта е просто болезнен спомен.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Но ще намеря нови мечти, ще намеря нова любов, ще спазя обещанията. Ще продължа напред и някой ден ще съм добре.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Всеки оздравява, само трябва да почака." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/1044638805324263389-7716063155731355273?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7716063155731355273/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7716063155731355273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7716063155731355273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='А времето никого не чака.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-50950554393101368</id><published>2011-08-26T01:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.408+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the light and move on.</title><content type='html'>May the bridges I burn light the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say. Nothing more, nothing less. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-50950554393101368?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/50950554393101368/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/save-light-and-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/50950554393101368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/50950554393101368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/save-light-and-move-on.html' title='Save the light and move on.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-5517426242900680983</id><published>2011-08-15T22:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and then</title><content type='html'>Какво беше, какво стана... Къде бях, къде отидох... Какво исках, какво получих... В крайна сметка, вярвам, че всяко нещо ще е за добро и някой ден ще се усмихвам както в онези дни. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-5517426242900680983?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/5517426242900680983/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-and-then.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/5517426242900680983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/5517426242900680983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/08/now-and-then.html' title='Now and then'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-3397298487567946321</id><published>2011-07-29T22:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.398+03:00</updated><title type='text'>People suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People suck, my friend. Every last one of them. Never forget that.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-3397298487567946321?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3397298487567946321/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-suck.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3397298487567946321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3397298487567946321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/people-suck.html' title='People suck.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-8381053075787976421</id><published>2011-07-26T22:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ако можех да пея, досега щях да имам цяла купчина с тъжни песни... но пък това не ми пречи тихичко да припявам на фона на някоя сърцераздирателна песен, нали?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-8381053075787976421?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/8381053075787976421/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_26.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8381053075787976421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/8381053075787976421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-45495780995298993</id><published>2011-07-19T00:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.406+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One more time, one more chance</title><content type='html'>If my wish were to come true, I would be at your side right away. There would be nothing I couldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;I would put everything on the risk and hold you tight, I'll show you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-45495780995298993?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/45495780995298993/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-more-time-one-more-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/45495780995298993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/45495780995298993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-more-time-one-more-chance.html' title='One more time, one more chance'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-1061612120879163782</id><published>2011-07-18T01:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-06T12:25:25.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Пясъчните мисли...</title><content type='html'>Прекалено е топло, за да успея да формулирам подходящо мислите си. Но въпреки това желая да ги изтръгна от съзнанието си.&lt;br /&gt;Когато са прекалено много, прекалено затормозяващи или пътуващи до бъдещето, а после отскачащи до миналото, трудно се справям с тях.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Лягам си и се опитвам да заспя, а в следващия момент се усещам, че лежа от час в леглото и мислите ми трескаво прехвърчат наоколо.&lt;br /&gt;Тихо е, но се чувствам като в стая с крещящи хора. А нещо по-шумно от собствените ти мисли не мисля, че има. Те винаги са там и винаги готови да ти кажат онова, което не искаш да чуеш.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-1061612120879163782?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1061612120879163782/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1061612120879163782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1061612120879163782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_18.html' title='Пясъчните мисли...'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-3957969054071187695</id><published>2011-07-15T19:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:12:00.266+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Дори бонбон с нуга не е пречка да изживееш съвършен миг."</title><content type='html'>Колко често преживяваме онези съвършени моменти, които не искаме да свършват? От време на време? Рядко? Почти никога? Никога?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Да, наистина не е лесно да ги срещнеш. Първо трябва да се запасиш с голяма доза спонтанност, а ако не спонтанност, то трябва да се измъкнеш от рутината си.&lt;br /&gt;После идват положителните емоции, които сам успяваш да скътаеш в хартийката от шоколадовия бонбон и да си ги запазиш за после.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Докато в един момент, така не ти натежи в джоба, че трябва да я извадиш и разтвориш и воала... Съвършенният миг.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Хубавото е, че колкото по-малко планираш, толкова по-вероятно е да го изживееш.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;За какво бръщолевя тези неща? Защото наскоро изживях един страхотен съвършен миг. Миг в който си казваш "Боже, искам да продължи вечно..." и осъзнаваш, че си изпълнил душата си.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-3957969054071187695?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/3957969054071187695/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3957969054071187695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/3957969054071187695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='&quot;Дори бонбон с нуга не е пречка да изживееш съвършен миг.&quot;'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-4576805335055444068</id><published>2011-06-27T14:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:32:14.961+03:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'll be there forever and a day - Always.</title><content type='html'>Singing Always (Bon Jovi) while you are standing on the beach, holding a bottle of beer, hugging your friends and listening to the sea... that's awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-4576805335055444068?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/4576805335055444068/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-ill-be-there-forever-and-day-always.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/4576805335055444068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/4576805335055444068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-ill-be-there-forever-and-day-always.html' title='And I&apos;ll be there forever and a day - Always.'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-7616117122280765829</id><published>2011-06-27T14:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:26:10.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer of '11</title><content type='html'>I felt alive. Truly, I did. The last 5 days were more than amazing and awesome. It was exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;Thus I want to share one saying by one of my awesome friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life gives you lemons…&lt;br /&gt;… you drink G&amp;amp;T, or Piña Colada, or Margarita, or Tequiiiilllaaaa Suriseeeeasdsdfdsfsgfddfg…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-7616117122280765829?