<?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-2088452591751373808</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:59.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dragos ionel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-5244635055486112834</id><published>2012-02-15T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:43:53.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>horizon</title><content type='html'>enlightened horizon&lt;br /&gt;what a pity&lt;br /&gt;sleepy birds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-5244635055486112834?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5244635055486112834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5244635055486112834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/02/horizon.html' title='horizon'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6215570897625874441</id><published>2012-02-13T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:49:25.988-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know little</title><content type='html'>I know not&lt;br /&gt;What I am doing here&lt;br /&gt;Nor where I come from&lt;br /&gt;Where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just follow you&lt;br /&gt;Going in your&lt;br /&gt;Shadow&lt;br /&gt;Is enough&lt;br /&gt;For me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6215570897625874441?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6215570897625874441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6215570897625874441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/02/i-know-little.html' title='I know little'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6484418191462351318</id><published>2012-02-06T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T13:57:10.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia and White Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRt4sJFkqIQ/TzAiVCmWjwI/AAAAAAAAEj0/zfok5Jzpncs/s1600/TheWhiteAngelCoverPage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRt4sJFkqIQ/TzAiVCmWjwI/AAAAAAAAEj0/zfok5Jzpncs/s320/TheWhiteAngelCoverPage.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The saga continues!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out more about the girl from &lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-little-star" target="_blank"&gt;Alicia and Little Star&lt;/a&gt;, about her journey towards the meaning of life. Her life and yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-white-angel" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alicia and White Angel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the story of Alicia and her adventures to find her true destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her search, Alicia has an amazing companion: &lt;b&gt;White Angel&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there all the time to provide assistance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is there to help her find herself. (&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-white-angel" target="_blank"&gt;more)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Preface&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a very little girl, and still slept in a cot, I used to have a recurrent dream which I remember to this day. It went like this: I was in a beautiful, golden, shining place, and somehow all the others there had bodies of light – they were almost like stars. (&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-white-angel#preface" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Linda Williams (author of the fantasy trilogy, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=The+Awakening+of+Navi+Septa&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;The Awakening of Navi Septa&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviews:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alicia and White Angel” introduces a new, deeper perspective of Little Star's self-discovery journey from “Alicia and Little Star”. (&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-white-angel#reviews" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Kastellorizios (USA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alicia and White Angel” is another precious and delicate little story destined to win the hearts of readers. (&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/alicia-and-white-angel#reviews" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rabi Ghosh (India)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6484418191462351318?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6484418191462351318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6484418191462351318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/02/alicia-and-white-angel.html' title='Alicia and White Angel'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IRt4sJFkqIQ/TzAiVCmWjwI/AAAAAAAAEj0/zfok5Jzpncs/s72-c/TheWhiteAngelCoverPage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-7505113881161144208</id><published>2012-02-03T14:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:07:22.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>The news distribution is broken&lt;br /&gt;Each piece is about other people&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care? Why would I care?&lt;br /&gt;I would like the news to be only&lt;br /&gt;About me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I do yesterday&lt;br /&gt;How many steps forward&lt;br /&gt;How many backward&lt;br /&gt;Did I win any points&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I give enough&lt;br /&gt;Did I help enough&lt;br /&gt;Did I speak too much&lt;br /&gt;Did I brag too much&lt;br /&gt;Did I keep quiet too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I use the time or&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurry too much&lt;br /&gt;Did I learn something useful&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget something useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream too little&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream too much&lt;br /&gt;Did I play too little&lt;br /&gt;Was I serious too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I love enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news system is broken&lt;br /&gt;This is the news of the day&lt;br /&gt;And it is about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-7505113881161144208?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7505113881161144208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7505113881161144208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/02/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-7704890967779421759</id><published>2012-01-27T09:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:57:51.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mountain rivers</title><content type='html'>mountain rivers&lt;br /&gt;quiet sea&lt;br /&gt;same water&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-7704890967779421759?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7704890967779421759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7704890967779421759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/mountain-rivers.html' title='mountain rivers'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-2913438416463468524</id><published>2012-01-25T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:43:27.