<?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-4451498468906753084</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:40:24.396+01:00</updated><category term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>The world and I</title><subtitle type='html'>a playground to develop myself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451498468906753084.post-256084012657287136</id><published>2009-08-24T14:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:29:53.541+02:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to do to have the chance to think</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mindconsole.net"&gt;http://mindconsole.net&lt;/a&gt; takes all my time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-256084012657287136?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/256084012657287136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/256084012657287136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-much-to-do-to-have-chance-to-think.html' title='too much to do to have the chance to think'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-2227001386589526693</id><published>2008-12-17T19:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:02:00.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The way a commercial way works?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SUlLwzdeZVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/57-X_6Oay_k/s1600-h/IMG_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SUlLwzdeZVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/57-X_6Oay_k/s400/IMG_2439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280835339888256338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-2227001386589526693?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/2227001386589526693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/2227001386589526693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/way-commercial-way-works.html' title='The way a commercial way works?'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SUlLwzdeZVI/AAAAAAAAAZg/57-X_6Oay_k/s72-c/IMG_2439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451498468906753084.post-7133420745090002647</id><published>2008-12-04T00:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:38:01.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;"Was chaotisch klingt, ist in Wirklichkeit der perfekte Ausdruck was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wirklich&lt;/span&gt; ist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ich habe kein Sozialleben.&lt;br /&gt;Ich trinke nicht, ich gehe nicht in Clubs.&lt;br /&gt;Wenn ich eine gute Zeit haben will, gehe ich in mein Studio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omar Rodriguez-Lopez (Mars Volta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-7133420745090002647?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7133420745090002647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7133420745090002647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/awesome-quotes.html' title='awesome quotes'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-7362663518847836452</id><published>2008-11-28T01:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:18:23.307+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>a mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;A mirror,&lt;br /&gt;a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;oh what can I see,&lt;br /&gt;myself,&lt;br /&gt;maybe much different,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe quite real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a mirror&lt;br /&gt;can't be out of glass,&lt;br /&gt;let's decide what u are&lt;br /&gt;by a critical mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends,&lt;br /&gt;your family&lt;br /&gt;and even your foes.&lt;br /&gt;Look deep into&lt;br /&gt;and build your inner self&lt;br /&gt;from the head to the toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to find your mind&lt;br /&gt;reflect all your surroundings,&lt;br /&gt;you might not like what you get,&lt;br /&gt;but these are all your boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lisboa, Portugal)&lt;/span&gt; m. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-7362663518847836452?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7362663518847836452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7362663518847836452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/mirror.html' title='a mirror'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-5616772807554286922</id><published>2008-11-28T01:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:32:25.858+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>lost a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Today I have to be kinda of sad,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost someone close,&lt;br /&gt;which makes me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close fellower who travelled with me&lt;br /&gt;even to down under&lt;br /&gt;and survived all the deserts,&lt;br /&gt;salt water and stormy thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was the day&lt;br /&gt;it fell down and broke apart.&lt;br /&gt;A bandage of view has to be found&lt;br /&gt;with a new friend - a new lens&lt;br /&gt;a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;my favourite third eye&lt;br /&gt;the things we've seen together&lt;br /&gt;(printed on paper)&lt;br /&gt;will last the passing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Lisboa, Portugal) &lt;/span&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-5616772807554286922?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/5616772807554286922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/5616772807554286922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-friend.html' title='lost a friend'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-9059826114084475246</id><published>2008-11-28T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:17:58.967+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Once again I'm sitting&lt;br /&gt;in a foreign city.&lt;br /&gt;This time called Lisbon,&lt;br /&gt;questioning the travel&lt;br /&gt;and if the way we do it,&lt;br /&gt;maybe seemes to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an ordinary tourist&lt;br /&gt;but here for only three days,&lt;br /&gt;feels like a weird in-between&lt;br /&gt;of (not) sightseeing&lt;br /&gt;and no chance to get deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one way or the other,&lt;br /&gt;we got one thing in common,&lt;br /&gt;get away from a place called home,&lt;br /&gt;for maybe different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brightens up your horizon&lt;br /&gt;and let u feel alive again,&lt;br /&gt;do it as often as u can.&lt;br /&gt;maybe for a life-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lisboa, Portugal)&lt;/span&gt; m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-9059826114084475246?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/9059826114084475246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/9059826114084475246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/travel.html' title='travel'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-5272461176488815180</id><published>2008-11-27T00:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:32:05.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;For the same amount of money&lt;br /&gt;to go 200km by train,&lt;br /&gt;I can fly to a place like Lisboa, Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Does this sound insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Airplane, somewhere in the sky) &lt;/span&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-5272461176488815180?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/5272461176488815180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/5272461176488815180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/12/insane.html' title='insane'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-513340262332691126</id><published>2008-11-11T12:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:01:01.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking slam</title><content type='html'>while enjoying after-spanish-lesson-cooking, the calk wanted to be on the door and tell a story about the incredible oven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SRlzkP4sRLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VOBq1sj9Loc/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SRlzkP4sRLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VOBq1sj9Loc/s400/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267368305763304626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-513340262332691126?