<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278</id><updated>2012-02-28T17:37:23.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>marcos cortes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-9191082603861667595</id><published>2011-08-09T14:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T14:33:19.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Age us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCnovKvrMJE/TkEoW0rmyRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zuJSWovrDtY/s1600/3839998414_9102b3f545_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCnovKvrMJE/TkEoW0rmyRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zuJSWovrDtY/s400/3839998414_9102b3f545_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638832581008345362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin-top:0cm; 	margin-right:0cm; 	margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	margin-left:0cm; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; 	mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Age is empty, transparent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless emptiness bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-9191082603861667595?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/9191082603861667595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=9191082603861667595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/9191082603861667595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/9191082603861667595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2011/08/age-us.html' title='Age us'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GCnovKvrMJE/TkEoW0rmyRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/zuJSWovrDtY/s72-c/3839998414_9102b3f545_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-3213146571674471159</id><published>2011-01-13T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TS8vlzFkLCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pxyQvwjn1hI/s1600/Wind_by_GeorgeHarrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TS8vlzFkLCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pxyQvwjn1hI/s400/Wind_by_GeorgeHarrison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561716391241067554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;How can I not forget this , this movement wanting to be free…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;See I am not real, I am only you, do you not remember …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;yes, yes see the vastness, it has no beginning and has no end…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This play is only the dance that you see as real.. …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;So jump in its ok here, your safe and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do not fear , you will see all is well beloved friend…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-3213146571674471159?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/3213146571674471159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=3213146571674471159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3213146571674471159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3213146571674471159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2011/01/font-face-font-family-cambria-p.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TS8vlzFkLCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/pxyQvwjn1hI/s72-c/Wind_by_GeorgeHarrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7235034431736890629</id><published>2010-12-15T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TQg7oyu-q1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/DjBcT7slQVg/s1600/dark_world_by_barrena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TQg7oyu-q1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/DjBcT7slQVg/s400/dark_world_by_barrena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550752112733760338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you Know what love is ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you a secret though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its the man sucking the poison out of the snake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he sees to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the blind man who sees that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only light in all the darkest corners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7235034431736890629?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7235034431736890629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7235034431736890629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7235034431736890629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7235034431736890629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-know-what-love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TQg7oyu-q1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/DjBcT7slQVg/s72-c/dark_world_by_barrena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-5018452595322885035</id><published>2010-12-08T03:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem from the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7tM_5b3OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M_8hun6P3bI/s1600/DSCN2982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7tM_5b3OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M_8hun6P3bI/s400/DSCN2982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548132598533577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Truth meeting Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Glimpses of the beloved touched in its true essence, passing gifts handing them over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;from a long forgotten .. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh I bow down to you, You drown me in your gaze, your beauty shines..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I cannot ever have you because I am You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you for this reminder to show the way home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know we have exchanged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know I have given you a gift to .....and thats the dance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You see we didn't plan this meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A love brought us here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-5018452595322885035?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/5018452595322885035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=5018452595322885035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5018452595322885035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5018452595322885035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2010/12/poem-from-heart.html' title='A Poem from the Heart'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7tM_5b3OI/AAAAAAAAAOw/M_8hun6P3bI/s72-c/DSCN2982.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1214665781801331624</id><published>2010-12-08T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7orvfm0hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TfxFmfHMnfI/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7orvfm0hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TfxFmfHMnfI/s400/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548127629148082706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nothing, everything, everything nothing all of that happening at the same time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Looking, searching , grasping, realizing all of it passing by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Trying and looking for a landing place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The search that never finds, always coming to nowhere, its futile yet necessary...This sence of I, me ego all of it the play...haha and then there is a sence that youve landed and bingo the whole scenary changes youve lost it again...You realize theres no way out and definately no way in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This character has already been done, this play has already been rehearsed..This is the magic, the miracle, the horror that You cannot change anything. Its shocking !! Because what you thought is awakening has got nothing to do with what you imagined... I have to laugh and laugh of my own ignorance as every time it catches me out..I get kissed by the beloved and then kicked in the backside only because my own ignorance again tries to catch it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its very entertaining, like watching some south american soap, everyone trying  to find the beloved in the play called life and every time its looking back you in your face...Yet then theres the meeting, the meeting is the bliss..and that meeting is happening in every moment . you either see or you dont ha ha what a crack ..You see self is finding its way home through the labyrinth of all these characters..like a snake and the ladder weaving its way, pointing the way home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1214665781801331624?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1214665781801331624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1214665781801331624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1214665781801331624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1214665781801331624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2010/12/nothing-everything-everything-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/TP7orvfm0hI/AAAAAAAAAOo/TfxFmfHMnfI/s72-c/DSC_0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-2114405727081692466</id><published>2010-01-14T14:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:33:54.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="viddler_77eb5ed5" height="370" width="437"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ultimately all seeking leads to failure....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/77eb5ed5/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/77eb5ed5/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" name="viddler_77eb5ed5" height="370" width="437"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-2114405727081692466?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/2114405727081692466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=2114405727081692466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2114405727081692466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2114405727081692466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-2792503728345898842</id><published>2010-01-14T14:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:25:58.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/S08bPveDAVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DDnDkV0ffAA/s1600-h/GuadalupeOnCape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/S08bPveDAVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DDnDkV0ffAA/s400/GuadalupeOnCape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426586033259217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;“It was a Saturday and Juan Diego, a native recently converted to Catholicism, had begun the long walk to attend his religious instruction class. As he neared the hill of Tepeyac, in the valley of Mexico City, he heard the exquisite singing of many birds. ‘Where am I?’ he wondered. ‘Am I in the land of heaven?’ Suddenly, he heard a gentle, sweet voice calling his name. Puzzled, he looked around and there stood a lady, beautiful beyond imagination, her robes shining like the sun, the rock upon which she stood projected bright rays of light, the earth around her radiated the colors of the rainbow, the weeds and cactus were like emeralds and turquoise, the thorns like gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;In awe, he fell to his knees. ‘My son,’ she said, ‘I want you to go to the Bishop and tell him to build me a sacred house here, so that I can console and help all those who seek me, and give them all my love.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;Realizing that this was a request from a Heavenly Lady, he hurried off to see the Bishop. When he told him what had happened, the Bishop rebuked him, ‘Juan Diego, this is only your imagination,’ and sent him away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;Troubled and sad, Juan Diego returned to tell the Heavenly Lady that the Bishop would not listen to a poor, humble Indian like himself, that instead She should send a nobleman, so that then the Bishop would believe the message. ‘I have chosen you, Juan Diego, to be my messenger. Go, do as I ask of you.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;The next day Juan Diego left before dawn to attend mass, and then to see the Bishop. This time, the Bishop told Juan Diego that he must bring a sign from the Heavenly Lady, or not to come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;Juan Diego did not return to see Her the next day, as his uncle, with whom he lived, was gravely ill. That same evening, the uncle, knowing his end was near, asked for a priest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;Early on Tuesday, December 12th, Juan Diego set out to summon the priest. Fearing that the Lady would detain him, he took a different route, but as he came to the foot of Tepeyac hill, She stopped him. ‘Where are you going?’ She asked the distressed Juan Diego. He told Her about his uncle’s illness. ‘Do not concern yourself, your uncle is now well.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;‘Now, go to the top of the hill and gather flowers.’ There are never flowers there, only rocks, he thought to himself. To his amazement, he found the hill carpeted with flowers, which he then gathered and placed in his cape. ‘This is the sign that you shall take to the Bishop, so that he will believe My words to you.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 136, 171);"&gt;After much waiting, the Bishop received him. When Juan Diego unfolded his cape, a cascade of fragrant flowers fell to the floor before the astonished Bishop, and on the cape appeared imprinted the Image of the Heavenly Lady, just as Juan Diego had seen Her on the hill.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-2792503728345898842?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/2792503728345898842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=2792503728345898842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2792503728345898842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2792503728345898842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2010/01/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/S08bPveDAVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DDnDkV0ffAA/s72-c/GuadalupeOnCape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-2282367807634547085</id><published>2009-02-20T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SZ8viBhAMpI/AAAAAAAAANg/DKNCfEnzUpw/s1600-h/2958910667_ecdd03fb6c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305011147634651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SZ8viBhAMpI/AAAAAAAAANg/DKNCfEnzUpw/s400/2958910667_ecdd03fb6c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you can't do anything else, surrender to conscious&amp;shy;ness. By surrender, I mean surrender your ego, your prob&amp;shy;lems, your emotions, your fears, your frustrations and anger. Give it all up. Say, "Take it, consciousness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no puede hacer otra cosa,entrega a la conciencia. Por la entrega, me refiero a la entrega de su ego, sus problemas, sus emociones, sus miedos, sus frustraciones y la ira. Dar todo. Decir: "Tómalo, la conciencia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-2282367807634547085?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/2282367807634547085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=2282367807634547085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2282367807634547085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2282367807634547085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-cant-do-anything-else-surrender.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SZ8viBhAMpI/AAAAAAAAANg/DKNCfEnzUpw/s72-c/2958910667_ecdd03fb6c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1450795690292817054</id><published>2009-02-07T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SYzGFaQfxxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dFsyxKGt-uo/s1600-h/ata+hamatok+baolam+hachi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;color:black;"   lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES-TRAD" style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1450795690292817054?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1450795690292817054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1450795690292817054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1450795690292817054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1450795690292817054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SYzGFaQfxxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dFsyxKGt-uo/s72-c/ata+hamatok+baolam+hachi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-8369117972726933839</id><published>2009-01-30T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPAJI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SYMBE13ZLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dFf2D7Ta_V4/s1600-h/papaji_feet180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SYMBE13ZLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dFf2D7Ta_V4/s400/papaji_feet180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297078769408355794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAPAJI: When the disciple meets a realize master and hears the ultimate truth,&lt;br /&gt;he will become free at a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: What if, dispite all his sincerity, he does not becomes free&lt;br /&gt;immediately upon hearing the truth once?&lt;br /&gt;PAPAJI: Than maybe in next life. This person needs more samsara. We will&lt;br /&gt;all arrive home, now or later. If not today then tomorrow; if not tomorrow then&lt;br /&gt;next life. But we will all arrive at home, such is our destiny. And when we&lt;br /&gt;become free we will realize that there has never been any process at all. That this&lt;br /&gt;all was only a concept. Time was a concept, my ignorance was a concept. At the&lt;br /&gt;end he will understand this.