tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4233999747088163982024-03-08T05:37:09.989-08:00Spain vs. Japan -NeWorld-Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-81381203282118766622016-03-01T12:36:00.000-08:002016-03-02T12:26:20.862-08:00Watashi wa koko ni iru- Estoy aquí, John Smith<span style="color: magenta;">Watashi wa koko ni iru. Soy Haruhi, te estoy buscando, John Smith.</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;">Sólo quería que lo supieras, por si por casualidad llegaras a leer esto.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;">Watashi wa koko ni iru. I`m Haruhi, I'm looking for you, John Smith. I wanted you to know it, just in case you read this by chance.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Hace muchos años, vi un chico sentado en una silla, en mi cuarto. Yo era casi una niña, estaba en mi cama, escribiendo. ¿Te acuerdas? Watashi wa koko ni iru.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;">Many years ago, I saw a boy sitting on a chair, in my bedroom. I was almost a little girl, I was writting, sitting on my bed. Do you remember? Watashi wa koko ni iru.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Otra vez, nos encontramos en un sueño. Yo fui a avisar a tu padre de un peligro. Tú eras el hijo del dueño de la casa. El patio estaba resplandeciente, todo era una fiesta, con muchas mesas donde alegres comensales brindaban. Recuerdo el patio con columnas blancas, y las lámparas, las luces. Pero sobre todo, me acuerdo de ti. Creo que fue mutuo. No hicimos más que vernos y sentirnos envueltos de algo muy fuerte. En aquel momento, fue como si nos reconociéramos. Fue un flechazo. ¿Te acuerdas? Watashi wa koko ni iru.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;">Another time, we met in a dream. I went to warn your father of some risk. You were the owner's son in the house. The court was glowing with a party. But I remember, over all, you. I think it was a mutual feeling. We just saw each other and felt surrounded by something really true. At that moment, it was like if we had recognized our soul mate. We fell in love instantaneously. Do you remember? Watashi wa koko ni iru.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">No sé si me estás buscando. Me gustaría encontrarte. Estoy aquí. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;">I don't know if you are looking for me. I'd like to findo you. I'm here.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-89650227888420635192013-10-20T03:28:00.000-07:002013-11-03T06:55:54.113-08:00Gibraltar- All Hallows Eve is coming!- Otra vez Todos los Santos<span style="color: cyan;">It seems that I only write in this season of the year. In fact, I'm only writing to not let die this blog. Sorry, I haven't fullfilled the promises I made. But I'm still here, thinking of something -the problem is I still don't know exactly what.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">So, let's talk about trivia! First of all, fashion. You know, 80's and 90's are in. At first I didn't like this trend, because I found some 80's and 90's trends really horrible. I thought that they were un-glamourous. But mannish, sporty, or minimal clothes also have charm. And I've made my own outfit with the things I had in my wardrobe.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">A couple of months ago, I went to Gibraltar. Gibraltar is placed in the South coast of Spain, but it's part of United Kingdom. I was so happy to go there because I've never travelled to England and it was fun to see the things I've always seen on TV just in front of my very eyes: the policemen wearing their black helmet, the red post-boxes and phone cabs... Really, I enjoyed the trip. Besides I bought yummy biscuits filled with fruit in a supermarket called "Morrison's" and also I tried Cherry Coke, which I liked.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">This is the "Peñón de Gibraltar", and this is the view you have when you arrive to Gibraltar. The day was cloudy and kind of rainy, so it was perfect to get in the Brittish mood, ha ha. Did you know? Gibraltar it's so small that when you pass the border you have to go through the airport runway because there wasn't space to build it somewhere else. Of course, you can go through that road when there aren't any planes landing or taking off... It's true, the first time I heard of it I thought it was a joke, but it's true.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">And here is the mailbox I got so excited to see... I know it may sound silly but it always happen when you see in real life something you have only seen on the media.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">And here you can see the pretty biscuit boxes in the shop windows. They are so cute, I should have bought this of a teddy bear, but I hadn't much money to spend.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">And this is the can of Cherry Coke. Isn't it cute? I wish we had more kinds of Coke and sodas here in Spain, but it seems that they don't think it's necessary, and we only have regular Coke.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">And that's all! Soon it will be All Hallows Eve, Halloween. I'm looking forward to it because, as I must have told you already, on November 1st we eat delicious sweets called "Saint bones", "Huesos de santo", made with marzipan.</span><br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-85274489638353335862013-07-04T06:03:00.001-07:002013-07-04T06:03:14.436-07:00Life as training- La vida como aprendizaje.<span style="color: magenta;">Después de tantísimo tiempo sin publicar vengo con una entrada un poco filosófica. Quiero dar las gracias a Rocío por sus comentarios, porque de no ser por ella pensaría que nadie se acuerda de este blog y quizá lo hubiera abandonado definitivamente.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">After a long time without posting, here I come with a little filosofic post. I want to thank Rocío for her comments; if she weren't there maybe I would have abandoned this blog for once and all.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">En Marzo, después de la lluvia, la primavera comenzó a florecer. No creáis que me olvidé del blog, iba por ahí haciendo fotos de flores para enseñároslas. (Tengo muchas. Me gustaría hablar alguna vez de todas las flores que crecen en los parques de Málaga.) Mi situación no era la mejor, pero la perspectiva de la primavera de algún modo me daba esperanza. Me decía: "todo va a cambiar", "ahora es el momento de probar lo que puedes hacer"...</span><span style="color: cyan;"> On March, after the rain, Spring began to bloom. Don't think that I forgot about the blog: I was wandering here and there taking photographs of flowers to show them to you in this blog (I have a lot. I'd like to talk about the flower which grow in Malaga gardens). Mi situation wasn't the best, but the expectations on the Spring gave me hopes somehow. I said to myself: "everything is going to change", "now is the moment for you to prove your strength"...</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Siempre que uno está preocupado, y sale a dar a una vuelta, y ve el cielo azul y la estación cálida acercándose, pienso que se respira mejor. Eso es lo que me pasaba. Traté de ser positiva. En Abril, la lluvia volvió. Cada vez que la primavera se asomaba, la lluvia volvía. También en mis pequeños proyectos pasaba lo mismo. Pensaba que iba a conseguirlo... y justo entonces, me desanimaba por algo. No es fácil. </span><span style="color: cyan;">Whenever you are worried, if you go out and you see the blue sky, as the warm season is coming, you'll feel that it's easier to breathe. That's what happened to me. I tried to stay positive. On April, the rain came back. Every time the Spring showed up, the rain came back. And it was the same with my little projects. I was thinking that I could do it... and then something put me down. It's not easy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Además de los problemas "profesionales", me sentía sola emocionalmente. Echaba de menos tener a alguien que me entendiera, y pensaba si alguna vez algún amigo lo había hecho. Es gracioso, porque ellos siempre me llamaban y me ayudaban, pero yo seguía estando triste. Tampoco quería agobiarlos con mis problemas.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">Besides the professional problems, I was feeling lonely. I missed having someone who could just understand me, and I wondered if some of my friends had ever done it. Funny, because they always called me and helped me, but I continued being sad. I didn't want to bother them with my problems either.