<?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-20446426</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:55:19.742+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ONAGEB.ENG</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes we are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and inconsequential chatter.  I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front.  We are FRIENDS and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.  I don't want to lose this happy space where I have found someone who is smart and easy and doesn't bother to check her diary when we arrange to meet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-3912107757770491851</id><published>2007-10-09T08:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:17:31.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LIFE/WORK STAGE IN MY LIFE</title><summary type='text'>WHAT WOULD YOU PREFER IF YOU HAD WORKED IN MY OFFICE?WOULD YOU HAVE DONE THE SAME AS I HAVE?I cannot compare myself with a delinquent. I am an honest woman and, with my hard daily effort, I have fed my family and collaborate in the growth of my country For that reason, there are great differences between a prison cell and the office from which I have escaped. Maybe some of you, my dearest readers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3912107757770491851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=3912107757770491851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/3912107757770491851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/3912107757770491851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-lifework-stage-in-my-life.html' title='NEW LIFE/WORK STAGE IN MY LIFE'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rwsc55VauxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UefEv5CAvKk/s72-c/freedom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-5506842835277854841</id><published>2007-05-30T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:16:48.338+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DID YOU KNOW????</title><summary type='text'>Did you know that jealousy towards a person happen when you really love him/her?Did you know that people, who seem to be very strong, are the weakest?Did you know that people who always defend the others are those who need more to be defended?Did you know that the three most difficult words to be said are: “I LOVE YOU”, “SORRY” and “HELP ME”?Did you know that who need you more, are those who do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5506842835277854841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=5506842835277854841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/5506842835277854841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/5506842835277854841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-you-know.html' title='DID YOU KNOW????'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rl3a7fs6zAI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zz4Dkw10aSU/s72-c/questions+stock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-7742788451336774707</id><published>2007-04-12T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:27:15.040+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN</title><summary type='text'> For all my good friends who are very, very far from me (in presence) and who I can not meet as much as I’d wish. This is my only way to communicate all my feelings and my inner changes that are helping me in all those moments I would need to have some of you by my side. I have met some of you recently,,,,,but I have not been so lucky with other ones. Two years ago, something happened in my life,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/7742788451336774707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=7742788451336774707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/7742788451336774707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/7742788451336774707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/04/middle-aged-woman.html' title='A MIDDLE-AGED WOMAN'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rh6T74VMB4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/V0W1Y-q0V4k/s72-c/Moon+Power.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-4556762465022371429</id><published>2007-04-02T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:54:06.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO THINK</title><summary type='text'>After having spent weeks full of work and short free time, now I have realized I missed a vital thing in my existence: to reflect. Every time I have fewer moments in which I can stop in front of a white sheet to let my mind fly, to leave fingers type in my computer sending my inner feelings. Perhaps it is because every time it is more difficult to find the exact word that defines what I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4556762465022371429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=4556762465022371429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4556762465022371429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4556762465022371429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-think.html' title='TIME TO THINK'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouiGd9IlwwE/RhDEVWPJ6tI/AAAAAAAAAQs/oawKI-4JrNw/s72-c/DMACCTreesFog800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-4543623430849939949</id><published>2007-02-25T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T10:58:10.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSING DOORS</title><summary type='text'>It is always precise to know when a stage is finished in your life. If you insist on remaining in it, beyond the necessary time, you lose the joy and the sense of the rest of them. The important thing is to be able to let go life moments that are closed.You can spend long time of your present asking your “Whys” and trying to understand why so-and-such fact happenedWe cannot be in the present </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4543623430849939949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=4543623430849939949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4543623430849939949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4543623430849939949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/02/closing-doors.html' title='CLOSING DOORS'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouiGd9IlwwE/ReFdbsgYtXI/AAAAAAAAANY/VBBITixxGmY/s72-c/Circles+Of+People.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-247324533281504089</id><published>2007-02-11T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:59:50.