&lt;br /&gt;The Guru will not make him understand this. No one can make him understand&lt;br /&gt;this. He has to not understand, until one day something will happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: But is there nothing the person can do to make herself ready?&lt;br /&gt;PAPAJI: This is postponement. One who says "I have to prepare myself" is&lt;br /&gt;deceiving himself, fooling himself. What can be done tomorrow, why not today?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: Then is there not a place for sadhana in your teaching?&lt;br /&gt;PAPAJI: No.&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: So, you give disciples nothing? Nothing to do?&lt;br /&gt;PAPAJI: No. Why give them something to do? They have been doing many&lt;br /&gt;things with other teachers. I only tell them: "No effort. No thinking. Keep quiet".&lt;br /&gt;And this is working! That is why people all over the world are&lt;br /&gt;comming here. Every teacher give them teachings, but there are no results. There&lt;br /&gt;are many ashrams all over the world, many spiritual centers. People are doing&lt;br /&gt;many things for many years, but there is no result. The mind is not quiet because&lt;br /&gt;any yoga or spiritual practice they are doing they are doing with the mind and the&lt;br /&gt;body. Sadhana is done with the mind, but the mind cannot arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;[From the interview "No teaching, no theacher, no student".]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style id="jajah"&gt;span.jajahWrapper { font-size:1em; color:#B11196; text-decoration:underline; } a.jajahLink { color:#; text-decoration:none; } span.jajahInLink:hover { background-color:#B11196; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style id="jajah"&gt;span.jajahWrapper { font-size:1em; color:#B11196; text-decoration:underline; } a.jajahLink { color:#000000; text-decoration:none; } span.jajahInLink:hover { background-color:#B11196; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-8369117972726933839?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/8369117972726933839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=8369117972726933839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8369117972726933839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8369117972726933839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/papaji.html' title='PAPAJI'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SYMBE13ZLdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dFf2D7Ta_V4/s72-c/papaji_feet180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7501484953834958474</id><published>2009-01-23T00:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SXkCADS3llI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GM7-gTUEptA/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294265036858431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SXkCADS3llI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GM7-gTUEptA/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Silence take you to the core of life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All your talk is worthless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When compared to one whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of the beloved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Rumi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7501484953834958474?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7501484953834958474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7501484953834958474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7501484953834958474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7501484953834958474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SXkCADS3llI/AAAAAAAAAMY/GM7-gTUEptA/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1495120043551157845</id><published>2009-01-13T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWyHNGZOByI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Hm-rm97DiL8/s1600-h/124960175_ac76c538e7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290752321377928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWyHNGZOByI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Hm-rm97DiL8/s400/124960175_ac76c538e7_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Here is another way of finding inner peace: Become conscious of being conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Say or think "I Am" and add nothing to it.&lt;br /&gt;Be aware of the stillness that follows the I Am.&lt;br /&gt;Sense your presence, the naked, unveiled, unclothed beingness.&lt;br /&gt;It is untouched by young or old, rich or poor, good or bad, or any other attributes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1495120043551157845?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1495120043551157845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1495120043551157845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1495120043551157845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1495120043551157845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-is-another-way-of-finding-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWyHNGZOByI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Hm-rm97DiL8/s72-c/124960175_ac76c538e7_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-8662330272072655264</id><published>2009-01-06T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Secret is Silence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWNKtFXzE-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/A2OqI-cExqM/s1600-h/LightningVolt_Deep_Blue_Sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288152525859656674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWNKtFXzE-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/A2OqI-cExqM/s400/LightningVolt_Deep_Blue_Sea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Save your mentally manufactured tales of enlightenment-to-come for someone else's ears. The price to enter this love is your hope for a better future.We are not a crowd of beggars here. You and I have been down that long, twisted roadall the way to its end.Here we do not ask God for favors but instead celebrate the light in each other's eyes.So if you are ready to stop denying yourself your own beauty, you have come to the right place.Wake up now and praise this day when you realized that God's eyes are the ones you are looking out of, and into.Praise this day-and with each breath you takebe filled with the golden arc of love which announces the ending of your argument with God.Praise this day simply because it exists and sit down in the warm skin of your own lap; for you are home and it is time to rest in the merciful light of your own eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adyashanti "My Secret is Silence"www.adyashanti.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-8662330272072655264?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/8662330272072655264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=8662330272072655264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8662330272072655264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8662330272072655264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/secret-is-silence.html' title='&amp;quot;My Secret is Silence&amp;quot;'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SWNKtFXzE-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/A2OqI-cExqM/s72-c/LightningVolt_Deep_Blue_Sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7758786778647820351</id><published>2009-01-03T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where the heart is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8yzF3X0kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qlxAhaJNwg/s1600-h/home+is+where+the+heart+is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287000340885393986" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8yzF3X0kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qlxAhaJNwg/s400/home+is+where+the+heart+is.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The essence and the heart are the same.This home has nothing to do with any thought which is nothing to do with a concept, an idea or a belief. Simply this direct experience of our true nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moni Vangoolen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satsang Malaga 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7758786778647820351?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7758786778647820351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7758786778647820351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7758786778647820351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7758786778647820351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-is-where-heart-is.html' title='Home is where the heart is'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8yzF3X0kI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8qlxAhaJNwg/s72-c/home+is+where+the+heart+is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-473221216401359190</id><published>2009-01-03T10:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T17:07:52.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words on Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8rsMuGcjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Nk2Ijm0mx3M/s1600-h/dew+drop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286992525885076018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8rsMuGcjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Nk2Ijm0mx3M/s400/dew+drop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-473221216401359190?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/473221216401359190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=473221216401359190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/473221216401359190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/473221216401359190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-on-silence-by-charlotte-eaton.html' title='Words on Silence'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SV8rsMuGcjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Nk2Ijm0mx3M/s72-c/dew+drop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-578860811130834374</id><published>2008-12-20T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUy2MTdBt6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYmPogQ9now/s1600-h/lady+of+Silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUy2MTdBt6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYmPogQ9now/s400/lady+of+Silence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281796785495455650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady of Silence&lt;br /&gt;You are magnificent&lt;br /&gt;In your exuberant world&lt;br /&gt;Your path is free&lt;br /&gt;Your touch thrills into flowers&lt;br /&gt;Your trailing skirt&lt;br /&gt;sweeps the whirl of Dance&lt;br /&gt;Amoung the stars&lt;br /&gt;And your music is echoed&lt;br /&gt;from words I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and alone&lt;br /&gt;In this Stillness&lt;br /&gt;Lady of Silence&lt;br /&gt;You are a vision to behold&lt;br /&gt;A lonly blossom&lt;br /&gt;On the stem of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Rabindranath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-578860811130834374?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/578860811130834374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=578860811130834374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/578860811130834374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/578860811130834374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2008/12/lady-of-silence-you-are-magnificent-in.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUy2MTdBt6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/BYmPogQ9now/s72-c/lady+of+Silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-8513606117051137371</id><published>2008-12-20T09:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:11:13.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUyz4sA0ylI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1GXRfyKad9E/s1600-h/essence+of+Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUyz4sA0ylI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1GXRfyKad9E/s400/essence+of+Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281794249467415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I count my pennies&lt;br /&gt;Distraught over nothing&lt;br /&gt;Anxieties stifle me&lt;br /&gt;and I loose sight&lt;br /&gt;of my true being&lt;br /&gt;The essence of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rabindranath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tagore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-8513606117051137371?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/8513606117051137371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=8513606117051137371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8513606117051137371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8513606117051137371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2008/12/essence-of-love.html' title='Essence of Love'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SUyz4sA0ylI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1GXRfyKad9E/s72-c/essence+of+Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7610882477748576659</id><published>2008-09-06T20:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:52:25.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every moment, we're either extending love or projecting fear, and every thought takes us nearer to Heaven or hell. What will it take to make us remember that 'the ark is entered two by two,' that there is no getting into Heaven without taking someone with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Excerpted from A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7610882477748576659?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7610882477748576659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7610882477748576659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7610882477748576659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7610882477748576659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-moment-were-either-extending-love.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1565936481000164066</id><published>2008-09-06T20:35:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:53:30.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLPErdFT1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8FDdPRbTio/s1600-h/moonlight8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242980595503812434" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLPErdFT1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8FDdPRbTio/s400/moonlight8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;"&gt;"If moonlight does not flood the empty night sky and reflect in every drop of water, on every blade of grass, then you are only looking at your own empty dream. I say, Wake up! Then, your heart will be flooded with a Love tha&lt;span class="textexposedhide"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="textexposedshow"&gt;you cannot contain." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Century Gothic"; panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"   style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Si la luz de la luna no inundar el cielo nocturno vacío y reflejan en cada gota de agua, en cada brizna de hierba, entonces usted está buscando sólo a su propio vacío sueño. Digo, despertarse! Entonces, su corazón se inundó con una El amor que no se puede contener.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-TRAD"    style="font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:10;color:#000000;"&gt;Adya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/smarttagtype&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Century Gothic"; panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:swiss; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1565936481000164066?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1565936481000164066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1565936481000164066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1565936481000164066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1565936481000164066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2008/09/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLPErdFT1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/A8FDdPRbTio/s72-c/moonlight8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-6823326541661250204</id><published>2008-05-17T23:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:12:03.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is awe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SC9URz5ZF_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eULcohDMzUM/s1600-h/lps-2007-05maig-15-010d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SC9URz5ZF_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eULcohDMzUM/s400/lps-2007-05maig-15-010d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201468759601649650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where my father died I planted a seed which grew into a beautiful tree.My father grew into the tree,from which bore fruit. My father grew into the fruit.Birds came and ate from the fruit the birds became my Father......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-6823326541661250204?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/6823326541661250204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=6823326541661250204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/6823326541661250204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/6823326541661250204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-is-awe.html' title='Death is awe'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SC9URz5ZF_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/eULcohDMzUM/s72-c/lps-2007-05maig-15-010d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-5563057463136993460</id><published>2007-10-16T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T11:45:00.