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/513340262332691126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/513340262332691126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/11/cooking-slam.html' title='cooking slam'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SRlzkP4sRLI/AAAAAAAAARk/VOBq1sj9Loc/s72-c/DSC_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451498468906753084.post-8709158230895794556</id><published>2008-10-26T15:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:20:42.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>some words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;The two-headed monster is up on my way,&lt;br /&gt;to kill the irrationality&lt;br /&gt;no matter what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes close, but it never appears,&lt;br /&gt;the two-headed monster&lt;br /&gt;watches over my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight is enlighten my terrible views,&lt;br /&gt;of this sick society&lt;br /&gt;I don't need some proofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be home in the base,&lt;br /&gt;maybe for good.&lt;br /&gt;the time will tell,&lt;br /&gt;somthing I don't know but should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-8709158230895794556?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/8709158230895794556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/8709158230895794556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-words.html' title='some words...'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-1788587452947849340</id><published>2008-10-22T00:13:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:22:06.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe the best so far?</title><content type='html'>as people referencing this one to the best photo I've ever made, it should find its way down here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5VTHGK4yI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z6kZTAQirGc/s1600-h/IMG_1032_abcdcross_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5VTHGK4yI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z6kZTAQirGc/s400/IMG_1032_abcdcross_72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259735201626120994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really love Mike in front of my lens, his abilities of expressions and mood for the photos are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-1788587452947849340?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/1788587452947849340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/1788587452947849340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-best-so-far.html' title='maybe the best so far?'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5VTHGK4yI/AAAAAAAAARM/Z6kZTAQirGc/s72-c/IMG_1032_abcdcross_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451498468906753084.post-2557025787447925690</id><published>2008-10-21T23:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:28:10.015+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"down under"</title><content type='html'>this one was for a competition of a local radio station (FM4) to win Aussie-tickets and made it in the finals (2 out of 160 transmittals); sad but I lost the music-radio-on-air-quiz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5W84lwM4I/AAAAAAAAARU/0WFSNK5x5zI/s1600-h/IMG_1075abcd_72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5W84lwM4I/AAAAAAAAARU/0WFSNK5x5zI/s400/IMG_1075abcd_72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259737018798191490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've heard a sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like it was ringing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out of the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a human singing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the other side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now it is a girl talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about being somewhere else at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm building a telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still thinking I'm insane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe there happened a damage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my poor little brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as the talk lasts for an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a girl who tells me the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rans inverted in their shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to believe her amazin' stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about sitting under the table for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and going upside down with no worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of driving all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the left-handed side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A strange preposterous world coming to my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe the rumors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that the world is a plate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are not of a psycho's mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of an agitated state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They have to be seen as totally true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a whole civilisatioon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is living (on the other side)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under our shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;check out the other photos of the set at my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/skamarkus/sets/72157608206884805/"&gt;flickr site&lt;/a&gt; and feel free to leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-2557025787447925690?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/2557025787447925690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/2557025787447925690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/10/down-under.html' title='&quot;down under&quot;'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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/_MK4lNIgA1nY/SP5W84lwM4I/AAAAAAAAARU/0WFSNK5x5zI/s72-c/IMG_1075abcd_72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4451498468906753084.post-742553115019936250</id><published>2008-10-21T23:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:59:25.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>get the ball rolling</title><content type='html'>heya folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally I'm gonna do it. Try stuff, show the (for me) good one and maybe getting some response from ya... Thx for all the encouragement to publish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-742553115019936250?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/742553115019936250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/742553115019936250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/10/get-ball-rolling.html' title='get the ball rolling'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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-4451498468906753084.post-7460868213067073439</id><published>2008-07-20T10:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:26:55.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>back on, or reborn?</title><content type='html'>time passed by, as my return of beautiful life in Australia was the end of my first prostitution of my inner self on the web - the blog about my internship down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as people repeat to tell me I should write lyrics , and I'm still no muso, I maybe better write the confrontations with the world down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see what happens, hey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4451498468906753084-7460868213067073439?l=mindconsole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7460868213067073439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4451498468906753084/posts/default/7460868213067073439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mindconsole.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-on-or-reborn.html' title='back on, or reborn?'/><author><name>Markus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13744414529086080133</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>