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">En Mayo, no me dejé desanimar del todo. Después de todo, yo tengo un "mundo nuevo". Y aunque no lo creáis, he estado todo el tiempo pensando en NeWorld. Incluso dibujé a Lili, pensé en cambiar el nombre a NextWorld, y he estado todos estos meses escribiendo. Es sólo que siempre hay alguien mucho mejor que tú. Ya sabéis: ese sentimiento de que hagas lo que hagas, no puedes hacer las cosas lo bien que te gustaría. No me siento capacitada para dibujar un manga entero, así que me puse a escribir sencillamente. Y ahora me pregunto si lo que escribo tiene algún valor como para enseñarlo... Así soy yo. Sólo tengo una cosa buena: puedo tardar años, pero no olvido mis proyectos.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">On May, I didn't let myself give up. After all, I have a "new world". You may not believe me, but I've been thinking about NeWorld all the time. I even drew Lili, thought of changing the name into NextWorld, and I've been writing all these months. It's just that there is always someone much better than you. You know: that feeling of "no matter what you do, you can't do things as well as you'd like". I don't feel able to draw a whole manga, so I began to write, simply. And now I wonder if what I've written is good enough to publish... That's the way I am. I only have a positive thing: it may takes me years, but I don't forget my projects.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Floreció hasta la última rosa, y llegó Junio. Junio es el sexto mes del año, la mitad del año. Me di cuenta de que gracias a mi esfuerzo había conseguido cosas, pero muy pequeñas. Por una parte estaba feliz, y por otra triste. Me di cuenta de que mis sueños no se iban a cumplir tan fácilmente, y que la vida que había vivido hasta ahora era muy cómoda. Me di cuenta de lo mucho que le debo a la gente que me rodea y lo poco que yo les había dado a cambio. Creo que soy una llorica mimada.</span><span style="color: cyan;"> Even the last rose bloomed, and June came in. June is the sixth month of the year, the half of the year. I realized that, thanks to my efforts, I had achieved some goals- very little ones. On one hand, I was happy, but on the other hand, I was sad. I realized that my dreams wouldn't turn into reality that easy, and that my life until now had been really comfortable. I realized how much I owed to the people around me, and how less I had given to them in exchange. I think I'm a spoilt cry-baby.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Ahora es Julio, y estoy en mitad de mi verano 2013 dándome cuenta de que aún no he ido ni un día a la playa, que he sonreído menos que ningún verano y que tengo que hacer algo. Quiero decir, algo más.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">Now is July, and I'm in the middle of my 2013 summer, thinking that I haven't gone to the beach a single day, knowing that I've had less laughter than ever and that I have to do something. I mean, something else.</span><br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-48414901554485737812013-03-03T04:45:00.004-08:002013-03-03T04:45:39.533-08:00Lilio's back... (little update)<span style="color: cyan;">Hello, I just wanted to come and say hello. I don't feel good if I leave this blog completely dead... </span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">I've been doing lots of thing -everything but blogging. I've tried to learn English (again), I've tried to workout... Yes, I've tried.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">A couple of days ago I picked my bycicle and I went for a long ride through the city... Weather is really crazy in this season of the year, so I got the chance when I saw that sky was blue and the Sun shone more or less bright. One day, I even found out that there was snow near my house... I got shocked, I have never seen such thing in Málaga. Later my friends told me that it wasn't snow, but hail. </span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">I really hate winter, I can't help it. So I cheer up when I see the Sun out...</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Spring is wonderful! I just can't wait for it...</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Another thing I like is k-fashion. Yes, Korean fashion. Some things are too flashy for my taste, but others I find them really original and cool. For the moment, I only have little accessories which could fit in the style... This is part of what I wore yesterday.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">My star sneakers and my star bracelet... And that's all! See you!</span><br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-22080581373968574102013-03-02T15:13:00.000-08:002013-03-02T15:13:21.627-08:00Happy New Year 2013 and the Three Kings<span style="color: cyan;"> In New Year Eve, I think that I got carried out by Rihanna's hair style, and nothing of what I expected turned out well. But it was OK, because my New Year Eve was very familiar.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Hahahaha!! How funny. But it's OK, it was fun to do it. And the next time, I hope it will turn out better.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Something I love about the Three Kings is that we eat a special cake on January 6th. The Three Kings cake! I don't know if there is a tradition like this in other countries. I`m looking forwards to that day only because of the cake xD.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-19969528785585391032012-12-19T14:52:00.002-08:002012-12-19T16:48:37.524-08:00Apologies and dreams: the end of the world?- Disculpas y sueños: ¿se acaba el mundo?<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: cyan;">I think I have to apologize for my laziness. Don't say you are going to update if you´re not going to do it for real. But it's useless to apologize. You know, as well as I do, that the truth is that bloggers don`t update when they don´t feel like it. That´s all.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Creo que tengo que disculparme por mi flojera imperdonable. No vayas por ahí diciendo que vas a actualizar si no lo vas a hacer de verdad. Pero no sirve de nada disculparse. Sabéis tan bien como yo que los blogueros no acutalizan cuando no se sienten inspirados, eso es todo.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">They have announced the end of the world so many times that we don`t believe a thing anymore. But, you know, the prophecy tells that the world ends in two days. Since Emu have written already her before-world-ends-entry, I thought it´s my turn. There is a long time since I wrote my wishes and feelings, and maybe this is the chance.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Han anunciado el fin de mundo tantas veces que ya no nos creemos nada de nada. Pero, ya sabéis la profecía maya dice que el mundo se acaba en dos días. Ya que Emu ha escrito ya su post de antes del fin del mundo, pensé que era mi turno.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">Just the other evening I was thinking how good it was that the Sun remains a little longer on the horizon. My mother has told me that people in Andalusia used to say: "After St. Lucía Day ( December 13th), the days are "the footprint of a cock" longer". I think that refers to the movement of shadows on the ground, otherwise I couldn't explain that strange measurement unit... For me, it's awful when the darkness covers everything at 18h. I know that in other countries it is way worse than here in Spain, but I can't help it, I hate Winter! But, wait, Winter hasn't even started... But I'm OK if there's light. So, I was really happy when I checked that it was almost 19h and the sky wasn't totally black. Really, I felt happy.</span><span style="color: magenta;"> Justo el otro día estaba pensando que qué bien que el sol ya se queda un poquito más en el horizonte. Mi madre me ha contado que la gente en Andalucía solía decir: "Después del día de Santa Lucía (el 13 de diciembre), los días se alargan la pata de un gallo". Creo que se refiere al movimiento de la sombra en el suelo, porque si no no puedo explicar esa forma de medir tan rara xD... Para mí, es horrible cuando la oscuridad lo cubre todo a las 18h. Ya sé que en otros países es muuuucho peor que en España, pero no puedo remediarlo, ¡odio el invierno! Aunque, espera, el invierno ni siquiera ha comenzado... Pero si hay luz, me conformo. Así que, estaba muy contenta cuando me di cuenta de que eran casi las siete y el cielo no estaba totalmente oscuro. En serio, me sentí feliz.