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcpMrELlXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XtfauA6uJrw/s1600-h/DSC03923_MT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcpMrELlXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XtfauA6uJrw/s400/DSC03923_MT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122608398852658546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoxrELlWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0KshfiPVBoY/s1600-h/DSC03938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoxrELlWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0KshfiPVBoY/s400/DSC03938.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607934996190562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rxcon7ELlVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/auqOTQUgx-0/s1600-h/DSC03937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rxcon7ELlVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/auqOTQUgx-0/s400/DSC03937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607767492466002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcogrELlUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TfBkUF0ia54/s1600-h/DSC03936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcogrELlUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TfBkUF0ia54/s400/DSC03936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607642938414402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoZ7ELlTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lwCWlQ4MNcs/s1600-h/DSC03935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoZ7ELlTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/lwCWlQ4MNcs/s400/DSC03935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607526974297394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoQ7ELlSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJiODn0sONU/s1600-h/DSC03934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoQ7ELlSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hJiODn0sONU/s400/DSC03934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607372355474722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoIrELlRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DAeNaMiSEYQ/s1600-h/DSC03933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcoIrELlRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/DAeNaMiSEYQ/s400/DSC03933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607230621553938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rxcn3LELlQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JMgMYx6Ha0U/s1600-h/DSC03922_MT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rxcn3LELlQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JMgMYx6Ha0U/s400/DSC03922_MT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122606929973843202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcnvLELlPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/exOAOgEMXJo/s1600-h/DSC03921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcnvLELlPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/exOAOgEMXJo/s400/DSC03921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122606792534889714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcnmrELlOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1sU_N4NWhuQ/s1600-h/DSC03920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcnmrELlOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1sU_N4NWhuQ/s400/DSC03920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122606646506001634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcncLELlNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ybUU957Qlyk/s1600-h/DSC03916_MT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcncLELlNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ybUU957Qlyk/s400/DSC03916_MT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122606466117375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxSMjrELlMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZhXRTiVa-aI/s1600-h/DSC03925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxSMjrELlMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZhXRTiVa-aI/s400/DSC03925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121873220710667458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;there is a field.  I'll meet you there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the soul lies down in that grass,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the world is too full to talk about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ideas, language, even the phrase &lt;i&gt;each other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;doesn't make any sense.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-5563057463136993460?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/5563057463136993460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=5563057463136993460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5563057463136993460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5563057463136993460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/10/out-beyond.html' title='Out Beyond'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RxcpMrELlXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XtfauA6uJrw/s72-c/DSC03923_MT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-3625216811544516633</id><published>2007-10-04T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:10:10.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>paradigm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTJs7ELlKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/COGlm8yq7OU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTJs7ELlKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/COGlm8yq7OU/s400/Copy+of+DSC_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117436850206381218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go beyond our senses to create a new paradigm.Our senses determine everything that exists in our world.But that doesn't necessarily mean the end of the world we have to embrace knowledge thats unconventional, thats in the unseen.And if we wire it in our brains first then what has always existed will now be seen by us thats the paradigm shift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-3625216811544516633?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/3625216811544516633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=3625216811544516633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3625216811544516633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3625216811544516633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-have-to-go-beyond-our-senses-to.html' title='paradigm'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTJs7ELlKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/COGlm8yq7OU/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-5472290975091879895</id><published>2007-10-01T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:16:29.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTLgLELlLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cxw0j9UESIQ/s1600-h/uk2002dl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTLgLELlLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cxw0j9UESIQ/s400/uk2002dl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117438830186304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts &amp;amp; their BROKEN PROMISES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much PAIN but still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BELIEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is GOOD out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We oppose DECEPTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conduit CLOSING."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-5472290975091879895?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/5472290975091879895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=5472290975091879895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5472290975091879895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5472290975091879895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/10/beware-bearers-of-false-gifts-their.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RwTLgLELlLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cxw0j9UESIQ/s72-c/uk2002dl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-6263900815054190838</id><published>2007-07-16T00:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:01:14.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Man is the baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rpqm-C0ibYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TUDBTmFItqk/s1600-h/Dakhla+%28455%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rpqm-C0ibYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TUDBTmFItqk/s400/Dakhla+%28455%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087562313907727746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;yearning for more than a blue day&lt;br /&gt;I enter your new life for me&lt;br /&gt;Burning for all the true day&lt;br /&gt;I welcome your new life for me&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me&lt;br /&gt;Set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Losing, it comes in a cold wave&lt;br /&gt;Of guilt and shame all over me&lt;br /&gt;Child has arrived in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The hollow triumph of a tree&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my falling knee&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me&lt;br /&gt;Bless my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me&lt;br /&gt;Set my spirit free&lt;br /&gt;Weakness sown, Overgrown&lt;br /&gt;Man is the baby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anthony and the Johnsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-6263900815054190838?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/6263900815054190838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=6263900815054190838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/6263900815054190838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/6263900815054190838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/07/man-is-baby.html' title='Man is the baby'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/Rpqm-C0ibYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TUDBTmFItqk/s72-c/Dakhla+%28455%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-131571296514377472</id><published>2007-05-22T21:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:01:56.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrow door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RlNSpiizu6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pAdfr_H_2Ss/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RlNSpiizu6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pAdfr_H_2Ss/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067484879322856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its been a while since I wrote anything here ...In fact a few months now ever since I went to see Moni and Thomas at a Satsang in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alicante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...I have been having many shifts in my life and made many decisions to. Most of you, who know me already, have been here whilst I made those changes.&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is one thing I would like to share and that is Stillness..Its a difficult to explain so Ill try my best ...It started with moments and then gradually they have intensified. Its as if there is a deepness about certain things not everything I see but certain things.In the rustling of tree's or even flags I see a flow, a gentle flow yet there is a peaceful aliveness about it as if it draws you towards it. I see it in the sea to , the slow movement of the currents swaying up and down. When I talk to certain people I get drawn towards there eyes as if there words are just lost but yet I understand them by just being there with them in stillness... In our world this may sound like complete madness, why would I want to stare at the sea for so long and be totally absorbed by it all. Its simple because Im already part of it.We see it as just the sea. “The continuous body of salt water covering most of the earth's surface, especially this body regarded as a geophysical entity distinct from earth and sky”.All labels , all form, a space that separates us from all things. Yet that space is what joins it and makes us one...There is an entrance here, if you want to call it that, a small and narrow space ...Matthew 7:13-14 “Go in through the narrow gate, because broad and spacious is the road leading off inot destruction, and many are the ones going in through it , whereas narrow is the gate and crampt the road leading off into life, and few are the ones finding it” &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Matthew 7:13~14 "Go in through the narrow gate, because broad and specious is the road leading off into destruction, and many are the ones going in through it, whereas narrow is the gate and crampt the road leading off into life, and few are the ones finding it.".....    &lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the Now, this moment. There are many signs pointing here to the Now. Its always been here it never leaves you. Think about it , there has never been a time when your life is not this moment, everything else leaves you. This moment doesn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-131571296514377472?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/131571296514377472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=131571296514377472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/131571296514377472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/131571296514377472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/05/narrow-door.html' title='The Narrow door'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RlNSpiizu6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/pAdfr_H_2Ss/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7313857906954541383</id><published>2007-03-11T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:21:01.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kite Junky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfhnNJmvvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Kco_uGr9Jvo/s1600-h/DSC_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfhnNJmvvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Kco_uGr9Jvo/s400/DSC_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041893258455661762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like being a fireman with kiting , you have to be on standby 24/24 waiting for the wind to come in.Then suddenly theres the call.You grab what you can, make a sandwich and rush off only to find the fires gone out!! It makes me crack this sport, always pending on the wind. Even so it was great to see all my kite buddies again, its been a while !! Only this time it was different, I felt so more alert and  conscious of what was going on. Like being an observer.Not with malice or judgment, yet from a higher level of love and comprehension . I really felt for these guys all gapping out at sea waiting for that extra shift of wind to come in.So desperate to get out there and feel the presence once again.Its an amazing feeling being out there with sea and the wind. Only this time I never hung around to wait as I used to, this time I knew that I didn't have to be out there to feel the stillness its with me all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego will always look for a way to not be present because we identify are selves with our minds,the more you are identified with your mind the more you suffer or you could say the more you honor or except the now the more you  are free of pain and suffering and free of the egoic mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cravings are the mind seeking salvation or fulfillment in external things and in the future as a substitute for the joy of Being. As long as I am my mind, I am those cravings, those needs, wants, attachments, and aversions, and apart from them there is no "I" except as a mere possibility, an unfulfilled potential, a seed that has not yet sprouted. In that state, even my desire to become free or enlightened is just another craving for fulfillment or completion in the future. So don't seek to become free of desire or "achieve" enlightenment. Become present. Be there as the observer of the mind. Instead of quoting the Buddha, be the Buddha, be "the awakened one," which is what the word buddha means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echart Toll "The Power of Now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7313857906954541383?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7313857906954541383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7313857906954541383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7313857906954541383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7313857906954541383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/03/kite-junky.html' title='Kite Junky'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfhnNJmvvMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Kco_uGr9Jvo/s72-c/DSC_0620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-3182332367689662678</id><published>2007-03-11T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:22:37.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfRwwZmvvKI/AAAAAAAAADw/V8V8hk7wuaI/s1600-h/alma_rumball1lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfRwwZmvvKI/AAAAAAAAADw/V8V8hk7wuaI/s400/alma_rumball1lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040777859743857826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a short film last night of an incredible women who in her late fifties for some unknown reason stared to draw.These paintings are so detailed and all have a magical aura about them.I really related to them and had quite a strong familiarity towards them, as if I had seen them before, cant seem to put my finger on it. &lt;a href="javascript:ol('http://www.almamatters.ca');"&gt;www.almamatters.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-3182332367689662678?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/3182332367689662678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=3182332367689662678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3182332367689662678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/3182332367689662678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/03/alma-drawings.html' title='Alma Drawings'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RfRwwZmvvKI/AAAAAAAAADw/V8V8hk7wuaI/s72-c/alma_rumball1lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-4569003937608613057</id><published>2007-02-01T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:20:44.