tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-376123932024-03-14T05:15:17.491+01:00COMING SOONTHIS BLOG IS PART OF HISTORY ....Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.comBlogger323125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-74488200088535496872009-11-21T21:19:00.002+01:002009-11-21T21:21:40.148+01:00FIM..<br /><br /><br />NOTE: TODAY FOR TIME ZONE IN HONG KONG IS ALREADY THE 22.11.2009Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-76978468531636908932009-11-21T20:35:00.005+01:002009-11-21T20:50:13.931+01:00THE LAST DAY OF THIS BLOG - tranformation 22.11.2007<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOkwdtub-K74vau7g-KNDw574hv8AJCPHJG1HX4P-_O86bko58MMb83_Z7vRjCwwsLpFRuds6_FkLqAERVYyQrRbnhELLT73FG2bsdM7jKw1hZT2iMSNzTWY6ywSWtUxUevYxfA/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOkwdtub-K74vau7g-KNDw574hv8AJCPHJG1HX4P-_O86bko58MMb83_Z7vRjCwwsLpFRuds6_FkLqAERVYyQrRbnhELLT73FG2bsdM7jKw1hZT2iMSNzTWY6ywSWtUxUevYxfA/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406644702340239122" /></a><br />I am in Hong Kong now, came for business, a lot of it, but for a closure. Actually it is super amazing... I am back in Hong Kong loving the experience so it is time to close this blog for good! give it a rest, a breathe, Because it is time for new Era. To live the Future, keep in the Present but remember with love the past... So I leave you with my post from 22.11.2007 exactly here In Hong Kong ... Hollywood Road, Seung Wan, full of love!<br />Leave you with a Picture of a window of a friend of mine that was a key on this day, two years ago! Thank you Michael for everything, for listening, for your courage among the childish simplicity of cowards that cannot talk, or without courage to communicate...there are a lot, but there are others that reinvent themselves for better and will never make the same mistakes! I admire you for that, to be honest to yourself and to fight for your life, Thank you for your openness, thanks for your support when I was vomiting "mushrooms soup 2 years ago" grhughthhhh!! Thank you to be there that day. For your friendship.<br /><br />GoodBye Readers...... now time to rest, recover... with heart of Joy... to a new path<br /><br /><br />TRANFORMATION 22.11.2007<br /><br />Back in Hong Kong.Its a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediatly filling up the space with other experiences, other «stuff». Mindfulness is the ground and refraining is the path. Not grabbing for entertainment the minute we feel a slight edge of boredom coming on. Its the practice of not immediately filling up space just because thereºs a gap. I use to fill gaps. Not anymore. I just live with my work, my thoughts, my smiles, my fun, my empty spaces and silence...my missing people. Move on is not criticize ourselves for whatever we were doing or did, but just to see what we did, realize that and move on. Somethime there is not a why. It was a state of life. We are lucky to realize it. Its a Good thing. We cannot change the past, the things we didnt like to do, the things we didnt like about ourselves, and the good things about ourselves they were there too. The present is a brand new opportunity to start again, to rebuild life and work towards construction not destruction. Start everyday from zero. From a brand new day. The past is gone...let it go. The future is not here yet. This is our day our moment. THERE IS NOT ANOTHER MOMENT. Sometimes we give to much credit to the tomorrow, we think that we are going to be here to say I love you, or to show how much we care about something. But we do not know in fact, people just disappear everyday, die or are not there anymore. <br /><br />If we immediatly entering ourselves by talking, by acting, by thinking ... we will never be able to relax, we will always be speeding through our lives. We will always be stuck because our grandfather was mean, the mother was not there, the girlfriend was sick ... it is a bunch of attachments we cary like an email... we just have to get rid of it to live, relax and love. And realizing that maybe today is the last day to say to someone I LOVE YOU. We may not be here tomorrow.Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-33185807453339725832009-10-20T18:00:00.000+02:002009-10-20T18:01:06.787+02:00Offered by JeffThe world is a beautiful place to be born into <br />If you don't mind happiness not always being so much fun<br />If you don't mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine<br />Because even in heaven they don't sing all the time.<br /><br />The world is a beautiful place to be born into<br />If you don't mind some people dying all the time<br />Or maybe only starving some of the time<br />Which isn't half so bad if it isn't you.<br /><br />Oh, the world is a beautiful place to be born into<br />If you don't mind a few dead minds in the higher places<br />Or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces<br />Or other such improprieties as our Name Brand society is prey to<br />With its men of distinction and its men of extinction...<br />And its various segregations and congressional investigations <br />And other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to.<br /><br />Yes, the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things, as<br />Making the fun scene, and making the love scene and making the sad scene<br />And singing low songs and having inspirations<br />And walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues<br />And kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing<br />And going swimming in rivers on picnics in the middle of the summer<br />And just generally 'living it up'<br /><br />Yes, but then right in the middle of it<br />Comes the smiling mortician.<br /><br />Lawrence FerlinghettiInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-53799338877427326142009-10-01T01:25:00.006+02:002009-10-01T01:31:55.646+02:00when we are told something Extraordinary never forget that in front of us is the mirror of those Extraordinary wordsInes, <br /><br />Just saw you on facebook, but I wanted to write you a more private message. I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed meeting you.<br />You are one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Your passion and energy is intoxicating, your smile touched me deep inside and awakened in me feelings I have not experienced in a very long time. I will always treasure the short time we had together and believe that I am forever changed by the experience. Its a little weird to tell someone you just met this type of thing but knowing that our chances of ever seeing each other again are slim, allows me to be completely honest without worrying that I will scare you or make you “run away” :)<br /><br />I hope that as time passes you will think of me from time to time and always remember that you are special. We all doubt ourselves from time to time, so my hope is that you will have renewed confidence in how you effect others and your ability to inspire love. I assume your boyfriend knows this and reminds you of this, but sometimes it takes a person from the outside to truly make us believe. <br /><br />I hope that fate is kind and one day we will be able to sit face to face and continue our friendship. If that never happens, remember always that I will never forget you and had a wonderful time meeting you you are an amazing speaker and teacher.<br /><br />Your friend alwaysInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-46890882856313991412009-09-26T01:35:00.001+02:002009-09-26T01:36:19.932+02:00www.Eventologytt.comYes yes yes!! Giving a huge conference in trinidad tobago!<br />Check it upInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-34446737144902852682009-09-26T01:35:00.000+02:002009-09-26T01:36:05.145+02:00www.Eventoloytt.comYes yes yes!! Giving a huge conference in trinidad tobago!