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7616117122280765829/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-of-11.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7616117122280765829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7616117122280765829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-of-11.html' title='The Summer of &apos;11'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-7327450926566609443</id><published>2011-06-16T11:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T11:23:11.812+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer begins and I wish to all of you who read this blog or not, one different summer.&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do things you've never done before and be creative!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take picture of everything that you think deserves it and have fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Stay naturalistic and say no to plastic photosurgary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say 'Yes' more than 'No'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And don't forget to stay true to yourself, because &lt;i&gt;you are born this way. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-7327450926566609443?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7327450926566609443/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-begins-and-i-wish-to-all-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7327450926566609443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7327450926566609443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-begins-and-i-wish-to-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-2146964182606715704</id><published>2011-06-13T15:07:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T15:12:47.486+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Вятърът отвява мислите ми като калинки</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font: small 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Аз те попитах за какво мислиш, а ти ми каза:&lt;br /&gt;-Не зная. Вятърът отвява мислите ми като калинки.&lt;br /&gt;Тогава аз вдигнах ръка, хванах една мисъл и я затворих в шепата си&lt;br /&gt;като в кибритена кутийка. Долепих ухо и чух гласа на затворената калинка:&lt;br /&gt;-"Не искам да си отиваш!"&lt;br /&gt;Усмихни се.&lt;br /&gt;Какво, че ще си отида?&lt;br /&gt;На далечен път заминават и жеравите, но ще се върнат.&lt;br /&gt;Зад червените къщи изчезва Слънцето, но ще се върне.&lt;br /&gt;И влаковете се завръщат, нали?&lt;br /&gt;И хората.&lt;br /&gt;Какво са разстоянията метър и километри?&lt;br /&gt;Има очи, които виждат през високите планини.&lt;br /&gt;Има мисли, които летят над безкрайните равнини.&lt;br /&gt;Има хора, които никога не се разделят.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font: small 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: separate; font: small 'Times New Roman'; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Усмихни се.&lt;br /&gt;Има хора, които никога не се разделят.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Недялко Йорданов&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А, ние... ще бъдем ли от тези хора? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-2146964182606715704?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2146964182606715704/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/2146964182606715704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/2146964182606715704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post_13.html' title='Вятърът отвява мислите ми като калинки'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-6241987375767505629</id><published>2011-06-12T14:54:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:17:59.931+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater than our suffering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AXIYojn8Do/TfSoElDlTKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3n4Rb9pQUJw/s1600/249597_217693211593917_194652853897953_752222_5480796_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AXIYojn8Do/TfSoElDlTKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3n4Rb9pQUJw/s320/249597_217693211593917_194652853897953_752222_5480796_n.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are greater than we admit. But we can kill this Greatness with the choices we make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-6241987375767505629?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/6241987375767505629/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-greater-than-we-admit.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6241987375767505629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/6241987375767505629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-greater-than-we-admit.html' title='Greater than our suffering..'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AXIYojn8Do/TfSoElDlTKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3n4Rb9pQUJw/s72-c/249597_217693211593917_194652853897953_752222_5480796_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-2622321248664513213</id><published>2011-06-11T00:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T00:03:45.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ами... 21. Дам. Изминаха 21 години откакто се появих. Не че е толкова много, но хей! Достигнах и второто си пълнолетие според американските стандарти. Хип, хип, ура!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-2622321248664513213?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/2622321248664513213/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/2622321248664513213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/2622321248664513213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-1290843817878394236</id><published>2011-05-19T22:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:39:14.695+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The shadow line</title><content type='html'>This thought just came to my mind. I feel older and I'm not talking about my body. For a moment I turned back time and thought of my 19-year-old Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was she... what did she dream of... what did she hoped for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing it with my 20-almost-21-year-old self I see there is a slightly different light in my eyes. This reminded me of that book - The shadow line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was far cry from 'unputdownable'. The words are beautiful, in a perfect harmony with each other, but the story was troubling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to force myself in order to finish it. Nonetheless it was hard to read, there is something in this book, this feeling that the main character experienced. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what it is. Probably, I should read it again someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-1290843817878394236?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/1290843817878394236/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/shadow-line.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1290843817878394236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/1290843817878394236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/shadow-line.html' title='The shadow line'/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044638805324263389.post-7997935093103364009</id><published>2011-05-17T00:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T00:21:59.548+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUr8fCA_Rnw/TdGUolkB94I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wyn1eCmC5ng/s1600/There_is_always_Hope_Wallpaper_3h8p5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUr8fCA_Rnw/TdGUolkB94I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wyn1eCmC5ng/s320/There_is_always_Hope_Wallpaper_3h8p5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044638805324263389-7997935093103364009?l=mybluebluebook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/feeds/7997935093103364009/comments/default' title='Коментари за публикацията'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 коментара'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7997935093103364009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1044638805324263389/posts/default/7997935093103364009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybluebluebook.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nymeria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04911782242099758971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RS0UJWjAnpk/TvsAP7CaGVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7rElsdsF0Pc/s220/thumbbig-121457.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AUr8fCA_Rnw/TdGUolkB94I/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wyn1eCmC5ng/s72-c/There_is_always_Hope_Wallpaper_3h8p5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