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RcJaHC5R_nI/AAAAAAAAADk/UrTFIKgeexM/s1600-h/Christ+Happy+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RcJaHC5R_nI/AAAAAAAAADk/UrTFIKgeexM/s400/Christ+Happy+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026679211181604466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The happy Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Its amazing that just in four days you can have life&lt;br /&gt;changing experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have just come back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; with Anne Marie,We have&lt;br /&gt;just been on a personal development course in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Austria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; run by&lt;br /&gt;Tony and Nickki Vee.I have come back with a more positive&lt;br /&gt;approach on where I want to take my path.And the secret is&lt;br /&gt;to become at peace with yourself at this moment,the Now&lt;br /&gt;because it is the only moment that exists.Let me say it again&lt;br /&gt;:the present moment is all you ever have.There is never&lt;br /&gt;a time when your life is not "this moment".Is this not a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;I wouldn't even think about working it out you never will,&lt;br /&gt;you just know when you discover it.See the only gateway&lt;br /&gt;into the internal or into heaven what ever you want&lt;br /&gt;to call it is through this moment,the now.The secret&lt;br /&gt;is to realize this and except that this is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;When you practice this you will understand as the&lt;br /&gt;answers you have asked all your life will start fitting&lt;br /&gt;into place.We are all seeking and yet the doorway&lt;br /&gt;to what we seek is here,it always has been here&lt;br /&gt;and it has never left us.Think about it its the only&lt;br /&gt;thing that has never left us,everything else has,&lt;br /&gt;yet this moment hasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;To the ego, the present moment hardly exists.&lt;br /&gt;Only past and future are&lt;br /&gt;considered important. This total reversal of the&lt;br /&gt;truth accounts for the fact that in the ego mode&lt;br /&gt;the mind is so dysfunctional. It is always concerned&lt;br /&gt;with keeping the past alive, because without it -&lt;br /&gt;who are you? It constantly projects itself into the&lt;br /&gt;future to ensure its continued survival and to seek&lt;br /&gt;some kind of release or fulfillment there. It says:&lt;br /&gt;"One day, when this, that, or the other happens,&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be okay, happy, at peace." Even when&lt;br /&gt;the ego seems to be concerned with the present,&lt;br /&gt;it is not the present that it sees: It misperceives&lt;br /&gt;it completely because it looks at it through the eyes&lt;br /&gt;of the past. Or it reduces the present to a means&lt;br /&gt;to an end, an end that always lies in the mind-&lt;br /&gt;projected future. Observe your mind and you'll&lt;br /&gt;see that this is how it works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -179.6pt 2pt 7pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;The present moment holds the key to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -179.6pt 2pt 7pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;liberation. But you cannot find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -179.6pt 2pt 7pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="color:black;"&gt;the present moment as long as you are your mind. Eckhart Toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLDkYEutiK8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLDkYEutiK8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in -179.6pt 2pt 7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-4569003937608613057?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/4569003937608613057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=4569003937608613057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4569003937608613057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4569003937608613057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-house.html' title='The Happy House'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RcJaHC5R_nI/AAAAAAAAADk/UrTFIKgeexM/s72-c/Christ+Happy+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-4261647065338019775</id><published>2007-01-24T18:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:25:03.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El Padrino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbeR9AOIrII/AAAAAAAAADY/CqtpfzVLd1o/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbeR9AOIrII/AAAAAAAAADY/CqtpfzVLd1o/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023644386572414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased to have been asked to be Godfather to my best friends Kiko and Nadia's little baby boy Pablo.Im so proud of you beautiful people you are so much in my heart...A little strange walking into the same hospital where I watched my father die 3 years ago, yet there was a peace about it...My father adored Kiko I was happy that Pablo was born there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-4261647065338019775?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/4261647065338019775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=4261647065338019775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4261647065338019775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4261647065338019775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/el-padreino.html' title='El Padrino'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbeR9AOIrII/AAAAAAAAADY/CqtpfzVLd1o/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-5000050664814114773</id><published>2007-01-19T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T17:57:45.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>On my mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbePngOIrHI/AAAAAAAAADM/qhafXfad3lI/s1600-h/IMAGE_00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbePngOIrHI/AAAAAAAAADM/qhafXfad3lI/s400/IMAGE_00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023641818181971058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh mountains so high ,oh colors so bright and air so light. I hear you whisper. I feel your presence so great. I now, on top of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the world see the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Universe as it is .I open my arms and hold the grace , the silence that gives me the knowing, the secret we all look for, the door to the eternal….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="classmid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;Matthew 7:13~14 "Go in through the narrow gate, because broad and specious is the road leading off into destruction, and many are the ones going in through it, whereas narrow is the gate and crampt the road leading off into life, and few are the ones finding it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="classmid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-5000050664814114773?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/5000050664814114773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=5000050664814114773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5000050664814114773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/5000050664814114773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-my-mountain.html' title='On my mountain'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RbePngOIrHI/AAAAAAAAADM/qhafXfad3lI/s72-c/IMAGE_00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1473085583073082910</id><published>2007-01-16T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:58:53.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Signpost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RayFAJcyIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIjM99zzeRc/s1600-h/lord-shiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RayFAJcyIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIjM99zzeRc/s400/lord-shiva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020533922194399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop being the seeker as there is nothing to seek you have it all don’t try to work it all out, it just cant as it &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing that you see, hear or think is it ,nothing of the form is it.If you look for satisfaction through that which is ultimately yourself ,because all your satisfaction you can find is being totally yourself that is the true satisfaction that everybody is looking for through this and through that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a Upanishat anchiet scripture ….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not that which the eye sees but that whereby the eye can see&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know that alone to be Brama the eternal and not what people hear adore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not that which the ear hears but whereby the ear can hear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know that alone to be Brama the eternal and not what people hear adore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not that which the mind thinks &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but whereby the mind can think&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know that alone to be Brama the eternal and not what people hear adore&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It all points that it is not in the form&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not what people hear adore, it could even be the idea of god , think about it, and again that is not it.That what makes all perception possible, that what makes thought possible, that is the Eternal and where is that already hear as the essence as the now that’s what it is.The eternal that never leaves you.The Now.You are one with it.So the ultimate secret about now is that you are that, you are the Now.Of course you are it’s the onlt thing that has never left you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1473085583073082910?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1473085583073082910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1473085583073082910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1473085583073082910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1473085583073082910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/signpost.html' title='Signpost'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RayFAJcyIXI/AAAAAAAAADA/HIjM99zzeRc/s72-c/lord-shiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-1450262674997177710</id><published>2007-01-08T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:30:28.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaLFIJPO6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/zr01idAqCVM/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaLFIJPO6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/zr01idAqCVM/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017789678553590082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 90%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I love the Buddha's simple definition of enlightenment as "the end of suffering."&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing superhuman in that, is there? Of course, as a definition, it is incomplete. It only tells you what enlightenment is not: no suffering. But what's left when there is no more suffering? The Buddha is silent on that, and his silence implies that you'll have to find out for yourself. He uses a negative definition so that the mind cannot make it into something to believe in or into a superhuman accomplishment, a goal that is impossible for you to attain. Despite this precaution, the majority of Buddhists still believe that enlightenment is for the Buddha, not for them, at least not in this lifetime E.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-1450262674997177710?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/1450262674997177710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=1450262674997177710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1450262674997177710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/1450262674997177710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-buddhas-simple-definition-of.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaLFIJPO6UI/AAAAAAAAACw/zr01idAqCVM/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-8213656509166609064</id><published>2007-01-07T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:36:33.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean it up Johnny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaA405PO6SI/AAAAAAAAACc/jABa86wE0VY/s1600-h/jesus_with_kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaA405PO6SI/AAAAAAAAACc/jABa86wE0VY/s400/jesus_with_kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017072466259798306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well its about time we started cleaning up the mess !! If you had a choice between, sorrow and joy, hate or love, peace or war, well we all know the answer eh..! Then lets stop and surrender to the unconsciousness and live the consciousness live the”NOW” seeing that’s the only thing that’s real.Lets stop the noise in our heads, clean up the mess and live in peace and harmony. As Jesus said be the servant waiting for his master, don’t wait for the master to come. The master is that space between , that is where we have to be.Hey don’t worry I'm not turning into a born again Christian.I would never categorize myself or put a name tag on what I believe in. I love Jesus he was a beautiful man with an incredible message for all of us. I’m sure he never wanted his message to turn out the way it has.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember a great film called Angel Heart staring Robert de Niro and Micky Rourke.Well there was this scene where they are both sitting in a church. De Niro the devil claiming back a sold soul says with soft words whilst eating an egg..“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.(Karl Menninger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wait for God to answer our calls ..It especially made me think when I did the following exerciser… in how to discover your purpose in life Here’s what to do:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Take out a blank sheet of      paper or open up a word processor where you can type (I prefer the latter      because it’s faster).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Write at the top, “What is my      true purpose in life?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Write an answer (any answer)      that pops into your head. It doesn’t have to be a complete sentence. A      short phrase is fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Repeat step 3 until you write      the answer that makes you cry. This is your purpose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Mind came out like this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To help people&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To find god &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To teach &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To find the truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To find peace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To give love to the world&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To help others &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To become&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to feed the poor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to learn poetry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to write a book( at this point my phone rang and stopped don’t who know it was…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to wait for a call from god &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was very emotional and then I stopped and wondered , maybe I don’t have to wait for an answer for God as he is here all around, we are all one …When you live the now it opens the gate way I have had very small glimpses andI believe that here lies &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all the answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“To meet everything and everyone through stillness instead of mental noise is the greatest gift you can offer to the universe. I call it stillness, but it is a jewel with many facets; that stillness is also joy, and it is love.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Eckhart Toll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-8213656509166609064?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/8213656509166609064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=8213656509166609064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8213656509166609064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/8213656509166609064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/clean-it-up-johnny.html' title='Clean it up Johnny'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RaA405PO6SI/AAAAAAAAACc/jABa86wE0VY/s72-c/jesus_with_kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-4542036546652321788</id><published>2007-01-04T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:28:58.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Akiane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZ1Ux07smkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9GgumiYJW6k/s1600-h/Beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZ1Ux07smkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9GgumiYJW6k/s400/Beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016258774959954498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this beautiful little princess who paints pictures for God !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Imagine you are entering a garden&lt;br /&gt;and there grows your most beautiful&lt;br /&gt;white flower. When you come closer&lt;br /&gt;you see an ant. A small black ant.&lt;br /&gt;The blossom is my art, the ant is my&lt;br /&gt;poetry.&lt;br /&gt; “The white flower is the hope that you see in my art.&lt;br /&gt;The ant is work, suffering, and hardship that I write about&lt;br /&gt;in my poetry.