</span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">In that moment of happiness, I started to think of my hopes and dreams. We all know that this world is a mess - it's better to use light words-, everyone of us has their own pains, situations where we are trapped in, things that we don't want but they do come. But, despise of all that, I continue having hopes of fulfill my dreams. I want to be happy, I want to be free. I don't have other dream but to know who I am, where is my place in this world, where is my world. My dream is a little one: to live peacefully, to enjoy art, share the best of me -which is my sincere heart. Even finding love is secondary: when I find myself, maybe someone else will find me. I dream of leaving behind the insanity of this world, although I can't get out of it. I don't want to live frustrated or anxious, I just don't want to receive hate or envy, nor send it to others... I'll have to deal with the things that I don't like, but I hope that I will learn to minimize them until I only live with the things I like. I know that moment is still far away, but I hope that some day, it will come to stay.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">En ese momento de felicidad, empecé a pensar en mis esperanzas y sueños. Todos sabemos que el mundo está patas arriba -mejor usaremos palabras suaves-, cada uno tiene sus penas, situaciones donde está atrapado, cosas que no quiere pero que vienen sin que se puedan parar... Pero, a pesar de todo eso, sigo esperando cumplir mis sueños. Quiero ser feliz, quiero sentirme libre. No tengo más sueño que conocerme a mí misma, cuál es mi sitio en el mundo, cuál es mi mundo. Mi sueño es pequeño: sólo vivir en paz, disfrutar del arte, compartir lo mejor que tengo: mi sinceridad. Hasta encontrar el amor está en segundo plano: cuando me encontrara a mí misma, alguien más me encontraría, digo yo. Sueño con dejar toda la locura malsana del mundo atrás, aunque no pueda salirme de él. No quiero vivir con frustración ni ansiedad, no quiero recibir odio ni envidia, ni enviarlos a los demás. Tendré que aguantar las cosas que no me gustan, pero espero aprender a minimizarlas hasta que pueda vivir sólo con las cosas que me gustan. Sé que para eso falta mucho, pero espero que algún día, ese momento llegará por fin.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">As you can see, I haven't stayed at home while this blog was "dead". Now that I look at the pictures, I realize that life isn't bad. If Friday the 21st was the last day of our lifes, I couldn't complain. I've done things, little and also great things, and I've laughed, and I've dreamed... We are lucky even for being able to cry - at least I feel so right now. Because when I was crying I was putting things in order in my head, also. I was thinking of all the things I hate and wondering how will I be able to get what I dream. Don't you think?</span> <span style="color: cyan;">Como podéis ver, no me he quedado en casa mientras este blog andaba muerto. Ahora que miro las fotos, me doy cuenta de que la vida no está mal. Si el viernes 21 fuera el último día de nuestras vidas, no podría quejarme. He hecho cosas, grandes y pequeñas, y he reído, y he soñado... Somos afortunados incluso de poder llorar -por lo menos hablo por mí-. Porque mientras lloraba, estaba poniendo cosas en orden dentro de mi cabeza, estaba pensando en las cosas que odio y también preguntándome qué hacer para conseguir mis sueños. ¿No?</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">No se puede decir que Noviembre no esté siendo productivo, pues he hecho dos cosas que jamás pensé que haría: cocinar y ordenar un poco mi cuarto.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">I can't say that November hasn't been productive, because I have done two things that I never thought I would do: cook and tidy my room.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">De momento, mientras entinto el capítulo 2 de NeWorld os enseñaré mi outfit del día 1 de noviembre. </span><span style="color: cyan;">Meanwhile I post the chapter2 of NeWorld, I'll show to you my outfit of November 1st.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">The reason why I haven't finished yet it's because of my scaner. I've been "struggling" with it the whole day but it doesn't want to work. Hasn't it happened to you? One day, your scanner or printer decides to not work. But I don't care if I have to do it hand-coloured or if I have to take a photograph. Technology won't stop me. Not now that I've decided to post this, finally. <span style="color: magenta;">La razón de que no lo haya terminado aún es mi escáner. He estado luchando con él todo el día pero no quiere funcionar. ¿No os pasa a vosotros? Un buen día, tu escáner o impresora decide que no quiere funcionar. Pero no me importa si tengo que hacerlo a mano o si tengo que sacarle fotografías. La tecnología no va a pararme, ¡no ahora que por fin he decidido postearlo!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Changing the subject, today I have been at the Station "María Zambrano" shopping center, also known as "Vialia". I like that shopping center because there is a Clare's and I wanted to look at cute things. I think yesterday the pic was really bad, so I'm going to show to you my nail-art in a better picture, and also my outfit.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Cambiando de tema, hoy he ido a la Estación "María Zambrano", al centro comercial también conocido como "Vialia". Me gusta ese centro comercial porque hay un Claire's y quería ver cosas monas. Creo que la foto de ayer era realmente mala, así que os voy a mostrar mi nail-art en una foto mejor, y también mi "outfit".</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">About my outfit: I love short plated skirts and thights over the knee, but I've barely wore it in my life. I think it's really cute -I don't care about the sexy looks, all is cute or not cute to me. You Asian girls are lucky that this fashion is wide-spread in Asia! Here, I think people don't understand it yet. They say silly things to you as you walk by. As if you wore it because you want to provoke or seduce men... I hate that.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Sobre mi outfit: me encantan las falditas tableadas cortas con medias hasta la rodilla, pero apenas lo he llevado en mi vida. Creo que es super mono - no me interesa ser sexy, para mí la cuestión es siempre bonito o no bonito-.¡Las chicas asiáticas no sabéis la suerte que tenéis de que esa moda está extendida en Asia! Aquí, me parece que la gente aún no se entera. Te dicen estupideces cuando pasas. Como si lo estuvieras llevando porque quieres provocar o seducir a los hombres... Odio eso.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">La fiesta de Halloween es por supuesto más divertida, pero creo que también más tonta. No me entendáis mal, me encantan las cosas divertidas, pero creo que no hay que frivolizar con la muerte. Es bueno decir "eh, estamos vivos, y podemos incluso mirar con una sonrisa a los misterios y a la muerte". Pero tampoco olvidar completamente que hablamos de algo misterioso y de muerte. La tradición de Todos los Santos me parece en ese sentido más interesante: pensar en los que se fueron de este mundo, a los que quisimos, estuvieron a nuestro lado y ya no están. ¿Dónde están? "Ubi sunt?", el tópico barroco nunca pasará de moda mientras estemos aquí. <span style="color: cyan;">Halloween is, for sure, more fun, but it's sillier, too. Don't get me wrong, I love funny stuff, but I think that it's not good to play down death. It's good to say "hey, we are alive, and we can even look with a smile to mistery and death". But we mustn't forget that we're talking about mistery and death. All Saints Day seems to me more interesting: to think about those who leaved this world, who we loved, who were by our side and they aren't anymore. Where are they? "Ubi sunt?", the baroque theme will never be out, as long as we are in this world.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Soy alguien que prometió un mundo nuevo en forma de cómic que aún no os he dado. No creáis que me he olvidado, es que soy mucho más vaga que mis ideas. La razón por la que quiero crear es porque este mundo es triste. Reímos, nos disfrazamos de muertos estando vivos, pero es irónico, porque aún no hemos escapado de la muerte.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">I'm someone who promised a new world in the shape of a comic which I haven't showed to you already. Don't think that I have forgotten it, it's that I'm lazier than my ideas. The reason why I want to create things is because this world is sad. We laugh, we dress us up like deads while we are alive, but, it's ironic, because we haven't still escaped from death.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Después de esta entrada tan aburrida, voy a enseñaros el maquillaje y el nail-art que me hice ayer. Fui a pasear al centro de la ciudad.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">After this boring entry, I'm going to show to you the makeup and nail-art that I did yesterday. I went for a walk by the city centre.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;"><span style="color: magenta;">¿Qué hace la gente en tu país en honor a las personas fallecidas? ¿Celebras Halloween? ¿Te gusta?</span> What do people do in honour to deceased relatives in your country? Do you celebrate Halloween? Do you like it?