<?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-12792196</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:51:41.183-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterglow</title><subtitle type='html'>afterglow (n)
:: a pleasant feeling produced after an experience, event, etc.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-226302861441233662</id><published>2011-04-03T18:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:36:19.537-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue twilight</title><content type='html'>Coldness is blue. The cold wind blows outside and it sheds a blue light over the sheets of empty paper in front of me. Oh so long since I've written something. Oh so long since I've felt this much happiness, that the blue twilight on a sunday is no longer sad to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-226302861441233662?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/226302861441233662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=226302861441233662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/226302861441233662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/226302861441233662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2010/05/coldness-is-blue.html' title='Blue twilight'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-112492058238455985</id><published>2011-03-25T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:34:45.565-03:00</updated><title type='text'>High Fidelity</title><content type='html'>Maybe Nick is right, after all. Pop generation is the one who goes to travel and asks for another one to leave it all behind and join them, while someone else is already packed up, waiting by the door and ready to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-112492058238455985?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/112492058238455985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=112492058238455985&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/112492058238455985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/112492058238455985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/08/high-fidelity.html' title='High Fidelity'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-113503066661254811</id><published>2011-03-21T20:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:35:42.175-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Drops of rain on the front window. I haven't got the time. Not even to smell the rain that is pouring outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-113503066661254811?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/113503066661254811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=113503066661254811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/113503066661254811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/113503066661254811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-116656503253237056</id><published>2011-03-19T19:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:35:24.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my afterglow</title><content type='html'>The seconds are passing by. The only noises you hear are those from the street. From the  frenetic lives of others. Inside, only them. Him and her. He's lying on the sofa. He's concentrated on his reading. She's seating on the floor near him. She's concentrated on her yoga. They both are breathing deeply. They hear each other's breath. They feel peace. They breathe peace. They are in love. And yet they can be completely silent. Just breathing. I guess Mia Wallace was damn right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-116656503253237056?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/116656503253237056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=116656503253237056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/116656503253237056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/116656503253237056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-my-afterglow.html' title='You are my afterglow'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-116302915986398758</id><published>2011-03-08T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:35:04.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>On my nerves</title><content type='html'>Damn thing. Damn fucking thing jealousy is. And it keeps ticking inside your broken heart. Poor thing. Poor fucking thing you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-116302915986398758?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/116302915986398758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=116302915986398758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/116302915986398758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/116302915986398758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-my-nerves.html' title='On my nerves'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-112413740580367205</id><published>2011-02-15T17:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:34:20.221-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad trip</title><content type='html'>Calmly, I open my eyes. The room is white. No furniture. No windows. The light comes from nowhere. My mind is blank. I breathe deeply. I am lying on the floor and I feel nothing. Am I dead? Is this heaven? I sit. I see a door. I stand up. Every step I take makes the door go farther. I stop. Turn around. I see a wall. I walk towards it. It goes away. Maybe I'll never reach it. I sit back. Maybe it's just a dream. I lie on the floor. The door is behind me. I grin. Stand up. A green garden reveals itself as the door opens. I remember everything. Every single damn thing just seems to fit. All the little details. I want to wake up. I can't. I'm trapped on my own fucking mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-112413740580367205?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/112413740580367205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=112413740580367205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/112413740580367205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/112413740580367205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/08/bad-trip.html' title='Bad trip'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-111602894380170440</id><published>2011-02-14T09:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:33:09.527-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmarish sleep</title><content type='html'>She was silent across the room. He walked in, gave her a kiss. She had been missing him badly. Her mouth was thirsty for his kiss. Her body for his hands. Her hair for his fingers. He entered the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine. She lied in bed. All she could hear was the front door click shut. He had gone out. Still silent, she waited for him. Indefinitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-111602894380170440?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/111602894380170440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=111602894380170440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111602894380170440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111602894380170440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/05/nightmarish-sleep.html' title='Nightmarish sleep'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-7257628727202030339</id><published>2011-02-13T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:25:44.725-03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to fail a relationship in 10 days</title><content type='html'>When you're in love, you invariably think it will last. Otherwise you wouldn't even start a relationship. When you do have someone, invariably you will - sometime in the (near) future - fight each other. Or at least have an argument over some foolish reason. And that is when All-hollow's Eve comes in advance. Everything you kept hermetically sealed inside yourself comes tumbling down out of thin air. You say things you don't mean to. You hurt each other. You pay each other back whatever you've done (or haven't done). That is when you realize how much high a price is not being able to communicate effectively. Just after, you also realize you must take nothing for granted. Ever. Finally, if you're lucky enough, you will learn that the inability to discuss your feelings can cost you dear. It really can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-7257628727202030339?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/7257628727202030339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=7257628727202030339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/7257628727202030339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/7257628727202030339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-fail-relationship-in-10-days.html' title='How to fail a relationship in 10 days'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-111835520253285035</id><published>2011-02-10T18:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:33:58.363-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinky thoughts</title><content type='html'>She prepared the candles.&lt;br /&gt;The bed was dressed in satin sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the one scattered all across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take a reach of the imagination for the images to start popping up in her head.&lt;br /&gt;Skin. Tastes. Breath. Smells. All sorts of noises.&lt;br /&gt;She opened her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;In bed, she stared at herself in the mirror on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;All she could see was his face.&lt;br /&gt;And on her lips, a mischievous grin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-111835520253285035?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/111835520253285035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=111835520253285035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111835520253285035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111835520253285035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/06/kinky-thoughts.html' title='Kinky thoughts'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12792196.post-111578486631854140</id><published>2011-02-06T03:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:26:26.462-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterglow</title><content type='html'>Afterglow means a pleasant feeling produced after an experience, event, feeling, etc. It is also the name of a song from one of my favourite bands, Travis. This song has inspired me to build this blog. I hope you all like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afterglow (Travis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling myself all of the time&lt;br /&gt;All of the time feeling alright&lt;br /&gt;Taking a while raising a smile&lt;br /&gt;Raising a smile makes it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanted to find peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;Then you could find it anytime you liked&lt;br /&gt;You are the afterglow&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my way all of the time&lt;br /&gt;All of the time doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;Taking a page out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Out of my life wouldn't it be nice&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanted to find peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;then you could find it anytime you liked&lt;br /&gt;You are the afterglow&lt;br /&gt;You are the midnight show&lt;br /&gt;The only one I know&lt;br /&gt;You come and then you go&lt;br /&gt;And when you finally leave&lt;br /&gt;You leave nothing for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12792196-111578486631854140?l=glowafter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/feeds/111578486631854140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12792196&amp;postID=111578486631854140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111578486631854140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12792196/posts/default/111578486631854140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glowafter.blogspot.com/2005/05/afterglow.html' title='Afterglow'/><author><name>L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04547668323249454133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yu7qqitUatw/S1pdaGu6eyI/AAAAAAAAANw/bt3ieNLR2c4/S220/face.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