&lt;br /&gt;“We cannot turn away from those who are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;That is why God wants me to show this.&lt;br /&gt;“Yet when you walk away from the flower,&lt;br /&gt;far enough, you see no black spot, just a beautiful blossom.”    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Akiane,age 9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.akiane.com/"&gt;http://www.akiane.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Marcos/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-4542036546652321788?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/4542036546652321788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=4542036546652321788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4542036546652321788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4542036546652321788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/akiane.html' title='Akiane'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZ1Ux07smkI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9GgumiYJW6k/s72-c/Beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-7880609852989231773</id><published>2007-01-04T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T19:57:32.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZw7WE7smeI/AAAAAAAAABI/RJ_KGP3s5Ck/s1600-h/JesusCamp%2520still4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZw7WE7smeI/AAAAAAAAABI/RJ_KGP3s5Ck/s400/JesusCamp%2520still4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015949335451179490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(253, 98, 47);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;The Global Great Divide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"What if a malignant version of some fear-laced "-ism" - " this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Truth&lt;br /&gt;is the only Truth and will prevail at any cost" - suddenly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rears its head for conquest and domination? Can the glass fiber &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infrastructure of the global village withstand terrorists fighting &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy wars or self-righteous crusades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of&lt;br /&gt;precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios&lt;br /&gt;remaining the same, it would look something like the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 Asians&lt;br /&gt;21 Europeans&lt;br /&gt;14 from the Western Hemisphere, both north and south&lt;br /&gt;8 Africans&lt;br /&gt;52 would be female&lt;br /&gt;48 would be male&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-white&lt;br /&gt;30 would be white&lt;br /&gt;70 would be non-Christian&lt;br /&gt;30 would be Christian&lt;br /&gt;89 would be heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;11 would be homosexual&lt;br /&gt;6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth and&lt;br /&gt;all 6 would be from the United States&lt;br /&gt;80 would live in substandard housing&lt;br /&gt;70 would be unable to read&lt;br /&gt;50 would suffer from malnutrition&lt;br /&gt;1 would be near death; 1 would be near birth&lt;br /&gt;1 (yes, only 1) would have a college education&lt;br /&gt;1 would own a computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Well I thought that the most important group to focus on was&lt;br /&gt;the part of society that is at a lower level. The part of our world&lt;br /&gt;that are less fortunate who live in between wars, poverty and&lt;br /&gt;starvation as this is the level that has the opportunity to destroy&lt;br /&gt;all the rest of humananity’s progress. When you look at Donella&lt;br /&gt;H. Meadows state of the village report, you realize that its not&lt;br /&gt;just the lower level but fanatics who believe in God’s war such&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“the Jesus Camp”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jesuscampthemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.jesuscampthemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;This has nothing to do with God , its only&lt;br /&gt;evil using Jesus’s message as a disguise, well thats my first thought&lt;br /&gt;when I saw the film.Then I looked at it through the pain that people go&lt;br /&gt;through, the frustration and anger. Who can we rely on? what is the solution.&lt;br /&gt;We all have the freedom of choice, but are choices.Are beliefs have so been&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in the quest for perfection.Only Fear is around us and it creates&lt;br /&gt;and destroys.&lt;br /&gt;The children and teachers forget one important message&lt;br /&gt;here,one that has been given to us over and over again.Its here right in&lt;br /&gt;front of us ,right on our doorstep, yet we are blind to see it words...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love for Enemies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;h5 style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" id="en-NIV-25166"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25167"&gt;28&lt;/sup&gt;bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25168"&gt;29&lt;/sup&gt;If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25169"&gt;30&lt;/sup&gt;Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25170"&gt;31&lt;/sup&gt;Do to others as you would have them do to you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25171"&gt;32&lt;/sup&gt;"If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' love those who love them. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25172"&gt;33&lt;/sup&gt;And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' do that. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25173"&gt;34&lt;/sup&gt;And if you lend to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' lend to 'sinners,' expecting to be repaid in full. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25174"&gt;35&lt;/sup&gt;But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25175"&gt;36&lt;/sup&gt;Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Judging Others&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-25176"&gt;37&lt;/sup&gt;"Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. &lt;sup style="font-weight: normal;" id="en-NIV-25177"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25178"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;He also told them this parable: "Can a blind man lead a blind man? Will they not both fall into a pit? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25179"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;A student is not above his teacher, but everyone who is fully trained will be like his teacher. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25180"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25181"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;How can you say to your brother, 'Brother, let me take the speck out of your eye,' when you yourself fail to see the plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;A Tree and Its Fruit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25182"&gt;43&lt;/sup&gt;"No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25183"&gt;44&lt;/sup&gt;Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25184"&gt;45&lt;/sup&gt;The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Wise and Foolish Builders&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25185"&gt;46&lt;/sup&gt;"Why do you call me, 'Lord, Lord,' and do not do what I say? &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25186"&gt;47&lt;/sup&gt;I will show you what he is like who comes to me and hears my words and puts them into practice. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25187"&gt;48&lt;/sup&gt;He is like a man building a house, who dug down deep and laid the foundation on rock. When a flood came, the torrent struck that house but could not shake it, because it was well built. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-25188"&gt;49&lt;/sup&gt;But the one who hears my words and does not put them into practice is like a man who built a house on the ground without a foundation. The moment the torrent struck that house, it collapsed and its destruction was complete."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;God save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; , God save us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-7880609852989231773?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/7880609852989231773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=7880609852989231773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7880609852989231773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/7880609852989231773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2007/01/jesus-camp.html' title='Jesus Camp'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RZw7WE7smeI/AAAAAAAAABI/RJ_KGP3s5Ck/s72-c/JesusCamp%2520still4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-4077277401077943642</id><published>2006-12-17T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:45:46.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Date with Destiny - it’s a beautiful day life will never be the same again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RYXIapnO5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DIdcsxRyEiw/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009630520692107234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RYXIapnO5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DIdcsxRyEiw/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asked me if I have been to heaven, my answer would be ‘yes sir’.&lt;br /&gt;Flying back from Date with Destiny, I was taken on a journey through the cosmos. I felt as if I was flying along space with no concept of time. I could feel the pure energy around me as the plane glided through the air, a rush of power and light cut by the wings of this gigantic machine. I felt like a Pharaoh, a king from ancient times, amazed and hypnotized by the power of it all, an experience that he would give his empire for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensation of the greatest drug “Gratitude”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so beholden for this incredible 6 day journey that I had accomplished. A voyage into my destiny, living the now the purest of now’s where you see the truth, the power, the glory, the heaven that we live in no past, no future, just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on a spiritual journey where destiny routed my map, there were no coincidences. It was just perfect, so many signs, so many messages all was absolute, all was one… Destiny pointed to me where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, God, for giving me a glimpse of the power of love that I own. It has put me on a quest, now I know where to go. I’m not lost anymore and that’s power. It’s a gift that I have been looking for all my life, yet it was here all the time, right here in my now…thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-4077277401077943642?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/4077277401077943642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=4077277401077943642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4077277401077943642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/4077277401077943642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/12/date-with-destiny-its-beautiful-day.html' title='Date with Destiny - it’s a beautiful day life will never be the same again'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RYXIapnO5-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/DIdcsxRyEiw/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-2846917733710459159</id><published>2006-12-03T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:30:08.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dahkla November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RXLRJUXZF-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_IrNm9zlt0/s1600-h/DSC02997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004292093977892834" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RXLRJUXZF-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_IrNm9zlt0/s320/DSC02997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RXLKAUXZF9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XRFPJ9TcNFA/s1600-h/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004284242777675730" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RXLKAUXZF9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XRFPJ9TcNFA/s320/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-2846917733710459159?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/2846917733710459159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=2846917733710459159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2846917733710459159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/2846917733710459159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/12/dahkla-november.html' title='Dahkla November'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/RXLRJUXZF-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_IrNm9zlt0/s72-c/DSC02997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-116417743969279301</id><published>2006-11-22T07:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:54:11.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wealth Mastery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/selfporB%26W.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/selfporB%26W.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel and see this thin line, like thin ice and I am under it all. The cold water surronds me under this layer.I feel the light the warmth that keeps me from going under into the darkness, into the blackness of this underworld.I am so close to the top, I can feel it with the tip of my fingers. The ice tingles and it almost crumbles. Its not hard anymore.I can almost ,yes feel my hand break through.Its incredible and beautiful my body soars with life,its no longer pulling me under anymore.I want to breakthrough,Im so close so close. I have had a glimse, a look at the power that we all hold within. Hold my hand and I will guide you through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-116417743969279301?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/116417743969279301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=116417743969279301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/116417743969279301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/116417743969279301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/11/wealth-mastery.html' title='Wealth Mastery'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-116058976171170537</id><published>2006-10-11T19:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:02:41.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>4en1 FIESTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/Invitation_email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/400/Invitation_email.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-116058976171170537?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/116058976171170537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=116058976171170537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/116058976171170537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/116058976171170537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/10/4en1-fiesta.html' title='4en1 FIESTA'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115891068480085615</id><published>2006-09-22T09:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T09:55:26.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here we are in Holland...Just popped over to see Anne maries sister get married ...What a great couple, really matched and they have a cool little kid called max who just doesnt stop laughing !!Its really strange that most of my long term friends are Dutch.My oldest friend is Robert Das who I have known for at least 15 years..Well he owns a small light aircraft and took us flying yesterday, what an experience it was awesome !!The weather has really been on our side so it really gave us a clear picture. And you really see how flat Holland is !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115891068480085615?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115891068480085615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115891068480085615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115891068480085615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115891068480085615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/09/holland.html' title='Holland'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115438341510329631</id><published>2006-08-01T00:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:06:41.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/brazil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki beach what madness!! Where money has no limit, a rich mans playground. Golden glittered crowds of the young rich who yet seek another thrill and spray 100-euro bottles of sparkly over the crowds. People watch while drenched with the smell of sweet wine, Russians, Indians Dutch all nationalities and ages, even children no more than 8 years old pour the golden liquid all over one another. It’s so extreme, the prices are sky-high and people pay with 100-euro bills. It’s a one off a must to be seen a circus, a spectacle something not to be missed. &lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was amazed by it all and definitely had a good time. Only there were moments that I felt part of the rich man’s filth, sucked into it by its glitter. A fantasy that you only see in the movies, but yet its real as real a Ethiopian dying of starvation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115438341510329631?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115438341510329631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115438341510329631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115438341510329631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115438341510329631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/08/illusion-beach.html' title='Illusion beach'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115438038624052845</id><published>2006-07-31T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:33:13.