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S THINK---SYLLOGISMS</title><summary type='text'>                           1. - TIME IS MONEYNowadays, workers do not have time for anythingNow, lazy people… have all time in the worldTime is moneyThen, lazy people have more money than workers.Conclusion: To be rich… it is not necessary to work!                            2. – ALCOHOL AND HEAVENWhen we drink alcohol in excess, we get drunkWhen we are drunk, we sleep.When we are sleeping, we do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/247324533281504089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=247324533281504089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/247324533281504089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/247324533281504089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-think-syllogisms.html' title='LET&apos;S THINK---SYLLOGISMS'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rc7t4RN-_8I/AAAAAAAAAI4/rXULaaYVcpo/s72-c/thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-5695018587606382290</id><published>2007-02-10T08:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T13:45:49.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 40 years</title><summary type='text'>Last 15th January, my first 40 years arrived. It is a magical number that not everybody likes to be. My opinion is that the most important thing is to be years, does not matter how many….Time spending is inevitable; to stop it is an impossible mission.Years go and years come for everybody, and although we know that with them the experience and the maturity arrive, they also bring the aging.From </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5695018587606382290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=5695018587606382290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/5695018587606382290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/5695018587606382290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-40-years.html' title='My first 40 years'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rc160xN-_wI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3G4NSlzArqQ/s72-c/40s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-4743574183261067384</id><published>2007-01-30T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T21:49:17.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMAGE TO A GREAT PERSON</title><summary type='text'>We are alone in this world: we have come alone, we are alone here and alone we will leave this world. All our opinions will be back; we will only take with us our original feelings, our authentic experiences, even beyond the death. Not even the death can clear our tears of sadness or joy, the purity of our loneliness, our silence, our serenity, our generosity. What the death cannot clear is the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/4743574183261067384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=4743574183261067384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4743574183261067384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/4743574183261067384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2007/01/homage-to-great-person.html' title='HOMAGE TO A GREAT PERSON'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ouiGd9IlwwE/Rb-vO5KBH5I/AAAAAAAAAEI/dpBTVBYDrlY/s72-c/j.c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115964679368202915</id><published>2006-09-30T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:53:55.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things</title><summary type='text'>Our friends are a reflection of ourselves or of the most important aspects of our personality. Friendship is born from mysterious affinities by which two or more people recognize themselves in something common. Friends are chosen, whereas the familiar relations come imposed. Friendship is the first affective bow made to leave the family circle and works like mediator to conquer our external </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115964679368202915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115964679368202915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115964679368202915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115964679368202915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/09/friendship-isnt-big-thing-its-million.html' title='Friendship isn&apos;t a big thing - it&apos;s a million little things'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115626436124308180</id><published>2006-08-22T18:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:56:08.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BE HAPPY...........TRY IT AT LEAST</title><summary type='text'>ESPECIALLY FOR MY FAVORITE ROMANIAN SINGERWe convince ourselves that life will be better after finishing a career, getting a job, after marrying, after having a baby, and then after having another one.Later, we feel frustrated because our children are not old enough, and we think we will be happier when they grow and they stop being young, then we get exasperated because they are adolescent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115626436124308180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115626436124308180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115626436124308180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115626436124308180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/be-happytry-it-at-least.html' title='BE HAPPY...........TRY IT AT LEAST'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115620502763021955</id><published>2006-08-22T02:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T02:03:47.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN DID WE BEGIN TO BE FRIENDS?</title><summary type='text'>When did we begin to be friends? … I don’t really know .Don't you think it is funny that with your couple you always want to remember the day and the exact moment in which you met? When did you begin your relation, at what time, where? … With your couple you celebrate anniversaries… and with friends it is not necessary, it does not matter the exact moment, the hour, the day in which you met, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115620502763021955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115620502763021955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115620502763021955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115620502763021955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-did-we-begin-to-be-friends.html' title='WHEN DID WE BEGIN TO BE FRIENDS?'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115222492562226629</id><published>2006-07-07T00:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T00:37:32.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>KISS.....A wonderful word</title><summary type='text'>A kiss is like dying twice: first by the desire and second by the memory of the vanished feeling. A kiss is the language of the souls.What is a kiss? It is a sweet encounter, after a long search.The first kiss isn't given with your mouth, but with your glance.A kiss is a crazy thirst that is not extinguished with drinking; it is extinguished with another mouth that is the same thirsty.A kiss is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115222492562226629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115222492562226629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115222492562226629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115222492562226629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/07/kissa-wonderful-word.html' title='KISS.....A wonderful word'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115169541611022774</id><published>2006-06-30T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:23:36.