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out of a cloud</title><content type='html'>out of a cloud&lt;br /&gt;back in the cloud&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/" target="_blank"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-2913438416463468524?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2913438416463468524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2913438416463468524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/out-of-cloud.html' title='out of a cloud'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-1543735118300051700</id><published>2012-01-23T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:26:35.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>early morning</title><content type='html'>early morning&lt;br /&gt;nature is in meditation&lt;br /&gt;even the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/haiku"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-1543735118300051700?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/1543735118300051700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/1543735118300051700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/early-morning.html' title='early morning'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-611886329172196497</id><published>2012-01-20T09:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:32:40.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>books free</title><content type='html'>All the books are free for now in digital format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelittlestar.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Have a look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-611886329172196497?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/611886329172196497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/611886329172196497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/books-free.html' title='books free'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-1147223440468925162</id><published>2012-01-19T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:18:33.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>among the trees</title><content type='html'>among the trees&lt;br /&gt;precious coin&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-1147223440468925162?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/1147223440468925162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/1147223440468925162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/among-trees.html' title='among the trees'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-369625548454549279</id><published>2012-01-18T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:33:48.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 - starsitul lumii? Nuu, doar inceputul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/2012-end-nop-just-beginning.html" target="_blank"&gt;original post here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s1600/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-a lungul istoriei, in fiecare an, in fiecare era, evenimente au fost rezultatul actiunilor oamenilor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copernic a descoperit ca Pamantul e rotund, Columb a descoperit  America, Einstein teoria relativitatii si recent omul a trimis  roboti pe Marte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 va fi un an diferit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oamenii nu vor mai avea nimic de a face cu asta. Lucruri se vor intampla de la sine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oameni care nu au scris in viata lor un articol vor incepe  sa scrie carti. Oameni necredinciosi vor incepe sa vorbeasca despre  Dumnezeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce inca avem liberul arbitru si inca putem face  un dezastru din viata noastra, cum am tot facut timp de zeci de mii de ani - nu  va mai fi asa usor. Nu pentru ca nu vom mai putea. Vom putea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci pentru ca prima oara in istorie vom incepe sa  ne intelegem pe noi insine. Vom intelege care e rostul pentru care suntem aici, care ne este rolul, obiectivul,  telul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va fi mai putina ura si mai multa iubire. Si nu pentru ca  cineva ne va fi tinut o prelegere, sau pentru ca vom fi citit o carte despre asta, ci pentru ca  ura nu va mai avea nici un sens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-i face pe altii sa sufere va parea exact asa cum de fapt si este: ceva  rau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valul ignorantei va fi &amp;nbsp;dat la o parte de briza racoroasa a  Divinitatii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand cineva face ceva rau, este 100% din ignoranta. Asa  zisele noastre pacate sunt tot din ignoranta. Si ignoranti suntem 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum nu poti fi suparat cand un orb se ciocneste de tine, tot asa  si Divinul nu este suparat atunci cand facem greseli dupa greseli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare greseala a fost o lectie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare mlastina in care am trait ne-a facut sa apreciem  frumusetea curateniei, a oceanului albastru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fiecare viata intunecata pe care am avut-o ne-a facut sa  apreciem fiecare rasarit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si 2012 va fi anul rasaritului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca norii vor continua sa acopere cerul constiintei noastre, ei nu  vor putea ascunde lumina Divinitatii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 e chiar sfarsitul unei lumi, asa cum o stim. Si asta e  un lucru bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumea noastra plina de ura, razboaie, politicieni corupti,  oameni de afaceri lacomi, familii ravasite, copii abandonati - va lua sfarsit.  Durerea, boala, foamea, dezastrele naturale nu reprezinta darurile pe care Divinul le avea pregatite pentru noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lumea noua va aparea, incet, incet. Una in care vom incepe sa  vedem, una in care vom incepe sa intelegem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici o persoana nu e diferita de cealalta, nici o religie  nu e mai buna decat alta, nici o persoana nu e mai bogata sau saraca, pentru ca mostenirea fiecaruia dintre noi este lumea intreaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 va fi un an bun, dar nu la fel de bun ca 2013, care la randul sau nici  nu se va compara cu 2014.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare zi va fi mai buna decat precedenta, chiar daca nu  am observa acest lucru. Insa vom observa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile rele vor disparea, si va disparea chiar si originea lor. Ele nu ne-au apartinut niciodata, asa incat nu avem de ce sa fim acuzati in vreun fel, sau sa ne simtim vinovati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caci nu stiam ce se intampla, pentru ca ochii nostri nu  erau in regula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum o camera defocalizata nu poate inregistra corect un film, si nu din vina ei, asa si noi suntem in dezacord cu realitatea. Dar nu pentru mult  timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maestrul muzician lucreaza pentru a ne acorda, pentru a ne  ajusta pentru ca muzica cerurilor sa fie cantata prin noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vom incepe sa facem lucruri pe care nu am crezut ca le  putem face. Unii dintre noi vom scrie carti si vom fi atat de uimiti de continutul lor, &amp;nbsp;incat nu-l vom recunoaste ca fiind al nostru.