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/seagull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/seagull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; man looks at a dying bird and thinks there's nothing but unanswered pain. That death's got the final word, it's laughing at him. Another man sees that same bird, feels the glory, feels something smiling through it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115438038624052845?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115438038624052845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115438038624052845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115438038624052845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115438038624052845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-man-looks-at-dying-bird-and-thinks.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115437981140445131</id><published>2006-07-28T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:08:19.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/light2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/light2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This great evil. Where does it come from? How'd it steal into the world? What seed, what root did it grow from? Who's doin' this? Who's killin' us? Robbing us of life and light. Mockin' us with the sight of what we might've known. Does our ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you, too? Have you passed to this night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my soul. Let me be in you now. Look out through my eyes. Look out at the things you made. All things shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to live in all these many forms? You death that captures all.&lt;br /&gt;You to are the source of all that’s going be born. Your glory, mercy, peace, truth. You give a calm spirit..&lt;br /&gt;I understand its courage, the contented heart. Maybe all men have got one big soul who everyone is a part of. All face of the same man, one big self. Everybody is looking for salvation by himself. Each like a coal drawn by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin red line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115437981140445131?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115437981140445131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115437981140445131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115437981140445131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115437981140445131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-great-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115377108286866135</id><published>2006-07-24T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:31:00.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/flower.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/flower.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks I bet your wondering where I have been !! its been almost a month since I wrote anything about myself. Well a lot has happened and basically it all ties down that I have met someone, yep that’s right finally!! I really love  Anne Marie she so cool !! we are so much alike its unreal , like great friends, like I’ve known her for years ..Its so great that we are even living together, phew so fast!! But real fun we are inseparable..I feel that it all come together, all fitted in like a puzzle .The turmoil of building my house has almost come to an end and wow its was worth the hassle, I finally have a dream home and a dream girl to share it with it all real fun this new lease of life, we even planted a herb garden !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115377108286866135?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115377108286866135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115377108286866135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115377108286866135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115377108286866135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/07/anne-marie.html' title='Anne Marie'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115377091320456123</id><published>2006-07-19T21:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T23:05:59.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/nico.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/nico.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nico...love you and miss you too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a family. How'd it break up and come apart so that now we're turned against each other, each standing in the other's light? How'd we lose the good that was given us, let it slip away, scattered, careless? What's keeping us from reaching out, touching the glory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115377091320456123?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115377091320456123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115377091320456123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115377091320456123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115377091320456123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-nico.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115136123337140244</id><published>2006-06-27T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:33:53.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/ghosts03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/ghosts03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one thing is for sure that if you really fight for something that you truly desire you will find it ..hey the road is long sure , patience and time will only give you what you really desire , when you feel something deep inside than only you know the truth, so theres the turning point the question what every one asks themselves what is it? Where is it, whats missing and which road to I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.I know that someday I will find someone to share my life with I met someone tonight that I share close that dream only our reality is somewhat different …it feels so frustrating and desire kind of pulls you to someone you wish you could live that idea with…destiny is a strange one there seems to be a lot of coincidences along the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved……………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115136123337140244?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115136123337140244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115136123337140244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115136123337140244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115136123337140244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/06/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115127037889655167</id><published>2006-06-25T23:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:26:48.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moraga hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if my weekends are more intensive than during the week. In other words the intensity just laps over from responsibilities to pleasure , I just dont stop !! Ok well this one was San Juan “gran moraga” translated " party time on the beach" literally thousands celebrate the coming of the summer. It’s the custom to come and dip in the water at midnight. Well funny enough I end up organizing with Carlos one hell of a party .It was awesome and around 60 people turned up Bq, music and a 50 litre barrel of caipirinha was all included…well what I can say the night was intensive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I ended up having to drive to Huelva as I had organized to take my friend Pepe Garcia to participate  in a sports tournament for disabled people. Well the lack of sleep and a muffled head certainly didn’t help my state, yet conversation with  Pepe and chilling out to good music made the journey seem less strenuous ..Pepe has been a close friend of mine for 8 years now and unfortunately he is disabled .He is an incredible close friend I have so much respect for this man and truley admire the work he does to help people The trip was really rewarding as it was an eye opener to see all these disabled people performing all kinds of sports .Pepe won in his category “sling shot” and is now champion of Spain well worth the Journey.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend ended with some awesome kiting as when we got back the wind was up and we were blowing !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi lites of the week: meeting with Javier,Ghunter and Paul after not seeing them for almost 10 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115127037889655167?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115127037889655167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115127037889655167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115127037889655167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115127037889655167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/06/moraga-hangover.html' title='Moraga hangover'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-115013170171876644</id><published>2006-06-12T18:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T00:01:19.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuria Nuñez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0793.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0828cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0768.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/noelia%20nunez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/noelia%20nunez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day Sunday was awesome !! The wind was up and down at Los Monteros but when it kicked hey it was wicked . You really appreciate what kiting is all about when you get that magical&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wind hitting in , the whole power of it was just incredible. Its about time we had a good day as since I have been back from Venezuela the wind has been pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;I started off early as I had arranged to meet Nuria Nuñez for a photo session as Simon from Nomad hadnt any decent shots of her on this years style boards. Me and Steve (kiterush photographer) had prepared all the equipment and were ready prepared to get some great shots. Unfortunately she never turned to our disappointment and to Steve’s discontent as he was suffering from a hangover. But hey Steve got some awesome photos of me and Stuart gliding up and down and doing some jumps. Well done steve!! Great to have the kiterush team back from Morocco in one piece after such a long trail 4, 500 kms to be precise, phew what a journey a real killer but apparently worth the trek as Dakla was spectacular!! Well the day ended with the kites dropping out the sky as the wind suddenly would halt but a great BQ was waiting for us on the beach and cold beers to quench a great days riding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-115013170171876644?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/115013170171876644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=115013170171876644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115013170171876644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/115013170171876644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/06/nuria-nuez.html' title='Nuria Nuñez'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114945716995294787</id><published>2006-06-04T23:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:43:42.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the wheel</title><content type='html'>Man I love that song from The stones Roses Fools gold, Deni the drumer is just so layed back and into his drumming brilliant video.&lt;br /&gt;Well I blasted down to Marbella today listening to Dani California what a powerful song I was so filled with passion, what great drive down. The beach was packed with kiters busy busy busy. I can understand why, its just a brilliant sport …you are so in touch with the sea and the wind it’s a great sensation and you just switch off when you are out there. Well its been a while since ive written anything in my blog its been non stop with the house and business ,haven’t had a moment to even get my head together quite a bit of frustration and a few downers to , good job I listen to Tony boy &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/robbins_passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he really gaveme the boost again .One thing I have learnt this week is that I have been asking the wrong questions for example “why does this happen to me all the time” its such a negative question and the only answer you are going to get is “ because you’re a twat” well it’s a bit of a loop that one as it always come back to you ..so I’ve started asking “well what can I do to make this be&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/tony-arms-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tter” and add a little bit on by saying “and enjoy it at the same time” hey what a difference…well you can use this technique for almost any question it helps you resolve that problem believe me .I have always been into personal development and this guy uses a method which makes it interesting. Im also going to his seminars in Florida and San Diego this year big challenges and really looking forward to it as I can make a holiday of it to ..both places are great kite zones …..so hey Live with passion and have a great day……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114945716995294787?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114945716995294787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114945716995294787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114945716995294787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114945716995294787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/06/behind-wheel.html' title='Behind the wheel'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114854714851909865</id><published>2006-05-25T10:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:14:34.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiterush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Me checking the wind on "Plague Blanc" 60km of virgin beach , there are no hotels and no skyscrapers and you have to 4x4 80kms on&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;difficult terrain to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0620.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stewart taking in the Sun .Will miss you guys on this trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last my house has almost come to the end of the building. Its been almost 6 months now and the place is really taking shape. With a little luck I should be moving in this weekend as long as I get the floor painted asap.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a little stressful as it has been absolutely crazy here .Since I have come back from Venezuela work seems to have accumulated and has I have just had to back off a little has it has been too much…hey its so much better now phew got some things off my back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have had to cancel the trip to Morocco with kite rush. Stewart a little pissed off as he really wanted me to coordinate on this trip seeing that I have experience in 4x4 and now he’s basically on his own.(2000km down to Dackla) Hey anyway I spent the afternoon with him and its seems to be all cleared up and he is ok about going down as he also has the rest of the team with him. I too feel a little disappointed that I cannot go but I have to get my priorities right and unfortunately Morocco isn’t one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well got some great projects to look forward to and its going to be a great year I just know it. Im almost all booked up with Tony Robbins and will be attending events this year in Florida and San Diego. Right Im off to paint my floor !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114854714851909865?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114854714851909865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114854714851909865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114854714851909865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114854714851909865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiterush.html' title='Kiterush'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114808279145726133</id><published>2006-05-20T01:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T02:33:39.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter from the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you know when you connect to the past and remember moments that were special ,moments that meant something or were just a turning point. Its strange that October is a strange time for me , maybe because I was born then who knows: Im not really the one who believes in coincidences , but really too many have happend in that time of autum, when leaves fall, and the last of the summer has faded and winter takes its turning point. well the list is long and besides my birth date also someone really close to me died in this month and that was my father...Iknow theres still a few months until then but strangely enough I remebered. No direction home a turning point to someone special I had in my life and my son the two were directions that I took and now they are so far away.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someoneWho'lltake care of me When I die, will I go&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someoneWho'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;There's a ghost on the horizon When I go to bed How can I fall asleep at night How will I rest my head&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm scared of the middle place Between light and nowhere I don't want to be the one Left in there, left in there&lt;br /&gt;There's a man on the horizon Wish that I'd go to bed If I fall to his feet tonight Will allow rest my head&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping I will not drown Or paralyze in light And godsend I don't want to go To the seal's watershed&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someoneWho'll take care of me When I die, Will I go&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someoneWho'll set my heart free Nice to hold when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anthony and the Johnsons&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' thereWith silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lostI took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn."Come in," she said,"I'll give you shelter from the storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114808279145726133?