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE REFLECTIONS :):)</title><summary type='text'>1. The true happiness is in the small things: a small mansion, a small yacht, a small fortune...2. The time is the best teacher; unfortunately it kills all its students.3. If you look for a hand ready to help you, you will find it at the end of your arm.4. There is a better world… but it is very expensive…!5. The important thing isn't to win. What it is really important is to compete, without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115169541611022774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115169541611022774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115169541611022774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115169541611022774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/true-reflections.html' title='TRUE REFLECTIONS :):)'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115127747247618598</id><published>2006-06-26T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:17:52.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN JUAN NIGHT</title><summary type='text'>World-wide well-known and celebrated San Juan NIGHT hides the magic of the times, bonfires are made and people skip them, every old thing is burned and people "jump" to a new stage.During San Juan NIGHT on 24th June, everything is possible, at least everything supernatural is, and tonight it is shortest night in the year and agrees with the summer solstice.From the most distant times, people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115127747247618598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115127747247618598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115127747247618598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115127747247618598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/san-juan-night.html' title='SAN JUAN NIGHT'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115122542456980844</id><published>2006-06-25T10:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:50:24.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>13 LINES TO LIVE</title><summary type='text'> Thanks to the brilliant writer GABRIEL GARCÍA MARQUEZ, we have the great luck to discover who we really are with 13 simple lines ………Do you know who you are?1.-I love you not because who you are, but ....... because who I am when I am with you.2.-No person deserves your tears, and who deserves them will not make you cry.3.-Just because somebody does not love you as you want, does not mean that he</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115122542456980844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115122542456980844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115122542456980844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115122542456980844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/13-lines-to-live.html' title='13 LINES TO LIVE'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115105469546459596</id><published>2006-06-23T11:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:27:07.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><summary type='text'> We are in a point of the history in which we are leaned on a little clear idea of “what freedom is”. On the one hand the freedom concept has been overvalued and therefore distorted, on the other hand, the individual field has been restricted and it has lost part of its meaning. At the same time, we are in front of a unique opportunity to reach the true sense of freedom.What is understood by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115105469546459596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115105469546459596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115105469546459596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115105469546459596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115030362314546766</id><published>2006-06-14T18:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:12:23.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A PROMISE IS A PROMISE</title><summary type='text'>Dear P(&amp;=+), here you have what I promised. But, you are not the only friend of mine who needs these words.........I know there are some people who can feel blue, sad or just bored in boring places.. I hope to help with these words (salsa song) every time you have any negative thought....I really hope so, dear. Big kiss for my goddaughter....MUA,MUAEverybody who thinks that life is unequalThey </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115030362314546766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115030362314546766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115030362314546766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115030362314546766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/promise-is-promise.html' title='A PROMISE IS A PROMISE'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115020287237539834</id><published>2006-06-13T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T20:56:44.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>DAYTIME EXPERIENCES</title><summary type='text'>Thousands of words flow in my head. Thousands of stories, some of them are brilliant but disordered and some others are absurd but ordered. I do not know if I am dreaming or if I am awake. They are small stories that seem to exist but later, I realize they are false. I have my head full of stories that never could happen in the reality but which, in that moment, are possible. Everything is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115020287237539834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115020287237539834&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115020287237539834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115020287237539834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/daytime-experiences.html' title='DAYTIME EXPERIENCES'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-115019345954879115</id><published>2006-06-13T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:57:30.440+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MY POINT OF INFLECTION</title><summary type='text'>You can be living years and years without nothing around you changes substantially, simply the normal thing in the life on any person. But, when you hardly ever realize, it appears your “point of inflection” in which your life leaves the curve. It can be any day, any hour or even any “insignificant minute” from which, you realize that your life has changed in that minute which had not changed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115019345954879115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=115019345954879115&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115019345954879115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/115019345954879115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-point-of-inflection.html' title='MY POINT OF INFLECTION'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113873888906371981</id><published>2006-01-31T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:21:29.