<br />Check it upInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-45777909501010012402009-09-05T17:27:00.001+02:002009-09-05T17:31:22.723+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEN4EV2OjDO_lyp0xTVX3OHX21EDw3QIRuVvIgU_f7taY2k7APOi2EJ6f5pWwS_UjZdv8EUwQtgoV-9WWiQrhM7MV2JJlroSk3-c4VVZ5BMryG1DC5s3lIes9yLEs2W5nljovIg/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEN4EV2OjDO_lyp0xTVX3OHX21EDw3QIRuVvIgU_f7taY2k7APOi2EJ6f5pWwS_UjZdv8EUwQtgoV-9WWiQrhM7MV2JJlroSk3-c4VVZ5BMryG1DC5s3lIes9yLEs2W5nljovIg/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378005512096652290" /></a>Sonnet 6 <br />by Rainer Maria Rilke <br />Translated by Edward Snow<br /><br />Is he native to this realm? No,<br />his wide nature grew out of both worlds.<br />They more adeptly bend the willow's branches<br />who have experience of the willow's roots.<br /><br />When you go to bed, don't leave bread or milk<br />on the table: it attracts the dead--<br />But may he, this quiet conjurer, may he<br />beneath the mildness of the eyelid<br /><br />mix their bright traces into every seen thing;<br />and may the magic of earthsmoke and rue<br />be as real for him as the clearest connection.<br /><br />Nothing can mar for him the authentic image;<br />whether he wanders through houses or graves,<br />let him praise signet ring, gold necklace, jar.Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-88729753756216785132009-07-16T01:00:00.000+02:002009-07-16T01:01:07.265+02:00PABLO NERUDAPARA TI...<br /><br /><br />QUEDA PROHIBIDO !<br /><br />Queda prohibido llorar sin aprender,<br /><br />levantarte un día sin saber que hacer,<br /><br />tener miedo a tus recuerdos.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no sonreír a los problemas,<br /><br />no luchar por lo que quieres,<br /><br />abandonarlo todo por miedo,<br /><br />no convertir en realidad tus sueños.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no demostrar tu amor,<br /><br />hacer que alguien pague tus deudas y el mal humor.<br /><br />Queda prohibido dejar a tus amigos,<br /><br />no intentar comprender lo que vivieron juntos,<br /><br />llamarles solo cuando los necesitas.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no ser tú ante la gente,<br /><br />fingir ante las personas que no te importan,<br /><br />hacerte el gracioso con tal de que te recuerden,<br /><br />olvidar a toda la gente que te quiere.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no hacer las cosas por ti mismo,<br /><br />tener miedo a la vida y a sus compromisos,<br /><br />no vivir cada día como si fuera un ultimo suspiro.<br /><br />Queda prohibido echar a alguien de menos sin<br /><br />alegrarte, olvidar sus ojos, su risa,<br /><br />todo porque sus caminos han dejado de abrazarse,<br /><br />olvidar su pasado y pagarlo con su presente.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no intentar comprender a las personas,<br /><br />pensar que sus vidas valen mas que la tuya,<br /><br />no saber que cada uno tiene su camino y su dicha.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no crear tu historia,<br /><br />no tener un momento para la gente que te necesita,<br /><br />no comprender que lo que la vida te da, también te lo quita.<br /><br />Queda prohibido no buscar tu felicidad,<br /><br />no vivir tu vida con una actitud positiva,<br /><br />no pensar en que podemos ser mejores,<br /><br />no sentir que sin ti este mundo no sería igual.Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-18078144570304743472009-07-15T02:00:00.001+02:002009-07-15T02:01:18.125+02:00MAD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVe579p_p8xA9aYEFI9cq2r3eYZGUD4A6BLzUMVuXz5agd3y70W7mRIECHMQaajiUfcLd0qR859hrU1sKiaBNfJYher9hPqncMtweBtx_1QVxkoXPCtIsI_Ai30K25cmA18wzO0g/s1600-h/mad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVe579p_p8xA9aYEFI9cq2r3eYZGUD4A6BLzUMVuXz5agd3y70W7mRIECHMQaajiUfcLd0qR859hrU1sKiaBNfJYher9hPqncMtweBtx_1QVxkoXPCtIsI_Ai30K25cmA18wzO0g/s400/mad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358470218025789938" /></a><br />Yauheni AttsetskiInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-31516452887826069652009-07-15T01:53:00.001+02:002009-07-15T01:55:38.778+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkefM_4pcAJ0-Lcyenu94b6WX76xIMsUzrFXaH3DPkgVX-PDsPROMhyu337P_2bGv7Zn2UUnw5PeSnUsN7dny-dCzHA_e_mPazXtVjUOGoUggwBr8uEYqGpw0Fm-L3uGHgpUiScg/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkefM_4pcAJ0-Lcyenu94b6WX76xIMsUzrFXaH3DPkgVX-PDsPROMhyu337P_2bGv7Zn2UUnw5PeSnUsN7dny-dCzHA_e_mPazXtVjUOGoUggwBr8uEYqGpw0Fm-L3uGHgpUiScg/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358468721963031282" /></a><br />Wise people chose often not to go into the imagination of the final truth...imagination comes from the spectrum of expectations... can we have another expectation so powefull nurtured down to the drill? Sometimes we think that we dont... so ,some Wise people risk and some wise people protect theirselves. It is a matter of personality, life moments and hope measured by the number of failed expectations. We will be wise if we follow the feeling.The rest is for history! IBR<br />Check<br /><br />http://davidwillows.squarespace.com/journal/2009/7/6/a-misty-morning-does-not-mean-it-will-be-a-cloudy-day.htmlInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-63990360000072144522009-07-15T01:33:00.002+02:002009-07-15T01:37:23.656+02:00BluI past this evening looking to the real estate market. it was a frenetic impulse of searching for a house that I am not going to buy, and I will not for sure find around the web pages of the net. It gived me some confort looking around, looking the market just because...<br />just because the confort of our dreams is bigger than the reality we try to escape for a while, As human beings we escape sometimes consciently. Why not? tomorrow we will have time to face realities but today we can surf in a wave of hope looking for something thats is no longer there. Like a full stop.Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-44882250917837390082009-07-13T21:27:00.002+02:002009-07-13T21:32:39.920+02:00Its OVERITS OVER ... THIS DAY HAD TO COME SOONER OR LATER THE CLOSURE OF THE LAST DOOR. THE MAIN DOOR IS CLOSED. THE RAIN CAME AND CLEANED ME ALL...FOR A LAST TIME, THE STRONG RAIN ARRIVED AND CLEARED THE WAY NOT WITH WORDS BUT WITH SILENCE.... SO LISTEN...<br /><br />DAVE MATTHEWS BAND AND YOU WILL UNDERSTAND FROM LONG LONG TIME AGO EXACTLY HERE AT THIS SAME ADRESS MY BLOG<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqEOvEoCV3w<br /><br />Youve got your ball<br />Youve got your chain<br />Tied to me tight tie me up again<br />Whos got their claws<br />In you my friend<br />Into your heart Ill beat again<br />Sweet like candy to my soul<br />Sweet you rock<br />And sweet you roll<br />Lost for you Im so lost for you<br />You come crash into me<br />And I come into you<br />I come into you<br />In a boys dream<br />In a boys dream<br />Touch your lips just so I know<br />In your eyes, love, it glows so<br />Im bare boned and crazy for you<br />When you come crash<br />Into me, baby<br />And I come into you<br />In a boys dream<br />In a boys dream<br />If Ive gone overboard<br />Then Im begging you<br />To forgive me<br />In my haste<br />When Im holding you so girl<br />Close to me<br />Oh and you come crash<br />Into me, baby<br />And I come into you<br />Hike up your skirt a little more<br />And show the world to me<br />Hike up your skirt a little more<br />And show your world to me<br />In a boys dream.. in a boys dream<br />Oh I watch you there<br />Through the window<br />And I stare at you<br />You wear nothing but you<br />Wear it so well<br />Tied up and twisted<br />The way Id like to be<br />For you, for me, come crash<br />Into meInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-9603177712380761322009-07-05T23:43:00.000+02:002009-07-05T23:44:30.759+02:00Have a good weekLife must be understood backwards; but... it must be lived forward. <br />Soren KierkegaardInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-57156170632555912172009-07-04T19:17:00.002+02:002009-07-04T19:17:56.801+02:00TRUE?There is one thing I really believe... true love, and this one is proven by time, nothing more!<br />Ines Blu RodriguesInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-69003321242933254632009-07-04T19:15:00.000+02:002009-07-04T19:17:00.943+02:00BLUAh me! love can not be cured by herbs. ~OvidInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-24879289169510982722009-07-04T19:11:00.002+02:002009-07-04T19:15:10.211+02:00Are you cross-cultural awakened?