&amp;nbsp; Unii vor canta la instrumente  muzicale, altii vor avea o voce frumoasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai mult decat atat, vom incepe sa ne bucuram de viata.  Totul va avea sens, pentru prima data. Viata va avea sens, fiecare zi va fi  vesela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce altceva ne-am mai putea dori?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am putea face? Nimic, doar sa ne bucuram de calatorie, sa  ne bucuram de simfonia pe care Creatorul o compune, chiar acum in timp ce stam aici de vorba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;traducerea Catalin Nedelcu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-369625548454549279?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/369625548454549279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/369625548454549279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/2012-starsitul-lumii-nuu-doar-inceputul.html' title='2012 - starsitul lumii? Nuu, doar inceputul'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6259901262988074673</id><published>2012-01-18T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:28:51.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 - la fine? Naa, solo l'inizio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/2012-end-nop-just-beginning.html" target="_blank"&gt;original post here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s1600/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attraverso la storia, ogni anno, ogni epoca ha i suoi eventi prodotti per lo più dalle persone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copernico ha scoperto che la Terra e' rotonda, Colombo  l'America, Einstein ha messo insieme la teoria della relatività e, recentemente, l'uomo robot e' sbarcato su Marte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 sarà un tipo diverso di anno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E la gente non ha nulla a che fare con esso. Le cose cominciano ad accaderci spontaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente che non ha mai scritto un articolo iniziera' a scrivere libri. Le persone non religiose inizieranno a parlare di Dio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche se abbiamo ancora il nostro libero arbitrio, mentre possiamo ancora fare un casino della nostra vita come abbiamo fatto per decine di migliaia di anni, questo non sarà più così facile. Non perché non si può. Ma ora Siamo in grado, bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perché per una volta nella storia inizieremo la comprensione di noi stessi. Capiremo qual è il punto di essere qui, qual è il nostro ruolo, il nostro obiettivo, il nostro scopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odio sara' di meno, l'amore sarà di più. E non perché qualcuno ce lo ha predicato o perché abbiamo letto un libro su di esso. Ma perché l'odio non ha più senso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferire altre persone, ovviamente, viene visto come realmente è: qualcosa di brutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il fumo dell ignoranza sarà lentamente rimosso dalla brezza fresca della divinità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando si fa qualcosa di male, è al 100% per ignoranza. I nostri peccati sono così chiamati anche a causa della nostra ignoranza. E noi siamo ignoranti, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto che non siamo sconvolti quando un cieco inciampa in noi, cosi', la divinità non è arrabbiata con noi quando commettiamo un errore, poi un errore, poi un altro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni errore era una lezione da imparare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni palude che abbiamo vissuto in noi ci ha fatto apprezzare la bellezza del pulito, blu oceano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni vita oscura che abbiamo vissuto, ci ha fatto apprezzare la bellezza di un'alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E il 2012 sarà l'anno del sorgere del sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche se le nuvole coprono il cielo della nostra coscienza, non possono nascondere la luce della &lt;br /&gt;Divinita'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 è veramente la fine del mondo come lo conosciamo. E questa è una buona cosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il nostro mondo pieno di odio, guerre, politici corrotti, uomini d'affari avidi,  famiglie rovinate, bambini abbandonati , sta per finire. Il dolore, malattie, fame, disastri naturali non è ciò che la divinità voleva per noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nuovo mondo sta lentamente arrivando. Quello in cui inizieremo a vedere, quello in cui capiremo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessuna persona è diversa da un altro, nessuna religione è più religiosa rispetto alle altre.. Nessuna persona è più ricco o più povero, poiche' tutti noi abbiamo il mondo in eredità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 sarà un anno buono, ma non buono come il 2013 che sara' nulla in confronto al 2014. Uno migliore dell altro precedente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno sarà un giorno migliore di quello precedente, anche se uno non se ne rende neanche conto. Ma poi lo realizzera'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pensieri cattivi andranno via cosi' come l'origine dei cattivi pensieri scomparira'. Non sono mai appartenuti a noi quindi non siamo da biasimare o sentirsi in colpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi non sapevamo perche i nostri occhi non erano nel giusto ordine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come una camera la cui messa a fuoco non e' in grado di registrare correttamente un video per suo difetto o altro, allo stesso modo non siamo in sintonia con la realtà. Non per molto però.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il musicista è fuori al lavoro per regolare noi, regolare noi in modo che la musica dei cieli possa essere riprodotta attraverso di noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inizieremo a fare le cose che non abbiamo mai pensato che avremmo potuto. Alcuni di noi scrivono libri e si meraviglieranno dei contenuti come se non fossero propri. Alcuni suoneranno strumenti musicali, alcuni canteranno magnificamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma più di questo, inizieremo a godere la vita. Tutto avra' un senso, per la prima volta. Ogni giorno sarà gioioso. Che altro c'è da volere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa dovremmo fare? Niente, semplicemente godersi il viaggio, godetevi la sinfonia che il Compositore sta scrivendo mentre parliamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno di noi è né più né meno che uno strumento del brano musicale che il Creatore sta componendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tradotto da Radha Roberta So)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6259901262988074673?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6259901262988074673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6259901262988074673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/2012-la-fine-naa-solo-linizio.html' title='2012 - la fine? Naa, solo l&apos;inizio'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6381334446602302003</id><published>2012-01-18T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:18:18.