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-38628382143684741082012-10-18T05:48:00.000-07:002012-10-18T06:08:57.457-07:00La niebla - The mist<span style="color: magenta;">Una noche, me levanté de la cama a la 1:00. De pronto, vi por la ventana que afuera estaba todo blanco. Me asomé a la terraza y no podía creerlo: una densa niebla apenas dejaba ver el edificio de enfrente. Era como si mi edificio estuviese flotando en la nada.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">One night, I got up at 1:00. Suddenly, I saw through the window that outside everything was white. I had a look at the balcony, I couldn't believe it: a thick fog hardly let me see the building in front of my house. It was like if my bulding were floating in the nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Eso es extremadamente raro en Málaga. Por eso me sorprendí. Pensé en hacer una foto, pero no sé si por sueño o por miedo me fui a la cama otra vez</span>. <span style="color: cyan;">That is extremely rare in Málaga. That's why I was surprised. I thought of taking a photo, but, because I was sleepy or scared, I went back to bed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">A la mañana siguiente, fui al centro de la ciudad. Un poco de la niebla había quedado entre los edificios, cuando mirabas a las cosas lejanas</span>. <span style="color: cyan;">The following morning, I went to the city center. A little of the mist remained among the buildings, when you stared at far things. </span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Maybe you think this is silly, but that was just exciting for me.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Quizá penséis que esto es tonto, pero aquello fue excitante para mí. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Hablando de cosas de miedo, cuando eraa pequeña estaba asustada de este edificio. <span style="color: cyan;">Talking about scary things, this bulding frightened me when I was a child.</span> En Málaga, la gente lo llama el "Edificio Negro". <span style="color: cyan;">In Málaga, people call it the "Black Building", "el Edificio Negro". </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"> <span style="color: cyan;">I thought it was haunted. I found really scary its dark color and its name. I heard from someone that it was full of offices where ghosts switched things places. </span>Yo creía que estaba encantado, y encontraba muy tenebroso su color oscuro y su nombre. Escuché de alguien que estaba lleno de oficinas donde los fantasmas cambiaban las cosas de sitio.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;">Actually, it's a Government official building, and when I've grown up, I myself have been there a lot of times. The truth is there isn't anything haunted, but boring, and its name is just because of the color of the windows. </span>En realidad, es un edificio oficial del gobierno, y cuando he crecido, yo misma he estado ahí un montón de veces. La verdad es que ho hay nada encantado, más bien aburrido, en él, y su nombre es sólo por el color de las ventanas. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-82615109529481759442012-09-29T08:03:00.000-07:002012-09-29T08:03:05.678-07:00Star Wars in Málaga<span style="color: cyan;">Last Saturday, there were Star Wars troopers invading the main street of the city center. I thought to myself that was strange. Maybe my city is becoming a big city, I thought. Crowds of young people and children went to see the event<span style="color: magenta;">.</span></span><span style="color: magenta;"> El sábado pasado, tropas de Star Wars invadieron la calle principal del centro de Málaga. Pensé: esto es raro. Quizá mi ciudad se ha convertido en una gran ciudad... Montones y montones de gente joven y niños fueron para ver el evento.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">This event was organized by a benefic organism, Luis Olivares Org.. But what caught my attention was the huge affluence of people. I know Star Wars is world-wide known and has a lot of fans. But.. Málaga people? Nerd people? Yes, there are a lot.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Este evento fue organizado por una fundación benéfica, la Fundación Luis Olivares. Pero lo que llamó mi atención fue la afluencia de gente. Sé que Star Wars es un fenómeno mundial y tiene miles de fans. Pero... ¿la gente de Málaga? ¿Gente friki? Sí, hay un montón.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Me quedé de piedra. No me considero una friki total y sólo vi aquello por accidente (no me gustan las aglomeraciones). Pero de pronto vi cómo la gente respondía a la llamada del frikismo. Antes, creo que esto hubiera sido impensable en Málaga. Las señoras y los jóvenes más tradicionales se hubieran quedado mirando como a bichos raros a esos seres con casco. Pero el sábado pasado la gente de Málaga respondió como lo hubieran hecho los neoyorquinos o los tokiotas. Aunque, no tan rápido: eso sólo es porque Star Wars es algo muy conocido. Si te atreves a vestirte de Angelic Pretty y a pisar la calle Larios, que Dios te ayude.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">I was shocked. I don't considere myself as a whole-time nerd, and I just saw that by chance (I don't like crowds). But, suddenly, I was seeing people's answer to their nerdy side. Before, I think that would be impossible in Málaga. Ladies and traditional youth would have stared at that helmet-beings like they were oddies. But last Saturday, Málaga people acted as New York people or Tokio people would have acted. But I know that's because Star Wars is something really really famous. If you dare to dress in Angelic Pretty clothes and step in Larios Street, God help you...</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">En realidad, esto es algo bueno. La gente ha aprendido a disfrutar de la fantasía. Quizá se están aburriendo del mundo como yo. Y quieren romper la realidad y jugar, a medida que la ciudad se va haciendo más anónima y grande. ¿Comprendes lo que digo? Sin embargo, esto es sólo una utopía.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">In fact, this is something good. People have learnt to enjoy fantasy. Maybe they are getting bored of reality like me. And they want to tear reality and play, as well as the city gets bigger, anonymus. Do you understand me? But this is just utopic.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-60900047448231836172012-09-21T13:45:00.000-07:002012-09-21T14:41:34.171-07:00El final del verano- The end of summer<span style="color: magenta;">Pues aquí estamos. Esta noche quería compartir con vosotros algo muy personal. La sensación que me embarga siempre en este punto del año. ¿No os habéis preguntado nunca si alguien más sentirá lo mismo que vosotros o si nadie en el mundo siente lo mismo? Yo sí. A veces me pregunto qué es esta sensación de vacio, cuando llega septiembre.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Here we are. Tonight I wanted to share with you something very personal. The feel that fills me in this moment of the year. Haven't you wondered if someone feels the same as you feel or if no one in the world feels the way you do?... I have. Sometimes I wonder what this feeling of emptiness is, what I feel when September arrives.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">I tried to catch the dawn beauty, but it left before I could pick my mobile...</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">At this moment of the year, I feel like if something had ended. Well, summer has ended. But I refer to something else. I think of the memories of summer, I remember the good wishes I made before it began, and I wonder if I got them.</span><span style="color: magenta;"> En este momento del año, me siento como si algo se hubiera terminado. Bueno, el verano se ha terminado. Pero me refiero a algo más. Pienso en los recuerdos del verano, recuerdo los buenos propósitos que hice antes de empezarlo, y me pregunto si los conseguí.</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">Have you done everything you wanted to do in summer?</span> <span style="color: magenta;">¿Has conseguido hacer todo lo que querías en verano?</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">In one hand, I did it. But on the other hand, I left things undone. I feel nostalgic about the good moments, and I regret that I didn't make a bigger effort.</span><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: cyan;"> </span>Por un lado, yo sí lo hice. Pero por otra parte, me dejé cosas sin hacer. Me siento nostálgica por los buenos momentos, y lamento no haberme esforzado más.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Near the Málaga Football Club stadium, "La Rosaleda"</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan;">How should I face this new begining? Every new season is a new oportunity that life gives to us. I don't like the cold season, but I have to be concerned on this.