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114808279145726133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114808279145726133' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114808279145726133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114808279145726133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/shelter-from-storm.html' title='Shelter from the storm'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114782404127533044</id><published>2006-05-17T01:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T02:00:41.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los culpables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los authenticos roqueros !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring: izquierda a derecha :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi la mas normal&lt;br /&gt;Javi a la orden maricon total&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Joe Rum Cubata&lt;br /&gt;Dani oh Dani ooo&lt;br /&gt;Arepa Meli y yo no me agobio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey gracias a todos a sido un buen viaje , hay que repetir.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114782404127533044?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114782404127533044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114782404127533044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114782404127533044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114782404127533044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/los-culpables.html' title='Los culpables'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114782199129216116</id><published>2006-05-17T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T01:36:35.063+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancelled flight</title><content type='html'>Well here in one piece after almost three days of traveling from Caracas . I blame it on these two below , Im sure there running away from something , I mean those glases there a giveaway , incognito brother and sister all a cover , Murphy Irish decent? Vidal Sassoon hairstylists? Vodaka and soda don’t even try it !!! Californians yep love them , well for about an hour then it just become a drooooone man !! Blog them that’s what I thought so heres to you guys !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0854.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0854.0.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0852.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok Caracas airport 13th May billboard flight cancelled !! I could of jumped with joy , I so much wanted to hit Caracas night life as Ive heard its great. Well wish came true . After being dropped off at the Melia hotel courtesy of air europa we grabbed taxi or should I say armored car , crime is rife around that neck of the woods, to the center of the mumbo jumbo of Caracas . Ive never seen so many miss worlds in one place !! Wel lafter being on an island for 6 days with only seeing your best mates girlfriends around you well it certainly made a nice change. We ended up going to a night club called Vintage . Well talk about pick of the crowd that is what literally happened . People were chosen by this rather shady looking , must have been the owner, guy who stood on the top of a staircase with a walky commanding his big boys who could enter in or not.And guesss who didn’t get chosen , none of us !! We luckily came across a Venezuelan girl who happened to like Spaniards who had a friend who could get us in . So after a stroll around some of the local bars looking for him we finally got in . This was certainly the place and it was alive people dancing to Merenge , salsa r&amp;amp;b u name it ….what a night… &lt;a href="http://venezuelangirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://venezuelangirls.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am back in Alhaurin, glad to be back and happy that to have had such a cool break and experience such pleasurable kiting in los Roques…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114782199129216116?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114782199129216116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114782199129216116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114782199129216116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114782199129216116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/cancelled-flight.html' title='Cancelled flight'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114713064231481694</id><published>2006-05-09T01:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:27:01.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>los roques</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there s only one way you can describe this place “Paradise” Here the sea is the colour of torqoise, you real feel a sence of nature . Being a natural park it is unspoilt by tourism. It is so peaceful and &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tranquil, you feel really laid back Venezuelan style “tropical”&lt;br /&gt;Kiting is excellent here, flat water, beautiful scenery .Every day is different as we are transported to other islands , and everyone is unique. Today we went to a small island that had no vegetation just white coral sand and sea all around. You really had the sensation of being shipwrecked especially when our only means of transport had left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey and of course there’s Alex el Flaco, our guide who is totally “tropical”!! he even wheres a t-shirt that says “live slow ” my what a disaster &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of a guy how did we even contract such a parrot face !&lt;br /&gt;Well today was kiting downwind which was quite scary as our rescue boat had broken down whilst we were out so we ended up with no support team, just 5 kite down winding. The scenery was amazing and fortunately everything went well for us 3 but not for the other guys.One ripped his kite on coral and the other guy broke his board in half. And of course there poor Meli, she is so stressed after being stranded in the recue boat when it broke down. But hey what a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;day I would change for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114713064231481694?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114713064231481694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114713064231481694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114713064231481694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114713064231481694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/los-roques.html' title='los roques'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114692143239694329</id><published>2006-05-06T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:49:06.083+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Isla del Coche</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Photo&lt;/strong&gt;: Aaron Hadlow in middle.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a relief to be here at last , quite a journey do get to Venezuela ...After 3 days of stress we have finally got into the holiday. Our arrival at Isla del Coche was our final stop and after such a long journey the accomadation that was provided was a bit of a disappointment. A small run down posada with corrugated roofing and the heat was tremendous!! Carlos and Meli were almost tearing each other apart as the stress of all the journey was getting them a little down. Isla del Coche is a desolated island with nothing but a small community of locals who seemed to be so laid back and&lt;br /&gt;you almost feel part of it "Tropical" !!! Of course the first thing we wanted to do is get kiting, so we dumped the bags and set off to the best location on the Island.&lt;br /&gt;As this beach was in a small cove it seemed strange as the wind was Easterly but the position of the beach was peculiar a s you would end up going up and down parallel to the beach. So you had to keep in as much as you could as you would end up out at sea, which in my case this is was happened ..I just could not get in, but I was determined .Everything seemed to be ok until I lost my board!! A local fishermen, who also makes a little business with rescuing stranded kiters asked if I needed help, and that for 15000 Bolivias (3 euros) he would take me back to shore. I was determined that I would get back on my own!! so determined , and without a board I saw another kiter , a russian girl who was being rescued. I asked if I could use her board and she kindly lent it to me. Happy that now I had transport I was set to get back to the beach. Unfortunately this was not the case as I was now right out at sea!!! After at least 2 hours of exhausting hard work, and wounds from the hundreds of Jelly fish that plague the coast I finally made it back to shore only to find that no one had rescued my board. The local fisherman who I saw earlier proposed to me if he wanted me to go and find my board , of course at the cost of 30 €. It took him literately 10 minutes to find it!!! Hey but I got to meet Aaron Hadlow nº 1 kiter in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The following day we head off to el Yaque , a popular spot for kiters and windsurfers. Here we checked into Hotel California , a relief from night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit here was a quick one as we had to fly to Los Roques on Sunday as there are only two flights a week limiting our trip as we would have liked to stay there a little longer and visit Isla Margarita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I met a Dutch Film crew who were making a documentary on the top four kiters in the world and they seemed really interested in doing the kite rush trip through Morroco so lets see with some luck this could be a real start for kite rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114692143239694329?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114692143239694329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114692143239694329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114692143239694329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114692143239694329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/isla-del-coche.html' title='Isla del Coche'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114651771243798140</id><published>2006-05-01T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:08:32.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just get sick of trying to explain myself over and over. I really need a break, a change . Im so pleased Im going back to Paradise, I can really breath on those Islands,free my thoughts and put my mind at ease. I really remember how it was so peacefuland and magical...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't drag me down&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're down&lt;br /&gt;And just cause you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me too&lt;br /&gt;And though you've found&lt;br /&gt;You need more than me&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;About being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's freedom without love&lt;br /&gt;And magic without love&lt;br /&gt;Magic without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;"Being there" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114651771243798140?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114651771243798140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114651771243798140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114651771243798140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114651771243798140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-just-get-sick-of-trying-to-explain.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114651671824598776</id><published>2006-05-01T22:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:51:58.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just get so sick of having to explain myself over and over, I so need a break !! Be glad to get away and breath a little.Try and get my head together, bring some fresh thoughts back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on't drag me down&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're down&lt;br /&gt;And just cause you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me too&lt;br /&gt;And though you've found&lt;br /&gt;You need more than me&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk to me&lt;br /&gt;About being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat's freedom without love&lt;br /&gt;And magic without love&lt;br /&gt;Magic without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;"Better things"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114651671824598776?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114651671824598776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114651671824598776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114651671824598776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114651671824598776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-just-get-so-sick-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114647345440583440</id><published>2006-05-01T10:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:52:05.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/PEPE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/PEPE1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Garcia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its May , the summer is getting closer ,I've been having a few lazy days on this bank holiday weekend. Well tomorrow is when we set off to Madrid to catch the plane to Caracas . Im so really looking forward to it I really need the break as I have had quite a bit of pressure around me lately ..Sometimes I just feel that I want to build a wall around my feelings and keep everyone out…but then I look out the window and look around me and realize that there are great things ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose(pepe) and Carmen’s wedding was great , they are such adorable people, so good hearted . Im so pleased that they have made the final step. They seem so perfect for each other..Pepe has always been a close friend of mine. I have always admired this man , we have been through thick and thin and he is always there..Its great to know that you have good friends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114647345440583440?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114647345440583440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114647345440583440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114647345440583440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114647345440583440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114624682207686100</id><published>2006-04-28T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:06:38.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Padre y Hijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/father.and.son_DIS%5B1%5D.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/father.and.son_DIS%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father &lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change, &lt;br /&gt;Just relax, take it easy. &lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault, &lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to know. &lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down, &lt;br /&gt;If you want you can marry. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy, &lt;br /&gt;To be calm when you've found something going on. &lt;br /&gt;But take your time, think a lot, &lt;br /&gt;Why, think of everything you've got. &lt;br /&gt;For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son &lt;br /&gt;How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again. &lt;br /&gt;It's always been the same, same old story. &lt;br /&gt;From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen. &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. &lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father &lt;br /&gt;It's not time to make a change, &lt;br /&gt;Just sit down, take it slowly. &lt;br /&gt;You're still young, that's your fault, &lt;br /&gt;There's so much you have to go through. &lt;br /&gt;Find a girl, settle down, &lt;br /&gt;if you want you can marry. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son &lt;br /&gt;All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside, &lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. &lt;br /&gt;If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them you know not me. &lt;br /&gt;Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. &lt;br /&gt;I know I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Stevens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114624682207686100?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114624682207686100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114624682207686100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114624682207686100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114624682207686100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/padre-y-hijo.html' title='Padre y Hijo'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114594506865537925</id><published>2006-04-25T08:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:19:05.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Man is the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/012604-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/012604-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for more than a blue day &lt;br /&gt;I enter your new life for me &lt;br /&gt;Burning for the true day &lt;br /&gt;I welcome your new life for me &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me &lt;br /&gt;Set my spirit free &lt;br /&gt;Losing, it comes in a cold wave &lt;br /&gt;Of guilt and shame all over me &lt;br /&gt;Child has arrived in the darkness &lt;br /&gt;The hollow triumph of a tree &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss my falling knee &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me &lt;br /&gt;Bless my destiny &lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, Let live me &lt;br /&gt;Set my spirit free &lt;br /&gt;Weakness sown, Overgrown &lt;br /&gt;Man is the baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and the Johnsons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114594506865537925?