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT DINNER WITH PERFECT STUDENTS 13/01/06</title><summary type='text'>On 13th January, some of my previous and present students went to have dinner together. It is becoming a tradition which nearly everybody joins.As you can see, all of us were very sad and spent a horrible night:):). I know I am not a conventional and traditional teacher, but believe me : my students are neither. They are fantastic students but I can say they are better people. In every dinner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113873888906371981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113873888906371981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113873888906371981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113873888906371981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-dinner-with-perfect-students.html' title='PERFECT DINNER WITH PERFECT STUDENTS 13/01/06'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113645798347006258</id><published>2006-01-05T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T11:46:23.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BELOVED WISE MEN............</title><summary type='text'>My beloved "Wise Men":I think this year I have not behaved badly at all. For that reason, it would like you to consider some of the following requests:Health for me and all "my people" (family and true friends). Much health for all those people who work in medical research so that it helps them to discover effective medicines for all the diseases that daily carry away our beloved people.Also I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113645798347006258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113645798347006258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113645798347006258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113645798347006258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/beloved-wise-men.html' title='BELOVED WISE MEN............'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113624456597032802</id><published>2006-01-03T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:33:13.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What can "methodical Capricorn" wait for in "HEART aspects"</title><summary type='text'>In other news, you'll also have plenty of romantic opportunities to pursue this year. You're due to meet someone -- or finally notice someone -- in January or February. This particular someone will be entertaining, magnetic and spontaneous enough to keep you interested for a good long time. (It's a good thing, too, because you're definitely not in the mood for games.) If you're happily attached, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113624456597032802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113624456597032802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624456597032802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624456597032802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-can-methodical-capricorn-wait-for.html' title='What can &quot;methodical Capricorn&quot; wait for in &quot;HEART aspects&quot;'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113624423745615030</id><published>2006-01-03T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:19:27.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in store in 2006 for CAPRICORN?</title><summary type='text'> With Saturn -- heavenly purveyor of many sought-after qualities like integrity, responsibility and discipline -- as your ruler, you're an inspiration to everyone around you. So whether your current companion is by your side for platonic, professional or romantic reasons this year won't really matter. They'll just be proud to be with you. And while you're not ordinarily fond of the spotlight, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113624423745615030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113624423745615030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624423745615030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624423745615030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-in-store-in-2006-for-capricorn.html' title='What&apos;s in store in 2006 for CAPRICORN?'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113624364706824629</id><published>2006-01-03T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:14:07.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006</title><summary type='text'>I would like to share with all those people who can or want to read this commentary, all my best wishes for the year we are beginning. I hope that all your dreams come true. I also asked mine ones with the 12 grapes, and hope that, at least half of them become true. Beloved friends, just one reflection for this year:"There is a little while for everything and a time for each under the sky: a time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113624364706824629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113624364706824629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624364706824629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113624364706824629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-2006.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2006'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20446426.post-113623706904090762</id><published>2006-01-02T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T01:44:45.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Space for my friends</title><summary type='text'>MY FRIENDS'NET (Alphapbetic order)http://www.telehaz.hu/. Hi Ana, Andraxhttp://www.wshe.lodz.pl/index.php?j=eng. Hi Anna, Edyta, Anyahttp://www.moatebusinesscollege.com/ .Hi Brendan , Norahttp://www.rural-center.org/. Hi Claudia, Cristina and Monicahttp://www.wps.me.uk/. Hi Craighttp://www.thalys.gr/. . Hi Georgehttp://www.pro-kompetenz.de/. Hi Gerdhttp://www.cku.bytom.pl/. Hi Irek, Ryschardhttp:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/feeds/113623706904090762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20446426&amp;postID=113623706904090762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113623706904090762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20446426/posts/default/113623706904090762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onagebeng.blogspot.com/2006/01/space-for-my-friends.html' title='Space for my friends'/><author><name>BEGO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589872075579529034</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