</span> <span style="color: magenta;">¿Cómo debería afrontar este nuevo comienzo? Cada nueva estación es una nueva oportunidad que la vida nos da. No me gusta la estación fría, pero tengo que ser consciente de esto.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">To summarize my feelings I'll show you a 60's song, sung in Spanish. It brings to me memories of my childhood... But I was born in the 80's, hey... I wonder why I feel so nostalgic while watching or listening to 60's stuff... It's like if I remembered things lived by my parents or something. I miss someone else's memories, lol. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #93c47d;">Edit: "Verano azul" -the series which this video belongs to- was filmed in the 80's, but it seems that the song "El final del verano" or "Amor de verano", was composed in the late 60's.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-1521195064323568182012-09-04T06:44:00.000-07:002012-09-04T08:25:32.432-07:00Autumn blue feeling-Sentimiento de otoño<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: cyan;">Yesterday I was feeling blue, and maybe it was because of the weather. In Málaga it won't be cold until October or November, but you can feel that the heat (37ºCelsius) of summer is over. Also, it gets dark sooner in the evening. In July, you could go out at 21:30 and there was still daylight. But now, at 21h the nights fall and it makes me feel sad. And you need a cardigan or long sleeves in the late evening... I don't want to remember Autumn or Winter, but the weather keeps making me remember... <span style="color: magenta;">Ayer estuve sintiéndome tristona, y quizá sea por el cambio de tiempo. En Málaga el frío no llegará hasta octubre o noviembre, pero se puede sentir que el calorazo del verano (unos 37ºC de media) se ha ido. Además, oscurece antes por las tardes. En julio podías salir a las 21:30 y aún había luz del día. Pero ahora a las 21h cae la noche y eso me hace sentir triste. Se necesita una rebeca o mangas largas cuando anochece... No quiero acordarme del otoño ni del invierno, pero el tiempo me hace acordarme...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Yes, I know. Autumn is romantic, beautiful on its own way. When I was a child, I really enjoyed this melancholy feeling. But I guess that was because I didn't have any true melancholy in my heart. Maybe it was fun. Now is pretty depressing. I know when cold and darkness arrives, work and bad companies will return. And I'll be dealing with them, day by day... watching forwards Summer. Sorry, I'm being so boring. I promised to offer to you a new bright world, but everything I've done is talking about my nearest reality, and now here I am complaining about seasons coming. <span style="color: magenta;">Sí , ya lo sé. El otoño es romántico y bonito a su manera. Cuando era una niña, me encantaba este sentimiento de melancolía. Pero creo que era porque no tenía ningún auténtico sentimiento de melancolía en mi corazón. Debía de ser divertido. Ahora es deprimente. Sé que cuando el frío y la oscuridad llegan, el trabajo y las compañías indeseables vuelven. Y estaré aguantándolas, día tras día... esperando el verano. Lo siento, estoy siendo bastante aburrida. Prometí traer un mundo nuevo, pero todo lo que hago es hablar sobre mi realidad más cercana y quejarme de la llegada de las estaciones...</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Creo que tengo que arreglar esto. No sólo por vosotros sino por mí. Antes de que la melancolía del otoño me engulla, hay que mirarlo todo con otros ojos. Mi amado verano va a irse. No hay modo de detener el tiempo. A partir de ahora, los días se acortarán y las noches serán más largas y frías. Volveré a ver a los niños con sus mochilas yendo al colegio y a la gente atareada por las calles. Sin embargo, no me vendré abajo, sino que intentaré ver las pequeñas cosas bellas del otoño. Las hojas de los árboles, los días de viento -ah, eso es algo que me encanta-, los dulces de Halloween (en realidad, la tradición de aquí es el Día de Todos los Santos, el 1 de noviembre), las luces de la ciudad brillando bajo las nubes oscuras... y ¿la moda de otoño? Sí, por supuesto, la moda de otoño es de las pocas cosas buenas del frío.</span> <span style="color: cyan;">I think I have to resolve this. Not only for you, but for me. Before the Atumn melancholy come to catch me, I have to discover another point of view. My dearest Summer goes away. I can`t stop it. From now on, the days will shorten and the nights will last more and will be colder. I'll see again childs carrying schoolbags and people busy on the streets. But, I won't go down. I'll try to see little beautiful things in Autumn: the tree leaves, windy days -oh, I love those days-, Halloween sweets (here the tradition is to celebrate "All Saints Day", on November the 1st), the city lights under dark clouds... and Autumn fashion! Yes, of course, Autumn fashion is one of the few good things of Autumn.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">I went shopping with friends and bought earrings at Primark, which illustrate how I feel very well.</span><br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-27626729081359551302012-08-31T03:22:00.000-07:002012-09-01T07:00:05.779-07:00Festival de las Tres Culturas- Three Cultures Festival (Frigiliana)<span style="color: cyan;">There is a pretty village in Málaga called Frigiliana. It's placed in on the top of a hill, and you can see the shiny blue Mediterranean sea on the horizon. Its streets are narrow, the houses are white, impollute. The frame of the windows is painted in pastel blue, green, acqua green, lilac... And bouganville grows up in every corner. The first time I arrived there, I thought I was in a magical place. </span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;">Hay un precioso pueblo en Málaga llamado Frigiliana. Está situado sobre una montaña, y desde allí puedes ver el mar Mediterráneo en el horizonte. Sus calles son estrechas, las casas son blancas, impolutas. El marco de las ventanas está pintado de azul pastel, verde, turquesa, lila... Y la buganvilla crece por los rincones. La primera vez que llegué allí, pensé que estaba en un lugar mágico.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">This year, I went there again. The Three Cultures Festival is celebrated to remember the co-existence of Muslims, Jewish and Christians in Medium Age. But, you know, it was a little "crowded". And since I arrived by night, I couldn't see the colors. However, the narrow streets and the lights gave to the place a misterious charm. <span style="color: magenta;">Este año, he ido de nuevo. El Festival de las Tres Culturas celebra que allí convivieron Musulmanes, Judíos y Cristianos en la Edad Media. Pero, esta vez estaba un poquito masificado. Y como llegué por la noche, no pude ver los colores. De todo modos, las calles estrechas y las luces daban al lugar un encanto misterioso.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">And my outfit that day!</span> <span style="color: magenta;">¡Y mi modelito ese día!</span><br />
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<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-66100588790802261692012-08-22T14:25:00.002-07:002012-09-01T06:53:20.036-07:00Malaga Fair- Feria de Málaga 2012<div style="color: cyan;">
Hi! How are you? Today I wanted to share with you a little piece of Andalusia. Every year in August, a big fair takes place in my city. It lasts for a week, near the 15th. This date is because in august the 15th, it's holyday because of the Virgin María - I think that's the reason.<span style="color: magenta;">¡Hola! ¿Qué tal? Hoy quería compartir con vosotros un poquito de Andalucía. Cada año en agosto, se celebra una gran feria en mi ciudad. Dura una semana, alrededor del 15 de agosto. Esta fecha es porque el 15 de agosto es una festividad dedicada a la Virgen María -creo que es la Ascensión.</span><br />
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If you like flamenca dresses, you have to visit a fair in Andalusia. I think it's the only place and event where you can see them. As much as I know, in Seville's April Fair almost every girl wear her flamenca dress. Bur Málaga's Fair is not so traditional. In fact, you hardly hear flamenco. They play disco, reaggeton, salsa, and every commercial pop song of the moment. Seville and Málaga fairs are different, every city and town has its particularity. But, still, you can see girls wearing pretty flamenca dresses... I love them! Sadly, I didn't take photographs. Sorry. I'll search on the Internet for you. <span style="color: magenta;">Si te gusta el traje flamenco, tienes que venir a una feria en Andalucía, porque creo que es el único sitio donde puedes verlo. Por lo que sé, en la feria de abril de Sevilla casi todo el mundo va vestido con traje flamenco, pero la feria de Málaga no es tan tradicional. De hecho, es difícil escuchar flamenco: ponen disco, reaggeton, salsa... y canciones pop del momento. La feria de Sevilla y de Málaga son diferentes, cada ciudad tiene su particularidad. Pero con todo y con eso aún puedes ver chicas con preciosos trajes de flamenca....¡Me encantan! Pero no tomé ninguna foto, así que voy a buscar una en Internet para enseñaros.</span></div>
