tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25420613553305433022011-04-21T17:19:48.701-07:00ACERCÁNDOSE POCO A POCO A LA LUNALondon's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-20502926267453725692008-04-25T07:35:00.000-07:002008-06-20T15:01:47.024-07:00I have come out of hibernation... at last! The blog will be updated on a regular basis as from now on.<br />It is now 2 of us working on this project.<br />Please note that comments have been desactivated. Do not hesitate to email us!<br />Thanks,<br />London's Suns.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-2050292626745372569?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-79636050354176496632007-10-19T17:03:00.000-07:002008-04-25T08:43:57.363-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Si fuese por tí, me quedaría,<br />Sobreviviendo en la nostalgia<br />Del amor perdido que sigue vivo,<br />Ahogado en el abismo que has creado.<br /><br />Si fuese por mí, no me iría,<br />Y cada vez que te veo,<br />Arranco una estrella del cielo,<br />Hasta que la noche sea inmaculada.<br /><br />A tu isla me fuí y allí me quedé,<br />A tu isla viajé y con ella soñé,<br />Sentado en su arena blanca,<br />Sentía tus especias en la tarde oscura.<br /><br />Tantas estrellas, como los días sin verte,<br />Tanto espacio como el que nos divide,<br />Tanto amor desaprovechado,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tanto esfuerzo para el olvido.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-7963605035417649663?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-48824277250399684802007-10-05T05:24:00.000-07:002007-10-27T07:22:35.830-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">This is by no means a political blog, and I don't intend to promote any political views on this blog. However, when citizens of my home country are being arrested merely because of their political orientation, I feel I have a duty to inform and condemn those who don't want to give peace a chance in the Basque Country.<br /><br />It is happening now, in western Europe...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_q2108JkNIE"><strong>Plea for Peace</strong></a> by Imanol<br /><br />Anyhow, más diálogo, menos odio!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-4882427725039968480?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-73933677469916959242007-09-18T18:47:00.000-07:002007-10-19T19:32:20.881-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Ce vague souvenir qui se transforme en rêve de bonheur,<br />Cette lueur nocturne qui illumine mon cœur,<br />Nostalgie passagère ou folle utopie,<br />C’est l’amour qui revit.<br /><br />Tel un oiseau perdu dans la tempête,<br />Cet amour divague au gré des vents,<br />Tentant de mourir mais toujours impuissant,<br />Son décés signifierait ta perte.<br /><br />Mais le Soleil viendra après l’orage,<br />Cet astre céleste éteindra ma rage<br />Et nourrira ces sentiments intemporels.<br /><br />Point d’orgue de longues saisons d’espérance,<br />Sa concrétisation sera une délivrance<br />Et nos ailes s’uniront à l’infini.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-7393367746991695924?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-35690426909011431092007-09-18T18:25:00.001-07:002007-09-18T18:39:05.975-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">La douleur traverse ton corps.<br />Ton existence souffre.<br />Ta vie n’est plus qu’un trait<br />S’achevant par la Mort.<br /><br />D’où vient ce rêve ?<br />Cette envie de l’atteindre ?<br />Quel chemin prendre ?<br />Sans tomber dans le piège.<br /><br />Tous tes désirs semblent inaccessibles,<br />Tu te sens prisonnier, sans raison de vivre.<br />Comment se libérer ?<br />Où se trouve la solution ?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-3569042690901143109?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-91380990811513689372007-08-03T04:44:00.000-07:002007-10-19T15:23:49.474-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/Rr3URNlLtSI/AAAAAAAAACU/j_m-7GPAFPc/s1600-h/biz4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097463745421751586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/Rr3URNlLtSI/AAAAAAAAACU/j_m-7GPAFPc/s200/biz4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/Rr3UAdlLtRI/AAAAAAAAACM/yS9qT0s39iA/s1600-h/biz4.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/Rr3TGNlLtQI/AAAAAAAAACE/VZgGv_vyvoM/s1600-h/biz4.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I am a patient boy<br />I wait, I wait, I wait<br />My time is like water down the drain<br />Everybody's moving, everything is moving<br />Please don't leave me to remain<br /><br />In the waiting room<br /><br />I don't want the news<br />I am not part of it<br />I don't want the news<br />I have no use for it<br />Sitting outside of town<br />Everybody's always down<br />Because...<br />They can't get up<br /><br />But I don't sit idly by<br />I'm planning a big surprise<br />I am going to fight for what I want to be<br />I won't make the same mistakes<br />Because I know how much time that wastes<br />Function is the key<br /><br />In the waiting room<br /><br /><em>Song by Fugazi, photo by Xabi (<a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.xabibe.canalblog.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color:#000000;">www.xabibe.canalblog.com</span></a>)</em></span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-9138099081151368937?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-19329374732898731292007-07-30T05:23:00.000-07:002007-07-30T11:21:49.442-07:00<a href="http://www.ingmarbergman.se/">www.ingmarbergman.se</a><br /><a href="http://www.ingmarbergmanfoundation.com/">www.ingmarbergmanfoundation.com</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-1932937473289873129?