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1YegKZ5z1vXZOt9jjX0Y96eRKnRNQVlxABpZTMBxrSRjcUdMozVMR-lIzeJBtBI2ZyNGjodE4vwpUMvnOMj9bCDp5pHsPJHSruCEi5EcZWxrQ-y0mAeuNx0z6KFXBqam9Wo3eA/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1YegKZ5z1vXZOt9jjX0Y96eRKnRNQVlxABpZTMBxrSRjcUdMozVMR-lIzeJBtBI2ZyNGjodE4vwpUMvnOMj9bCDp5pHsPJHSruCEi5EcZWxrQ-y0mAeuNx0z6KFXBqam9Wo3eA/s400/Photo+9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354654710572439234" /></a><br />Well communicate at the global professional ground is the key to success and the future venture skill<br />We live in a global world where social and professional boundaries are often questioned. The current business and social environment is multicultural, multigenerational and multilingual. This context took us to a new model of the way we communicate around the world.<br />We are in Brussels, the center of Europe, the common position of international Relations in Europe where the foundations of etiquette and protocol must be integrated in our daily lives once this rebalances social, international and business relations, creating improvement and confidence at any position.<br />Why study protocol, etiquette, and events organization and cross cultural communication?<br />Probably the biggest question on your mind is "Why would I want to study protocol, etiquette and cross cultural communication and events organization? For what?<br />Manners are prerequisite to good management. The Savoir Vivre goes before organization, communication and leadership. Knowing who is in front of us, the culture base, the attitudes and background give us the possibility to present ourselves with confidence and influence. This process awards us a self-awareness of who we are and where we stand for. <br />Business Etiquette and Cross Cultural Protocol is the blistering topic inside of an organization today. Job market looks increasingly for men and women who know what to do in spite of the situation. Knowledge of protocol and Etiquette or how to act and react is a talent that can be learned. A skill with big value once it gives the power to go further in ambition and professional performance.<br />Brussels is not only the capital of Europe but also the city of languages. Nowadays learning languages it is not enough, we have to learn the culture of differences, the skills and how to fit in.<br />Success in international markets is more than being the greatest at home. Cross-cultural communication is a central instrument for today’s official, manager or professional ready for worldwide opportunities. Learning how to do business in Hong Kong, New York, Brussels, Angola or Argentina will sculpt a ready for action executive. To know how to eat at the table of the 195 countries around the globe is so important as to say good morning in all of those languages. We mirror our organization, our nation, our culture, and our fundamental values so each professional has the responsibility to adapt to a context maintaining its identity and culture.<br />Learning business etiquette, cross cultural negotiations, global events organization, “savoir faire” or table manners will endow you with fundamental strategies and approach to the world elastic professionals claim.<br /><br /><br />Published by me at http://www.whitefieldconsulting.com/wordpressInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-74525145039302711352009-06-28T15:31:00.000+02:002009-06-28T15:33:17.074+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b1iWHnWHVvkmj5c9ill4ErJA5e6bquJAqFNqPo64qEFjHfdQ2-87GnUXIu-ueOZMWvqa-RLK6LwAfBJylJehGQ8j5jD1ZGtw2Pj3gcjtp0wW5SLpZDMj5IgxcgEInbhwnuoqbQ/s1600-h/04_03_1---Stock-Market-Prices_web.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0b1iWHnWHVvkmj5c9ill4ErJA5e6bquJAqFNqPo64qEFjHfdQ2-87GnUXIu-ueOZMWvqa-RLK6LwAfBJylJehGQ8j5jD1ZGtw2Pj3gcjtp0wW5SLpZDMj5IgxcgEInbhwnuoqbQ/s400/04_03_1---Stock-Market-Prices_web.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352371010845581378" /></a>Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-86009719750390386812009-06-28T15:28:00.002+02:002009-06-28T15:31:36.221+02:00BLU"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars."<br /><br />Les BrownInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-36316113576636946392009-06-26T21:28:00.000+02:002009-06-26T21:29:42.721+02:00BLUAll life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better. <br /><br />EmersonInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-45525261509984198922009-06-26T21:18:00.002+02:002009-06-26T21:28:00.626+02:00SILVIO BERLUSCONI HuHU!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SqelscFYswiBlklxCkzrqSMYkC0aktv3GYO9w8S8-67x3XtpLTS3RKlo8nXxatKg8e7aXii2So8qzQ2IUOy26a6qXyANP7bRSDEZCdR7AQdviZaWuREjIbgIKK8GxMQ20Ds9mQ/s1600-h/_45845876_berlusconi_afp226i.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SqelscFYswiBlklxCkzrqSMYkC0aktv3GYO9w8S8-67x3XtpLTS3RKlo8nXxatKg8e7aXii2So8qzQ2IUOy26a6qXyANP7bRSDEZCdR7AQdviZaWuREjIbgIKK8GxMQ20Ds9mQ/s400/_45845876_berlusconi_afp226i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351720111948180770" /></a><br />From the BBC the Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi has denied allegations he paid prostitutes who attended parties at his official residencies.<br />In fact he is a gentleman.... he said he will never loose the pleasure of the conquest<br /><br />"I never understood where the satisfaction is when you're missing the pleasure of conquest" Silvio Berlusconi<br /><br />Well, That are for sure cool parties, the ones, that rule Italy... what else? maybe a George Clooney for the next roundInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-78897630636792610052009-06-25T19:26:00.001+02:002009-06-25T19:30:40.551+02:00BLU"The more things change, the more they remain... insane"<br /><br />Michael Fry and T. LewisInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-49730309717962108132009-06-25T18:59:00.002+02:002009-06-25T19:16:14.002+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfJ5yaqqBZ-9ip2GC2q-GykJM-MeXdiL0OOhvyJgHtXKxCPQc1PE7kt7szzNP3IQRRw2RC0mYvr5-kOqHdYOZXOHOqztYjaP3orStoi2FXqgXtIKr8aszQGnhSb2YoAGAXQKrsw/s1600-h/almondbiscotti.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTfJ5yaqqBZ-9ip2GC2q-GykJM-MeXdiL0OOhvyJgHtXKxCPQc1PE7kt7szzNP3IQRRw2RC0mYvr5-kOqHdYOZXOHOqztYjaP3orStoi2FXqgXtIKr8aszQGnhSb2YoAGAXQKrsw/s400/almondbiscotti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351315083222308114" /></a><br />Às vezes detesto ter razão, e uma dessas vezes é quando notamos que somos muitas vezes substitutos de carências de outros. Tanto nas amizades, como no amor ou na família. Às vezes as pessoas que nos amam ou gostam de nós não gostam mesmo de nós, mas sim de uma ideia de um qualquer relacionamento, de uma estabilidade ou de uma loucura. De uma construção qualquer, de alguma engenharia, e muitas das coisas que se dizem se perdem no tempo porque afinal tudo não passava da necessidade de alimentar uma ideia que não passava pelo ser humano que somos mas sim pela ideia. Desiste-se, encosta-se às boxes e pronto. Utilizam-se palavras atiradas ao vento até haver qualquer outro substituto dessa necessidade. Muitas vezes não passamos de um pacote de cajus porque não se pode ter amêndoas. Ou a ideia de que se gosta de cajus mas que afinal depois de grandes expressões desse gosto do caju se é facilmente substituído por amêndoas, porque afinal o facto era ter um aperitivo qualquer e não fruto seco especifico, porque se escolheu esse e não outro, e é por esse que se luta até ao fim, é esse que se quer. É caju e não amêndoa.Ines Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-55853549260400983812009-06-23T04:44:00.003+02:002009-06-23T04:48:24.102+02:00WHERE ARE YOU?Are you back? he asked<br />We are never back... I thought we were back sometimes... but no, I answer<br />We solve the issues we close the doors and then we are clean<br />I am back to my photography, back to my music, back to my dreams, back to the sea, back to my books, but I am not back at all. I just arrived. I cleaned my sorrows, closed my doors and moved on.<br />MISSED YOUInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-23482305823396841612008-12-20T14:04:00.001+01:002008-12-20T14:06:40.642+01:00BLUIf we could not forget, we would never be free from grief.