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>warming our lives</title><content type='html'>warming our lives&lt;br /&gt;and hearts daily&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6381334446602302003?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6381334446602302003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6381334446602302003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/warming-our-lives.html' title='warming our lives'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3699863611326403990</id><published>2012-01-17T09:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:43:59.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ink a cloud</title><content type='html'>the ink a cloud&lt;br /&gt;the pen the wind&lt;br /&gt;painting on the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3699863611326403990?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3699863611326403990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3699863611326403990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/ink-cloud.html' title='the ink a cloud'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-7662819973131862970</id><published>2012-01-16T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:12:44.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 - the end? Nop, just the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s1600/sunrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s320/sunrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tomahawktim/"&gt;Tim Cornett&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the history, each year, each era had its events done mostly by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copernicus found out the Earth to be round, Columbus discovered America, Einstein put together the theory of relativity and recently man landed robots on Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 will be a different kind of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people will have nothing to do with it. Things will start happening to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that never wrote an article will start writing books. Nonreligious people will start talking about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we still have our free will, while we can still make a mess of our lives as we did for tens of thousands of years, this will not be as easy anymore. Not because we can't. We can, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for once in the history we'll start understanding ourselves. We'll understand what is the point of being here, what is our role, our aim, our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate will be less, love will be more. And not because somebody preached it to us or because we read a book about it. Just because hate will not make sense anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting other people will obviously look as it really is: something bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke of ignorance will be slowly removed by the cool breeze of Divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one does something bad, it is 100% out of ignorance. Our so called sins are also because of our ignorance. And ignorant we are, 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are not upset when a blind man bumps into you, divinity is not mad at us when we make a mistake, after mistake, after mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each mistake had a lesson to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each swamp we lived in made us appreciate the beauty of the clean, blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each dark life we lived, made us appreciate the beauty of a sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2012 will be the year of the sunrise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if clouds are covering the sky of our consciousness, they cannot hide the light of divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 is truly the end of the world as we know it. And that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our world full of hate, wars, corrupt politicians, greedy businessmen, messed up families, abandoned children is going to end. Pain, disease, hunger, natural disasters is not what the divinity had in mind for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new world is slowly starting. One in which we'll start to see, one in which we'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No person is different than another, no religion is more religious than the other. No person is richer or poorer as we all have the world as inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 will be a good year, but not as good as 2013 that will be nothing compared to 2014.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day will be a better day than the one before it, even if we might not notice it. But we will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thoughts will be gone as the origin of the bad thoughts will disappear. They never belonged to us so we are not to be blamed or feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just did not know better as our eyes were not in right order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an out of focus camera cannot record correctly a video for no fault or its own, so we are out of tune with the reality. Not for long though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master musician is out at work to tune us, adjust us so that the music of the heavens can be played through us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll begin to do things we never thought we could. Some of us will write books and be amazed at their content as we'll not recognize it as our own. Some will play music instruments, some will sing beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than that, we'll start enjoying life. It will all make sense, for the first time. Life will make sense, every day will be joyous. What else is there to want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we do about it? Nothing, just enjoy the trip, enjoy the symphony the Composer is writing as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us is no more, no less than an instrument in the musical piece He is creating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-7662819973131862970?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7662819973131862970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7662819973131862970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/2012-end-nop-just-beginning.html' title='2012 - the end? Nop, just the beginning'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnQgmB71ru0/TxRLsd3O2gI/AAAAAAAAEco/t3MdHeop5yI/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-5962683376810050348</id><published>2012-01-13T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:51:37.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly weather</title><content type='html'>chilly weather&lt;br /&gt;still shines above the worlds&lt;br /&gt;the sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-5962683376810050348?