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114594506865537925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114594506865537925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114594506865537925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114594506865537925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-is-baby.html' title='Man is the Baby'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114574199327449376</id><published>2006-04-22T23:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T23:47:29.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/los%20roques.JPG1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/400/los%20roques.JPG1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well from one magical place to another !! I have just made a booking to an island where I have already had the pleasure to visit, a place where I have never seen the Milky Way so clear, no city lights, a million stars in the middle of the Caribbean. When you splash the sea at night its sparkles like glitter its so full of life...Pelicans lunge into a turquoise sea to a vast population of fish, its incredible ...these islands are unique, these islands are Los Roques in Venezuela. An untouched paradise and Im going again in a weeks time ..Javier and Carlos will be joining me and of course Kiting is definitely on the a gender .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/sharkl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/sharkl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114574199327449376?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114574199327449376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114574199327449376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114574199327449376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114574199327449376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/paraiso-azul.html' title='Paraiso Azul'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114539194288288246</id><published>2006-04-18T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:51:08.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarifa Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/tarifa%2011_RT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/tarifa%2011_RT8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how far Bolonia is to Tarifa Pueblo  but down winding was awesome. I have never experienced such a pleasant ride , I really felt I was in touch with Nature. There was no one along the shores towards Tarifa. Turqouise sea and rock formations followed me as I sailed through this small paradise. What is it about this magical place It was just the wind and me ..I was so much in touch with my father I felt his presence and so missed him .I imagined him when he was a young sailor crossing that great sea…and here we are kite, board wind and nature what a thrill...thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People from all over the world have passed through this village, son," said his father. "They come in search of new things, but when they leave they are basically the same people they were when they arrived. They climb the mountain to see the castle, and they wind up thinking that the past was better than what we have now. They have blond hair, or dark skin, but basically they're the same as the people who live right here." &lt;br /&gt;"But I'd like to see the castles in the towns where they live," the boy explained. &lt;br /&gt;"Those people, when they see our land, say that they would like to live here forever," his father continued. Pablo Caelho-The Alcemist&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“this is our last embrace &lt;br /&gt;must i dream and always see your face &lt;br /&gt;why can't we overcome this wall &lt;br /&gt;well, maybe it's just because i didn't know you at all”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/Spleen_and_Ideal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/Spleen_and_Ideal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well kitten looks like we got over it !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114539194288288246?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114539194288288246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114539194288288246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114539194288288246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114539194288288246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/tarifa-magic.html' title='Tarifa Magic'/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114478671449677734</id><published>2006-04-11T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:35:56.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/6935_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/6935_s.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know I really cant stand listening to bank managers, phew he really had made an effort to come and visit and I was bored out of my friggin mind …hmm getting a little worried as  I also seem to have this obsession with my accountant she reminds me of a big fat  toad !! I swear she seems to be getting bigger everyday, must be around the 100 kilos mark by now, poor girl how could I be so cruel . I just cant understand why people let themselves get that way especially when her mother has had the same problem, shes 50 and having a triple by pass!!! Ok that’s enough ..you can guess I had a stressful morning..&lt;br /&gt;Hey the house is coming on , cant believe I will be living there again its been 5 months since I  started and it just seems to go on 4 ever….The builders must be going crazy with me as I keep changing it all the time…&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have a lot on my mind, so much to focus on and resolve and just cant seem to get on with it at the moment …I just feel that I don’t want any of that crap and just live my day with a bit of peace of mind , seems to be working fine at the mo, so one step at the time I suppose..No word from Nico still, even though I sent an email to his mum , no response from that either..Hey kid miss you what ever you are doing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets get to the best part…she’s great Im so into her I cant believe that its working so well hardly know her and Im off taking her on a family weekend it as if Ive known her for decades quite strange, even went shopping with her today!! Thanks Kristina for being my friend your really special big kiss....suudlus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114478671449677734?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114478671449677734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114478671449677734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114478671449677734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114478671449677734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-you-know-i-really-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114470082432653411</id><published>2006-04-10T20:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:00:56.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/power%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/power%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ....had a bit of a late one last night had the strangest of dreams! was contemplating if I should share this with the world, well I suppose dreams are quite special so here it is: Well I really was absorbed by this beautiful being, like a mermaid, an angel, imagine that feeling of being totally absorbed...all I could see was her Silhouette, outlined by the light of the moon coming in from the skylight. her skin was soft and her curves were strong she lay naked supporting her head on her elbow and then she smiled...she gazed at me and spoke to say "Cherish your vision and your dreams as they are the children of your soul, your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet...When I woke she was gone ,I rubbed my eyes and all I saw were people around me ,a cafe with the smell of black coffee which awakened my senses and still it was dark outside ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114470082432653411?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114470082432653411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114470082432653411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114470082432653411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114470082432653411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/my.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114453717083243962</id><published>2006-04-09T00:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:59:30.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been one of those nights again , dam mosis kept me up. After having a great night and getting in  little late the sound of buzzing in your ear at half six well isnt the sweetest of sounds..but anyway this time I got the little runt but by that time of course I was wide awake and dreading what my day would be like after lack of sleep. I had arranged to meet Kristina an Estonian sweet little angel and her eight year old son who will definately be a great kiter with a little more practise. Headed to Los Monteros and yes the wind was up and an afternoon session was in full course once again..Ended up the evening with Kristina chating and listening to some local guys on the next table chanting away in Spanish Cante..&gt;Shes a great girl , really sweet, adorable and she should keep away from monsters like me grrrr,as I eat Estonians for breakfast hope you read this before its too late..9/10 day the less one is for the lack of sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114453717083243962?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114453717083243962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114453717083243962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114453717083243962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114453717083243962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-one-of-those-nights-again-dam.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114445442823764295</id><published>2006-04-08T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:08:07.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Friday was another great day !! didnt really achieve much in the morning a little unorganised but hey guess what, did more kiting in the afternoon and today it really made up for the rest superb !!!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was awesome to, went out with Cune, Angelique,sussie, Jessica, sis and Faulker to a great restaurant in Alhaurin . A place where I have been meaning to go for a while as Ana Marie works there a girl with such beautiful eyes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Fish eagle . I took it whilst in Botswana Okavango Delta last year ..for me this represents freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you click  on the pic you will see the power this eagle represents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114445442823764295?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114445442823764295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114445442823764295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114445442823764295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114445442823764295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-friday-was-another-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114434890178572565</id><published>2006-04-06T16:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:48:51.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0420.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0420.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great day much better then yesteday phew a decent nights sleep makes wonders!!!Well the morning was pretty productive !! bank negotiating , not what I love I must admit but hey you really learn how banks work...A word of advice go around get the best deal and play hard...they all want your money at the end of the day.. Well guess what wind picked up, down to Los Alamos and not bad , little gusty but hey was out there for a while ..ah man I love this sport..Well to sum it all up had a suprise email lets see.!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114434890178572565?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114434890178572565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114434890178572565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114434890178572565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114434890178572565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/great-day-much-better-then-yesteday.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114426846896585717</id><published>2006-04-05T22:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:22:41.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0449.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/200/DSC_0449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undefined ....&lt;br /&gt;Well what a productive day that was......!!! I really do need my sleep , Im just all over the place when Im tired...I had two appointments today and both them I forgot. Spent the afternoon down at los Alamos as Poniente came in from the west and phew was it blowing.It was survival out there, gusty as hell ,I was all over the place I thought for one moment i had forgotton to kite!!!So there u have it..Dam mosquitos !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114426846896585717?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114426846896585717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114426846896585717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114426846896585717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114426846896585717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/undefined.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114422411469871621</id><published>2006-04-05T10:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:10:24.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/flower%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: all; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/160/flower%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for you &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nuevaplika!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114422411469871621?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114422411469871621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114422411469871621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114422411469871621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114422411469871621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-for-you-nuevaplika.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114421385033703079</id><published>2006-04-05T07:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T07:10:50.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok you can tell the summer is getting closer , mosy's are eating me alive !! Ive been up since 5.30 my god im shattered. Hey but this is a great time to catch up , I have a few things pending so what a perfect time. One thing I have managed to sort out which has been on my priority list for a while is the course Im doing in Florida... Time is getting close, but at least I have managed to get a place with Sophie and Marco in Daytona , that should be a crack as they live on the beach and the kiting is aparently awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;My house has is slowly coming on , my god its been 5 months already !! I have been living in a kind of luxery retirement home which is great dont get me wrong , I have a gym and pool two fllors under which has great to keep in form.Hey but I wanta get out of here now its a little like a rehab with all those long passages....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114421385033703079?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114421385033703079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114421385033703079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114421385033703079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114421385033703079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-you-can-tell-summer-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114416713202746340</id><published>2006-04-04T17:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:27:34.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/1600/DSC_0113.JPGnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1335/2651/320/DSC_0113.JPGnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114416713202746340?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114416713202746340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114416713202746340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114416713202746340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114416713202746340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25379278.post-114416473340726784</id><published>2006-04-04T17:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T17:32:13.423+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here I am , yep still in one piece after 40 years of combat !! been a bit of a strugle but boy have I done a few things..maybe I should write abook someone once said to me..Id have to do a few english lessons as my grammer is shite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25379278-114416473340726784?l=marcoscortes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/feeds/114416473340726784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25379278&amp;postID=114416473340726784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114416473340726784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25379278/posts/default/114416473340726784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marcoscortes.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-here-i-am-yep-still-in-one-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>marcos cortes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lA97Ga8BOnw/SMLR6UpFzCI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hiZouDPG4-Y/S220/Aug06%2344aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