<br />Bahya Ibn PaqudaInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37612393.post-40785548182788021052008-12-20T14:03:00.003+01:002008-12-20T18:48:51.837+01:00PERSPECTIVE and just one year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xyibLSN26MwvVkiVcN9hMuyHa2HJL2eHIHfTHZ7P-Wc9gmKJ7wLBfos8KrVlwhgKZrFMuxSuPifd-Uc5MUpsmFHUWGAsWtFItcAirirgWufygMHQKALiMZkmUSvFV71s51LW5w/s1600-h/DSC_0382.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xyibLSN26MwvVkiVcN9hMuyHa2HJL2eHIHfTHZ7P-Wc9gmKJ7wLBfos8KrVlwhgKZrFMuxSuPifd-Uc5MUpsmFHUWGAsWtFItcAirirgWufygMHQKALiMZkmUSvFV71s51LW5w/s400/DSC_0382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281857398201216898" /></a><br /><br />Perspective it is just a simple thing that change angles and then change senses. Ines Blu Rodrigues in “Life”<br /><br />What can I ever say today? <br />Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday for your 32 years old and goodbye! It is a goodbye to this old perspective that blocked me to write, that blocked me from stopping to think … the 6th December I didn’t celebrate… I did not thought about my adventure trip of 2007 and then ... when I put myself into that plane… One year is enough. The perspective is changing. It’s like Joana’s “new construction”, one side it seems just one building and then we turn the house around and “voila” there is two buildings! Water has passed and I do not see it as before, it is not a question of being a coward it just a question of being human… What fits it fits what doesn’t fits will just never fits!<br /><br />Why I do not celebrate? <br /><br />Why I don’t think about “I put myself in Plane”? Why I wrote what I wrote one year ago and I just walked through without one minute reflexion of that 4 days…I did millions of strategies, I wrote 3 books, I watched coincidences, I dreamed with the opened eyes, I believed in something external to me, because I didn’t like what my heart was crying: the failure, I have this the ability to work, to sell houses, to buy another one! rebuilding, redrawing, but the page it is still not white, I am drawing over… I think I will move on, but where? To something greater than an ideal? To a trip, a long one? The trip of escaping again the reflexion, to escaping the cold of the icecube I decided to put inside of the freezer one year ago, because it is too hard to drink that cold water, because it hurts? Because I didn’t cry enough or to much inside of my lungs? And a women like me do not cry… I move on, yes I move on, but moving with a prisoner iron ball around the left foot it is not freedom <br />Bookfairs, books, projects, 20 meeting per day, sports, fitness, good food,more more more I can manage I can manage I can manage I can manage…. Uau! I think I wrote before that the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over again and expect things to change! I should sing more, again, to be drunk of the pleasure of being in love for one music, for the words of a song that make me UAUUUUUUUUU, the ones I follow…. The one<br />Happy Birthday, I love you, I really do. Now its time to stop rewinding to press stop! And review that trip that “voyage” that changed my life! <br />The 9th December I received two books, one about a love story with a bad ending another one about a man that left everything to go travel around Asia… The meaning of that two books was that I lived I beautiful love story…without the ending “and lived happily ever after”, and the trip that I did physically and interiorly … without those two stories I was not the person I am today… but it has a beginning a middle and an end! It is time to close the books, to create the ability to go there and watch it and read it again but with the distance we give to the book, a pick up and put down on a shelve… it is there, it is part of us, but is there…to tell <br />Its like the picture in the MAM in S.Paulo…pencils make a new perspective NEW LIFEEEEEEEInes Blu Rodrigueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04367814436041533445noreply@blogger.com4