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5962683376810050348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5962683376810050348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/chilly-weather.html' title='chilly weather'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6022053494650845003</id><published>2012-01-12T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:23:29.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of the night</title><content type='html'>the beauty of the night&lt;br /&gt;is darkened&lt;br /&gt;by the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6022053494650845003?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6022053494650845003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6022053494650845003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/beauty-of-night.html' title='the beauty of the night'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6106002190750198235</id><published>2012-01-11T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:19:02.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>even if</title><content type='html'>even if the food&lt;br /&gt;is on the ground&lt;br /&gt;birds fly high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6106002190750198235?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6106002190750198235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6106002190750198235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/even-if.html' title='even if'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-7398741529558929480</id><published>2012-01-09T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:14:38.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brrr</title><content type='html'>brrr, air is cold, winter is chilly&lt;br /&gt;still flying high&lt;br /&gt;the birds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-7398741529558929480?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7398741529558929480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/7398741529558929480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/brrr.html' title='brrr'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3510070994966641803</id><published>2012-01-06T09:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:15:28.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shore</title><content type='html'>parallel&lt;br /&gt;without hurry&lt;br /&gt;waves towards the shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3510070994966641803?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3510070994966641803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3510070994966641803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/shore.html' title='shore'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6405797614534432161</id><published>2012-01-05T08:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T08:26:02.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you are</title><content type='html'>you’re great&lt;br /&gt;you’re not&lt;br /&gt;lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6405797614534432161?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6405797614534432161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6405797614534432161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/you-are.html' title='you are'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3138187506755913236</id><published>2012-01-04T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:13:47.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>into the lake</title><content type='html'>jumping into the lake&lt;br /&gt;water splashing all over&lt;br /&gt;none on the duck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3138187506755913236?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3138187506755913236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3138187506755913236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/into-lake_04.html' title='into the lake'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3900683443279348468</id><published>2012-01-03T08:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:37:50.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>into the lake</title><content type='html'>into the lake&lt;br /&gt;out of the lake&lt;br /&gt;still dry - the duck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3900683443279348468?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3900683443279348468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3900683443279348468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2012/01/into-lake.html' title='into the lake'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-2353055183666384749</id><published>2011-12-29T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:24:08.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no sound</title><content type='html'>no sound&lt;br /&gt;under my feet&lt;br /&gt;noisy snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-2353055183666384749?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2353055183666384749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2353055183666384749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/no-sound.html' title='no sound'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-4809138887407683937</id><published>2011-12-28T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:17:05.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost gone</title><content type='html'>almost gone&lt;br /&gt; was it a dream&lt;br /&gt; old year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-4809138887407683937?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/4809138887407683937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/4809138887407683937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/almost-gone.html' title='almost gone'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-5573085792289237787</id><published>2011-12-26T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:13:39.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gift exchange</title><content type='html'>gift exchange&lt;br /&gt;love exchange&lt;br /&gt;feliz navidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-5573085792289237787?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5573085792289237787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5573085792289237787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/gift-exchange.html' title='gift exchange'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3439753179240105620</id><published>2011-12-23T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:44:51.