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-31728296908462066132007-07-26T05:06:00.000-07:002007-07-28T12:23:37.628-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiS4NlLtOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-mtIOie8qs/s1600-h/London+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091480873158292706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiS4NlLtOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/c-mtIOie8qs/s200/London+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiS5NlLtPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jb13zpyPcWQ/s1600-h/London+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091480890338161906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiS5NlLtPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jb13zpyPcWQ/s200/London+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPNtlLtKI/AAAAAAAAABU/HVQVArxGTHo/s1600-h/London+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476844478968994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPNtlLtKI/AAAAAAAAABU/HVQVArxGTHo/s200/London+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPONlLtLI/AAAAAAAAABc/HNyPgJxqKjk/s1600-h/London+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476853068903602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPONlLtLI/AAAAAAAAABc/HNyPgJxqKjk/s200/London+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPOtlLtMI/AAAAAAAAABk/N5vhDcJsl7Y/s1600-h/London+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091476861658838210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPOtlLtMI/AAAAAAAAABk/N5vhDcJsl7Y/s200/London+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqiPPNlLtNI/AAAAAAAAABs/JZAc12YtntY/s1600-h/London+018.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-3172829690846206613?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-67487232794780953922007-07-23T14:18:00.000-07:002007-07-28T17:30:09.353-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Courir pour rattraper son passé,<br />Vouloir à tout prix s’attacher,<br />Aimer un fantôme, aimer une image,<br />Ta présence d’autrefois n’est plus qu’un mirage.<br /><br />Essayer d’oublier, essayer d’effacer,<br />Les sentiments sont là, enracinés.<br />Ils ont érigé leur oriflamme de vainqueurs,<br />Après avoir gravi les pentes abruptes de mon cœur.<br /><br />Fiers triomphateurs de l’être humain,<br />Ils se présentent à moi tels des souverains,<br />Et ma conscience est alors opprimée.<br /><br />Tenant les rênes de mes émotions,<br />Mon esprit n’est plus que soumission,<br />Et ma vie n’est plus que fatalité.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-6748723279478095392?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-16378151757662282172007-07-23T10:26:00.000-07:002007-07-23T10:54:06.385-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Mi veni a menti, quannu di matina,<br />ccu lu suli affacciatu di livanti,<br />c'ancora si videva l'acquazzina<br />riddutta comu sbrizzi di brillanti.<br /><br />Ju caminava, e camina camina<br />passannu di lu ciumi ranti ranti,<br />l'ummira mia 'ntra l'acqua cristallina<br />m'era cumpagna e mi tirava avanti.<br /><br />Quannu tra canni e salici arrivai,<br />l'ummira mia si spersi frunni frunni<br />e senza cumpagnia sulu ristai.<br /><br />Dicennu: Rosa venimi e mi trovi<br />macari ca ti parru e non rispunni<br />macari ca pri l'ummira ti movi.<br /><br /><br /><br />It comes to mind, when of a morning<br />the sun peeks from the east,<br />and the morning dew is still visible<br />like irridescent diamond droplets.<br /><br />I'd walk, and walk and walk<br />following along the river's edge,<br />my shadow in the crystal clear water<br />companioning me, pulling me along.<br /><br />When I'd reach the reeds and willows,<br />my shadow would be lost within theirs<br />and I'd be left alone, companionless.<br /><br />I'd call out: Rosie, come and find me<br />even though I speak to you unanswered<br />even though you need sidestep the shadow.<br /><br /><em>from "Natura 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqTW6NlLtDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/86jF-hLIzRU/s200/London+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqTV29lLtCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RP___GS14AY/s1600-h/London+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090428619055674402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U0U8GbQhuMY/RqTV29lLtCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/RP___GS14AY/s200/London+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-7534896494835917022?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-42479548130611138782007-07-23T08:39:00.001-07:002007-07-23T10:53:12.146-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Ton corps,<br />Montagnes que je croyais hier infranchissables,<br />Est aujourd’hui mon jardin, mon refuge.<br /><br />Depuis que j’y ai planté mon drapeau,<br />Je ne me lasse de découvrir chacune de ses facettes,<br />Parois lisses et parfumées.<br /><br />J’aime respirer la brise de ton souffle<br />Et profiter des éclats de ton regard<br />Ainsi que des milles reflets de tes cheveux d’or.<br /><br />Tu es mon sommet,<br />Tu es ma fleur,<br />Tu es la vie que je veux protéger.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-4247954813061113878?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-7546468252111898882007-07-23T08:22:00.000-07:002007-07-24T11:58:30.284-07:00<a href="http://www.flagsonline.it/Bandiere/bangrandi/sicilia-eco.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.flagsonline.it/Bandiere/bangrandi/sicilia-eco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">When life has become too tortuous to make any kind of decision,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> When fear has taken over,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">When you feel so lost,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">When you don't know who you are anymore,</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Listen to your heart.</span></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-754646825211189888?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2542061355330543302.post-81475085303059609462007-07-23T07:49:00.000-07:002007-07-23T12:41:32.780-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Tal un sueño que no se realizará,<br />O una presencia que siento cercana.<br />No existes pero te quiero,<br />Tu olor me rodea, estás a mi lado.<br /><br />Te veo aunque te digan invisible. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">En una isla que nadie conoce,<br />Allí nos vimos, nunca te olvidaré,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Siempre mi vida será tu viaje.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2542061355330543302-8147508530305960946?l=londonssun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>London's sunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12767074602960166487noreply@blogger.com0