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Málaga's Fair has two main spots: the city centre-streets crowded with people drinking and dancing until the evening- and the "Real", a big ephemeral amusement park by night. Since I don't like alcohol and crowds, my favourite is the "Real". It has always made me dream, since I was a child. The reason is: I love fairground attractions, not only get in them, but look at them, their lights on the night sky... I suppose I'm very "romantic", or should I say "I was", but looking at the fairground "skyline" brings me memories, sensations... <span style="color: magenta;">La feria de Málaga tiene dos lugares diferenciados: el centro de la ciudad, abarrotado con gente bebiendo y bailando hasta el atardecer, y el Real, como un gran parque de atracciones efímero por la noche. Como no me gusta el alcohol ni las aglomeraciones, mi favorito es el Real. Siempre me ha hecho soñar, desde que era pequeña. La razón es que me encantan las atracciones, no sólo subirme, sino mirarlas, sus luces sobre el cielo nocturno... Probablemente soy muy "romántica" (o lo era), pero mirar el "skyline" de la feria me trae recuerdos y sensaciones...</span></div>
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There's also a bar and discoteques zone in the "Real", and people dance and drink and drink and dance until the sunrise. I've never done that - I guess alcohol must be the clue. <span style="color: magenta;">También hay zona de bares y discos en el Real, y la gente baila y bebe hasta la salida del sol. Nunca lo he hecho-quizá la clave esté en el alcohol-.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan;">Also, there is an auditorium, where they invite artists from Spanish pop or flamenco-pop (yes, there's a genre like that and it has success). Personally, I love to go to the auditorium because you can see the skyline I told you perfectly xD. But this time it happened that the artist was to my liking. She's called India Martínez, known in Andalusia as a flamenco-pop singer. She was born in Córdoba. I recorded a little of her singing for your curiosity.<span style="color: magenta;">También hay un auditorio, donde invitan artistas del pop español y de flamenco-pop (sí, este género existe y tiene éxito aquí). Personalmente, lo que me gusta del auditorio es que ves el skyline del que os he hablado xD. Pero esta vez resultó que me gustaba la artista. Se llama India Martínez, una cantante de flamenco-pop andaluza. Es de Córdoba. Grabé un poquito para satisfacer vuestra curiosidad.</span></span><br />
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I hope you like this entry. I'd love someone to tell me about Japanese festivals, but I only know a little from anime hehehe. I think "yukata" is adorable, I'd like to try on one of them. Here, a pic of one of my fav gyaru models with yukata *-* Anna Yano</div>
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<span style="color: magenta;">Espero que os haya gustado esta entrada. Me encantaría que alguien me hablara de cómo son los festivales en Japón; sólo conozco un poquito por el anime, ja ja. Os dejo con esta foto en "yukata" de mi querida modelo gyaru Anna Yano. Me gustaría probarme un "yukata", son preciosos.</span><br />
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-55664709646609729152012-07-30T15:16:00.001-07:002012-08-25T14:42:52.141-07:00Spanish weddings- Bodas en España<div style="background-color: black; color: magenta;">
Hi! A couple days ago, I found a wedding in my way to the city center. That made me think "how diferent weddings are in other countries?" So I thought I could talk a little about weddings in Spain. I took some photographs for you. I've noticed that people from other countries celebrate their weddings in a more austere/ simple way. But, there is the opposite, too. I`ve heard that, in Morocco, weddings lasts three days... Here in Spain, Gipsies -some of them- celebrate super-long weddings.<span style="color: cyan;">Hace un par de días, me encontré una boda en mi camino al centro de la ciudad. Eso me hizo pensar cómo de diferentes serán las bodas en otros países. Así que pensé en hablar un poco de las bodas en España. Tomé algunas fotos para enseñar. Me he dado cuenta de que la gente de otros países no celebran bodas tan vistosas. También está lo contrario: creo que en Marruecos duran varios días, y aquí en España, los gitanos -algunos- celebran bodas que duran días.</span></div>
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What gets my attention is that Spanish weddings are "glamorous", he he. Guests wear clothes that you could see on the red carpet. In fact, there are brides who order to set a red carpet in the church. Well, a lot of them do it. Also, they decorate the church with tons of flowers. The wealthier you are, the more decorated church you have... If the husband is a member of Army, Navy, etc., he can wear the uniform. The point is to look like a princess, a real princess.<span style="color: cyan;"> Lo que me llama la atención es que las bodas españolas son muy "glamourosas", je je. Los invitados llevan ropa que podrías ver en la alfombra roja. De hecho, hay novias que hacen poner una alfombra roja en la iglesia. Bueno, casi todas. Además, decoran la iglesia con toneladas de flores. Cuanto más rico eres, más puedes decorar la iglesia. Si el novio es del ejército, la marina, etc., él puede llevar el uniforme. El objetivo es parece una princesa, un princesa de veras.</span></div>
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Nowadays, couples prefer to get married in the evening. Here it's very hot in spring and summer: a wedding in the evening is more "comfortable" and adds attractive. Men wear chaqué, frac... and ladies wear long dresses made for the Oscar's... <span style="color: cyan;">Ahora los novios prefieren casarse por las tardes-noches. Aquí hace mucho calor en verano y primavera, y así es más cómodo y además más elegante. Los hombres llevan chaqué, frac... y las mujeres vestidos como para ir a los Oscar.</span></div>
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Religious ceremony takes 1 hour, in general. When the just-married come out the church, they find the "rice storm" that their guests throw on them. It''s a tradition which means fertility and happiness. Some prefer rose petals, but I think rice is more fun. <span style="color: cyan;">La ceremonia religiosa dura una hora en general. Cuando los recién casados salen, se encuentran con la lluvia de arroz que los invitados les echan. Es una tradición que significa fertilidad y felicidad. Algunos prefieran pétalos de rosa, pero yo creo que el arroz es más divertido.</span></div>
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Spanish people are a little obsessed with having an original and fan-tas-tic wedding. They spend a lot of money on wearing the prettiest dress, having the more spectacular party, having the more original yet elegant ceremony... The limit is your credit card. They hire a chorus, musicians, dj's, expensive cars... But I think that the current economy in the world is stoping this. Well, rich people are still rich.<span style="color: cyan;">Los españoles están un poco obsesionados con tener la boda más original y fantástica. Se gastan mucho dinero en el vestido más bonito, la fiesta más espectacular, la ceremonia más elegante... El límite lo pone el dinero. Contratan un coro, músicos, dj's, coches de lujo... Pero ahora con la crisis esto se está parando, creo. Aunque, la gente rica sigue siendo rica...</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Personally, I love to look at brides and weddings in general. I really enjoy the spectacle. But, if I were the bride, maybe I'd like to be less stressed for being perfect, and jus have fun and enjoy the day. What do you think? Are weddings in Japan, or other country, like this?</span><span style="color: #76a5af;">Personalmente, me gusta mirar las bodas. Me encanta el espectáculo ese. Pero si yo fuera la novia, quizá me gustaría estar menos estresada y disfrutar mi día.¿Qué piensas tú? ¿Cómo son las bodas en Japón, o en cualquier parte del mundo?</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">I continue being interested in gyaru fashion, and I read Popteen, Jelly, Egg... very often. A big trend this summer is braided hair. I've never been very good at styling my hair, but today, I managed to do this.</span><span style="color: magenta;"> Lo siento por la calidad de la foto, que es francamente mala. me gustaría probar muchos peinados y hacer experimentos de color este verano</span>. <span style="color: cyan;">Sorry for the bad quality of the photo. I'd like to try a lot of hair styles this summer, colors too. </span><br />