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas haikus</title><content type='html'>a child is born&lt;br /&gt;a hope is born&lt;br /&gt;Christmas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for conquering the world&lt;br /&gt;finally a weapon&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a stable&lt;br /&gt;enlightening the night&lt;br /&gt;a tiny light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a manger&lt;br /&gt;peaceful, eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;opening ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark night&lt;br /&gt;enlighten our souls&lt;br /&gt;mother’s son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father is watching&lt;br /&gt;son is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;divine cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the seven heaven&lt;br /&gt;in the manger&lt;br /&gt;a straw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkest night&lt;br /&gt;light an joy&lt;br /&gt;laugh of a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bringing gifts&lt;br /&gt;leave richer&lt;br /&gt;the mags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sky is a mirror&lt;br /&gt;of the star&lt;br /&gt;in a stable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal voices&lt;br /&gt;in a stable&lt;br /&gt;perfect lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkest night&lt;br /&gt;start of a bright life&lt;br /&gt;easy to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finest gift&lt;br /&gt;poor’s boy&lt;br /&gt;pa rum pum pum pum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulls me to the light&lt;br /&gt;my father’s son&lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noisy world&lt;br /&gt;changing into&lt;br /&gt;silent night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark world, dark skies&lt;br /&gt;one star above&lt;br /&gt;and one down here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joyous old man&lt;br /&gt;finally living&lt;br /&gt;Simeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark night&lt;br /&gt;brighter than heavens&lt;br /&gt;the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking in amazement&lt;br /&gt;into the night&lt;br /&gt;angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once&lt;br /&gt;wishing they were humans&lt;br /&gt;the angels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3439753179240105620?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3439753179240105620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3439753179240105620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/christmas-haikus.html' title='Christmas haikus'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-2541466517801415952</id><published>2011-12-23T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:24:05.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>a child is born&lt;br /&gt;a hope is born&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-2541466517801415952?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2541466517801415952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2541466517801415952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-5841104358987159467</id><published>2011-12-22T10:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T10:34:27.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>down the hill</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; down the hill&lt;br /&gt;dreaming the sea&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-5841104358987159467?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5841104358987159467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/5841104358987159467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/down-hill.html' title='down the hill'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6858912410151086664</id><published>2011-12-21T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:54:49.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>proceed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c62xh_nhqz4/TvHzLBy_NnI/AAAAAAAAEXc/PKWUF3MbgNo/s1600/haiku.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c62xh_nhqz4/TvHzLBy_NnI/AAAAAAAAEXc/PKWUF3MbgNo/s1600/haiku.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2088452591751373808-6858912410151086664?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6858912410151086664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6858912410151086664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/proceed.html' title='proceed'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c62xh_nhqz4/TvHzLBy_NnI/AAAAAAAAEXc/PKWUF3MbgNo/s72-c/haiku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-4089908825835265476</id><published>2011-12-20T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:24:30.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to fly</title><content type='html'>to fly in the sky&lt;br /&gt;first love&lt;br /&gt;the sky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-4089908825835265476?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/4089908825835265476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/4089908825835265476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/to-fly.html' title='to fly'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-6486586585046989382</id><published>2011-12-20T09:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:17:49.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To pluck it</title><content type='html'>To pluck it is a pity,&lt;br /&gt;To leave it is a pity,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-6486586585046989382?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6486586585046989382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/6486586585046989382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/to-pluck-it.html' title='To pluck it'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-8734484972006728589</id><published>2011-12-19T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:49:10.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightening</title><content type='html'>Lightening lasts a second&lt;br /&gt;But so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;So is life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/bc/Krunkwerke_-_IMG_4515_%28by-sa%29.jpg/450px-Krunkwerke_-_IMG_4515_%28by-sa%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/bc/Krunkwerke_-_IMG_4515_%28by-sa%29.jpg/450px-Krunkwerke_-_IMG_4515_%28by-sa%29.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-8734484972006728589?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/8734484972006728589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/8734484972006728589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/lightening.html' title='Lightening'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-3289390159173325341</id><published>2011-12-19T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T12:04:26.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic ducks</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Domestic ducks&lt;br /&gt;stretch their necks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hoping to see the world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - Koji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-3289390159173325341?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3289390159173325341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/3289390159173325341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/domestic-ducks.html' title='domestic ducks'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2088452591751373808.post-2583122019523642541</id><published>2011-12-19T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:55:12.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku</title><content type='html'>Having given my opinion&lt;br /&gt;I return home to&lt;br /&gt;my wife's opinion&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2088452591751373808-2583122019523642541?l=blog.thelittlestar.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2583122019523642541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2088452591751373808/posts/default/2583122019523642541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog.thelittlestar.org/2011/12/haiku.html' title='haiku'/><author><name>Dragos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13764736699098292747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
