tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42796176661975275372012-02-10T05:18:38.602-08:00rebel-heartswhere do rebel hearts go for a stroll?Elinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213543171547065214noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279617666197527537.post-28564994569378241432012-02-10T05:10:00.000-08:002012-02-10T05:18:38.606-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7bah4CNuuU/TzULhHTDZcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Nhbe0Wb9Uvs/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7bah4CNuuU/TzULhHTDZcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Nhbe0Wb9Uvs/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><br /><strong>The Friendship heart.</strong><br /><br />Some time ago, two girls lived in the Country of the Rising Heart. With chopsticks they stirred hot cups of future visions. Down they cliff dived in plates filled with white illusions. One of them was born today, twenty nine earth years already flown away. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279617666197527537-2856499456937824143?l=rebel-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213543171547065214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279617666197527537.post-37375413959740093622012-02-09T02:48:00.000-08:002012-02-10T02:00:45.474-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFOXStuOkNo/TzOoGi8elWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0oo5lfY4-_4/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fFOXStuOkNo/TzOoGi8elWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0oo5lfY4-_4/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" width="287" /></a></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">The trapped hearts.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Most hearts get trapped in the exhausting give and take of human relationships. Enough with this shit. Today is freedom. Today, hearts got trapped by choice. Heartless people will try to locate their missing hearts in vain. Because the tree they chose to rest on doesn't even exist. </span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279617666197527537-3737541395974009362?l=rebel-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213543171547065214noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279617666197527537.post-52572074957345820162012-02-08T03:55:00.000-08:002012-02-10T02:35:56.219-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/OZ_iM1At7UA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ_iM1At7UA&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZ_iM1At7UA&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">The balloon heart.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Once upon a time there lived a balloon with a heart. And if you don't believe it, that's just because you've grown too old.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4279617666197527537-5257207495734582016?l=rebel-hearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Elinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02213543171547065214noreply@blogger.com0