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If someone thinks that there isn't a person who likes Vocaloid and Seville's April Fair at the same time, he or she is wrong. That person does exist, though her craziness.</div>
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¿Es necesario que lo explique? Seguramente sí. Porque estas dos cosas son contrarias. Ser friki y choni a la vez, eso es algo que nunca ha hecho nadie, al menos públicamente. Ya comenté alguna vez que en España los otakus suelen ser anti-tradicionales. Y la gente normal acepta a los flamencos, pero no tanto a los frikis. Yo no entiendo nada de esto. Para mí es incomprensible no sentir pasión por el flamenco - algunas canciones son preciosas -, la voz de tantas generaciones hablando de amor y de paisajes que he amado desde niña, envueltas en un llanto misterioso y antiguo. Y es absolutamente imposible no enamorarse de la voz kawaii y las coletas turquesa de Miku Hatsune , una diva virtual con forma de colegiala japonesa. Es de locos rechazar algo tan fuerte, tan genial.</div>
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<span style="color: cyan;">It is necessary to explain it? Sure it is. Because this two faces are opposite. To be otaku and to like flamenco, that is something that nobody has done before, I think. I've explained that Spanish otakus use to be "anti-tradition". And here people can accept flamencos very well, but otakus not so well. I don't understand this. For me, it's incredible not to feel passion for flamenco, the voice of hundreds of generations, talking to us about love and landscapes which I have loved since I was a child, wrapped in an ancient and misteriuous cry. And it's ABSOLUTELY incredible not to fall in love with kawaii Miku Hatsune's voice, virtual diva in shape of a Japanese school-girl with long aqua twintails. It's crazy not to like something so strong, so cool!!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33ffff;">Hay cosas que no tienen ningún sentido y sin embargo ocurren. La moda es básicamente tomar algo extraño y convertirlo en juego, en arte, en algo que de pronto reconocemos como bello. Así ha ocurrido con los pantalones, con los tacones, con la minifalda, con el pelo corto en las mujeres y otras muchas cosas que las pijas llevan con mucho orgullo hoy día. La ignorancia es aburrida.</span> <span style="color: #cc33cc;">There are non-sense facts, but they do happen. Basically fashion is taking something uncommon and transforming it into a game, a way of art, something that you can see as beauty. This happened with trousers, with heels, mini-skirts, short hair for women... and nowadays posh ladies wear it very confident . Ignorance is so boring...</span>
<span style="color: #cc33cc;">I give to you the last "face of the Master". You will always see her with thousand styles. She doesn't like boring side of fashion. But, who is the real Master? I can't </span>say. [I've deleted the image, in order to keep my privacy, sorry] <span style="color: #33ffff;">Os dejo la última "face of the Master". Siempre la veréis con cientos de estilos. No le gusta el lado aburrido de la moda. Pero, ¿cuál es la Master verdadera? No sabría decirlo. [He eliminado la imagen para preservar mi imagen, lo siento].</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-75247900785221811482012-03-03T13:35:00.004-08:002012-03-03T14:28:01.403-08:00Modelitos - Outfits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmeyP_V2Hts/T1KayuVMXFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZZzBVe_r824/s1600/2012-03-03-212308.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BmeyP_V2Hts/T1KayuVMXFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ZZzBVe_r824/s400/2012-03-03-212308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715801073307638866" border="0" /></a>
<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Dije al principio que este blog pretendía ser un mundo nuevo, lleno de todo lo bueno, dejando fuera lo malo del mundo. Y ahora, podéis ver que edito entradas sobre moda o pintura de uñas. Bueno, obviamente no soy más que un ser humano y no puedo aún crear cosas que no conozco, así que tomo lo bello y divertido del mundo que conozco. Y para mí, entre esas cosas está la moda.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">At the beginning, I said that this blog pretended to be a new world, plenty of good things, leaving out the bad ones. And now, you see I'm writting about fashion or nail polish. Well, obviously I'm just a human being and I can't create -though I'd like- unseen things, so I take the beautiful and fun of what I know. For me, one way of beauty and art is fashion.</span>
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<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">La moda como arte, no como imposición. Me encanta la moda divertida, llena de imaginación, de inocencia, de sorpresas, de juego. Y odio cuando la moda se utiliza para mirar a los demás por encima del hombro, para sentirse superior y no saber que es sólo un juego. Siento no saber explicarme bien. Por eso me gusta la loca moda adolescente de las asiáticas, ¡es genial!</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Fashion as art, not as imposition. I love fashion for fun, full of imagination, innocent, surprising, playful. And I hate when fashion is a way to look people from above without realizing that it's a game. Sorry, I can't express what I think properly. I love the crazy young Asian fashion, it genious!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-59915035805190029122012-03-01T02:11:00.005-08:002012-03-01T02:53:54.085-08:00Spring again 2012 - Primavera otra vez<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Yes, it's coming. The sun shines warmer day by day, the nightfall is delayed little by little... A really lazy girl writes a post about nail art... No doubt, spring is around the corner....</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Sí, está llegando. El sol brilla con más fuerza cada día, el anochecer se retrasa poquito a poco... Una tía verdaderamente vaga escribe una entrada sobre "nail art".... No hay duda, la primavera está a la vuelta de la esquina.</span>
<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzSrsEIgC3A/T09NBPnj0dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kjZkhAWR2n4/s1600/2012-03-01-102559.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzSrsEIgC3A/T09NBPnj0dI/AAAAAAAAAmk/kjZkhAWR2n4/s400/2012-03-01-102559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714871135924113874" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">I've had a look at Nail up magazine in ekiblog.com and I've been shocked by the beauty of the "Japanese nail art culture". I know someone could say I'm crazy but I think is well called "art", because the majestry and delicate trace of the designs is just awesome.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">He echado un vistazo a la revista Nail Up en ekiblog.com y me he quedado embobada con la belleza de la cultura del nail art en Japón. Sé que alguien dirá que estoy loca pero pienso que está bien llamado "arte" por la maestría y delicado trazo de los diseños, es sencillamente impresionante.</span>
<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">This is my little attempt xD. Here in Spain we don't have specialized shops or brands. Nail art is not so popular. I dare to say that nail art is only reserved to special events or very fashionable people. Even fashionable people just use nail polish, Nail art is here in its beginnings. I think it's more popular among young girls who are into Asian fashion. And as you know, there are a lot. </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Este es mi pequeño intento XD. Aquí en España no tenemos tiendas ni marcas especializadas. El nail art no es tan popular. Me atrevería a decir que es algo reservado a ocasiones especiales o gente muy "fashion". E incluso la mayoría de estos sólo usan esmalte de uñas. Aquí el nail art está en sus comienzos. Pienso que más popular entre chicas que están en el mundillo de la moda que viene de Asia. Y como ya sabéis, hay unas cuantas.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-45120415542725420382012-01-07T14:40:00.000-08:002012-01-08T09:19:50.713-08:00Dimension Zero, 1st chapter<div>
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<div><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">Después de tanto tiempo, aquí está. Tengo mucho que aprender, pero quizá mi criatura y yo iremos creciendo a la vez. La traducción, de momento, la pongo debajo, ¿ok?</span> <span style="color:#cc66cc;">Tienes que leer de derecha a izquierda, igual que en los mangas.
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<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)">A looong time later, but here it is. I have a lot to learn, but maybe my creation and I will grow up togheter. The translation to "Engrish" xD is below.</span> <span style="color:#33ffff;">You have to read from right to left, the same way as in manga, ok?</span>
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If I open my eyes... maybe this darkness will dissapear....?
¿What's this?
¿Who am I?
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There must be an exit!
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The sound of the silence in my ears.
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WL_pWRnjSs/TwjPgqh2oxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Lb5iPeGjkSE/s1600/PAG8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029888889037586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WL_pWRnjSs/TwjPgqh2oxI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Lb5iPeGjkSE/s400/PAG8.jpg" /></a>
He.... hello?
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXqP30lNbAI/TwjPTizeG0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/hFeFypV9zkg/s1600/PAG9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029663477144386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXqP30lNbAI/TwjPTizeG0I/AAAAAAAAAjk/hFeFypV9zkg/s400/PAG9.jpg" /></a>Who are you?
Can't you speak? [Maybe he's a deaf or something...]
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alPMy2zYYIo/TwjPFz7VrnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jd9E0qV_2V0/s1600/PAG10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029427555380850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alPMy2zYYIo/TwjPFz7VrnI/AAAAAAAAAjY/jd9E0qV_2V0/s400/PAG10.jpg" /></a>Hey...
You also got lost?
By chance don't you know how to get out of here?
-Out of here?
You can't get out of here.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YItAqiSTZ-M/TwjO2w-b1OI/AAAAAAAAAjM/0KMXcaJjuIM/s1600/PAG11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695029169065022690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YItAqiSTZ-M/TwjO2w-b1OI/AAAAAAAAAjM/0KMXcaJjuIM/s400/PAG11.jpg" /></a>
Hey... You have spoken!
Ju-just now! Inside my head!
Rocks! Incredible! Telegnosis? What was that then?
Wait... I'm in an endless black space with a strange guy...
Maybe I should be more worried....
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmB6Fg8em-4/TwjOpF-PAyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gWcEsGcIevc/s1600/PAG12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695028934183158562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OmB6Fg8em-4/TwjOpF-PAyI/AAAAAAAAAjA/gWcEsGcIevc/s400/PAG12.jpg" /></a>
Wait! Have you said that we can't get out of here? [I don't want to be in this scary emptiness forever!] How... how long have you been here?
- I can't remember not being here.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeX0bwv9Bkg/TwjOXVEvKnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GSNwEOwahWg/s1600/PAG13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695028628999318130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jeX0bwv9Bkg/TwjOXVEvKnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GSNwEOwahWg/s400/PAG13.jpg" /></a>Oh no! This poor man have been so long here that he even can remember it... He might has gone mad, that's why he's so strange...] Errr.... Don't worry! We'll find an exit togheter! [What should I do?] Well, now that you have decided to talk, why don't you tell me your name?
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH0pbEyGWxk/TwjOIbg7XkI/AAAAAAAAAio/gBNAxEV-6bI/s1600/PAG14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695028373030133314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PH0pbEyGWxk/TwjOIbg7XkI/AAAAAAAAAio/gBNAxEV-6bI/s400/PAG14.jpg" /></a>-I don't have a name. [Poor boy...] But... everyone has a name. Maybe you forgot about it... Never mind, I'll give you a name! Hmmm.... Let's see...
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSer7Az-zk/TwjNzu0vQvI/AAAAAAAAAic/gUZnC1PGGS8/s1600/Scan10026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695028017436246770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTSer7Az-zk/TwjNzu0vQvI/AAAAAAAAAic/gUZnC1PGGS8/s400/Scan10026.jpg" /></a>Wow! To be honest, the way you appeared before was so impressive.... You scared me! Are you a magician?... Ah! I know! I'll name you "Trick"! Triiiiick! Do you like it?
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OazsrZ7LAQ/TwjNj0afQVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/G2MIKmjp_vg/s1600/Scan10027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695027744058851666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2OazsrZ7LAQ/TwjNj0afQVI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/G2MIKmjp_vg/s400/Scan10027.jpg" /></a>-I don't need a name. You do. Tell me who are you. [Who am I.... I don't kno-] I'm Lili. My Master has sent me to search for a new world. A world which she's been searching a long time ago. That's why she has created me.
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuojflXwiag/TwnJBYF9OnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/iNBol4M-79o/s1600/Scan10028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695304229271190130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TuojflXwiag/TwnJBYF9OnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/iNBol4M-79o/s400/Scan10028.jpg" /></a>
ah? What have I just said?.... -Lili. I see. Your Master might be sending you information at this moment.
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6fuJdEaSU0/TwnJiXA_taI/AAAAAAAAAlo/WicWb3P1D_Y/s1600/Scan10029.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695304795917628834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6fuJdEaSU0/TwnJiXA_taI/AAAAAAAAAlo/WicWb3P1D_Y/s400/Scan10029.jpg" /></a>
That Master... could have explained something to me before sending me... Is this her plan? Sending us here without any clue?? Where is everything gone to?.... I'm scared, Trick. We can't find an exit... What are we going to do?....</div>
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<p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgVqgdtrXm0/TwnKo3EWLfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/A1Nh3HHgj90/s1600/Scan10030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695306007112461810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgVqgdtrXm0/TwnKo3EWLfI/AAAAAAAAAl0/A1Nh3HHgj90/s400/Scan10030.jpg" /></a> Where are we going...? Is that you are going to get us out of here?... -Don't be silly. I've told you already, there isn't any exit. Haven't you understood yet? Although you could walk thousand years to any direction, you wouldn't find a gate.... - Eh? Then, why Master has sent me here?</p>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5PbSVYwj6g/TwnL_08G0vI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ek1Ka5tMz4M/s1600/Scan10031.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695307501189649138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5PbSVYwj6g/TwnL_08G0vI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ek1Ka5tMz4M/s400/Scan10031.jpg" /></a> Maybe just because.... in every point of this endless space..... there's a a gate to infinite dimensions.
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvZoEvCFPGE/TwnMqeDbaZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TimPhEMmzwM/s1600/Scan10032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695308233780717970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvZoEvCFPGE/TwnMqeDbaZI/AAAAAAAAAmM/TimPhEMmzwM/s400/Scan10032.jpg" /></a> And some of them are simmilar.... To that what's called by humans "reality".
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWM_lk4HA5M/TwnNOnMVq5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/71zdsLwSN60/s1600/Scan10033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695308854709300114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hWM_lk4HA5M/TwnNOnMVq5I/AAAAAAAAAmY/71zdsLwSN60/s400/Scan10033.jpg" /></a>
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<div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-423399974708816398.post-77066520667145950772011-06-05T14:52:00.000-07:002011-06-05T14:58:13.128-07:00-NeWorld- manga, cover - La cubierta de mi manga, -NeWorld-<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Finally, I've finished the cover. Sorry. I hope I can post the first chapter "Dimension Zero", in the following days.</span>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awGjCqCWhB4/Tev7Xn0LP6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/cjN5QE0mFks/s1600/NeWorld%2Bcover.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614857743690842018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awGjCqCWhB4/Tev7Xn0LP6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/cjN5QE0mFks/s400/NeWorld%2Bcover.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#00cccc;">Finalmente, terminé la portada. Lo siento. Espero poder subir el primer capítulo en los próximos días.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">¡Todo lo anterior ha pasado!</div>Lilmargihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10729117538710614942noreply@blogger.com19