tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139224782024-03-07T21:26:06.193+00:00SMELIS - SANDbismillahirrahmanirrahim......
MINTYS, KURIOS BYRA IS GALVOS, KAIP SMELIS, PAPURCIUS PLAUKUS PO PASIVAIKSCIOJIMO PRIE JUROS. GREITAI APIE ABU PAMIRSTI.........
THOUGHTS, THAT FALL FROM THE HEAD, LIKE SAND FROM YOUR HAIR AFTER A WALK BY THE SEA. NONE OF IT STAYS FOR LONG.sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-70904146321195378842010-05-08T10:04:00.003+01:002010-05-08T10:33:53.840+01:00SouthbankOne of my favourite places in London on Sundays. Full of tourists but still nice (wasn't I the tourist myself just few years ago?)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yyWmf7k5QKtF1qVjZOGIxOxIgBSAUe_XwxGFlPSzIpZatg3Wyfd4qIoZoxjVSaJEcB_9_unYwP9uwAqCE0nHHQs1pAIH-w2-cZu4LNr-nO_oyolKI2ZWBm-CTgtMcmKbvhDjEA/s1600/IMG_5199.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yyWmf7k5QKtF1qVjZOGIxOxIgBSAUe_XwxGFlPSzIpZatg3Wyfd4qIoZoxjVSaJEcB_9_unYwP9uwAqCE0nHHQs1pAIH-w2-cZu4LNr-nO_oyolKI2ZWBm-CTgtMcmKbvhDjEA/s400/IMG_5199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468829831480012338" /></a>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-34311651475880004612010-05-07T09:15:00.000+01:002010-05-08T10:03:26.301+01:00Dalykai, kurie auga namie - Things that grow at home<div style="text-align: center;">Levandos</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZj9ZE_39iLOAJAxt_UtHaL1HAb-B-AfYifuT1advgf3QIMzK-Kqizhd7splgG5j4VVv_xwxC85w3_JJg7SWae0aQP6qjM9iQb_HYUKSOP5jiiq7E-G1J2UnXOchJ__f4pvjsCUw/s1600/DSC04044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZj9ZE_39iLOAJAxt_UtHaL1HAb-B-AfYifuT1advgf3QIMzK-Kqizhd7splgG5j4VVv_xwxC85w3_JJg7SWae0aQP6qjM9iQb_HYUKSOP5jiiq7E-G1J2UnXOchJ__f4pvjsCUw/s320/DSC04044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468816787905987250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Grazgarstes</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7nTDmAmzLL3S2SkCNMjrtl2WbfxyGeNDyTI8qdVIBL-K-n0QqKbrvp1GODlIPDslDhyVzXbF_gJTGucKirjkVMs8qfg_fBp-n5iGk__A5lNlEZsiZo__cHL1o4TJ3l53CO9Fyw/s1600/DSC04042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7nTDmAmzLL3S2SkCNMjrtl2WbfxyGeNDyTI8qdVIBL-K-n0QqKbrvp1GODlIPDslDhyVzXbF_gJTGucKirjkVMs8qfg_fBp-n5iGk__A5lNlEZsiZo__cHL1o4TJ3l53CO9Fyw/s400/DSC04042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468815120652726114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bazilikas</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-Fl9RnVGO92VBVQco7nwgKVsbZXWXKyX1ikq18LXMNNSRVxkFer-RnDtHCjos2_ycNGP4N6XkMVJZmDTrS0B0PVif23qi6kW-yUDWqE78n4z41lk9MnoqCfWmMCGk5aBn7RJoA/s1600/DSC04041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-Fl9RnVGO92VBVQco7nwgKVsbZXWXKyX1ikq18LXMNNSRVxkFer-RnDtHCjos2_ycNGP4N6XkMVJZmDTrS0B0PVif23qi6kW-yUDWqE78n4z41lk9MnoqCfWmMCGk5aBn7RJoA/s400/DSC04041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468815828319324802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nuovargis</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meile</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vaikai</div><div style="text-align: center;">Atstumas (nebutinai geografinis)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><div style="text-align: center;">Lavender</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rocket</div><div style="text-align: center;">Basil</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tiredness</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kids</div><div style="text-align: center;">Distance (not necesarry geographical)</div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-73174211944840465062010-04-08T12:14:00.006+01:002010-04-08T12:44:28.762+01:00Krenta - Fall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BEpWaQ7Q4nTZS1v6iHQ_6j5hIncQkk97NspN_5ZM0Itn47p4jH246qSnsQgyJt1DRuX7Jjng1hj8GtaWFZj5jC3BvAdVS7kGLMIRCyx2eJzl-6t24_8X1hePu3wmSOdsV9toPg/s1600/DSC04013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457730111650499186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BEpWaQ7Q4nTZS1v6iHQ_6j5hIncQkk97NspN_5ZM0Itn47p4jH246qSnsQgyJt1DRuX7Jjng1hj8GtaWFZj5jC3BvAdVS7kGLMIRCyx2eJzl-6t24_8X1hePu3wmSOdsV9toPg/s400/DSC04013.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Ziedlapiai, kvieciantys vasara,</div><br /><div>vaikai, besimokantys vaikscioti.</div><br /><div>Taciau vaikai vel pakyla, ir eina toliau:)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Petals, inviting summer,</div><br /><div>Kids, learning to walk.</div><br /><div>But kids rise again, and continue.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAM58HfqidiSiz30dlymK2YpCmuPtZuOfbFbocT3w1qid1zh83Ng3i-_rNpsvGBgoP3jRKiQE3W6qSZpoB2WQOlPm6EE6mx_8dXypeRIXCWQoRLol038Ibjp3SkIeWjTd9jmHkg/s1600/DSC04004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457727736670101954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAM58HfqidiSiz30dlymK2YpCmuPtZuOfbFbocT3w1qid1zh83Ng3i-_rNpsvGBgoP3jRKiQE3W6qSZpoB2WQOlPm6EE6mx_8dXypeRIXCWQoRLol038Ibjp3SkIeWjTd9jmHkg/s400/DSC04004.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-48925371178575391752010-04-05T23:46:00.003+01:002010-04-05T23:54:57.523+01:00Pleasures of the morningTo rub coconut body butter on skin<br />To look at milk for the coffee, rising, as it nearly starts to boil<br />To put fresh flowers into a clear glass vasesanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-30967623291772542302010-03-27T08:44:00.000+00:002010-04-05T23:45:59.352+01:00A year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWWO6JMCxcQv-gkCBo1jD7HWGglCNHTKfZIbUAbWxLcPZJk2Rf7X60Trd-fzk4GufJbooWwgsYTHCcxZ437gewxcknq7k9irmv0Rvkj-0xOj4iMrYj3aqrn9MNz1ZSc1WHbcnUg/s1600/DSC03956.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456787703589447026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWWO6JMCxcQv-gkCBo1jD7HWGglCNHTKfZIbUAbWxLcPZJk2Rf7X60Trd-fzk4GufJbooWwgsYTHCcxZ437gewxcknq7k9irmv0Rvkj-0xOj4iMrYj3aqrn9MNz1ZSc1WHbcnUg/s400/DSC03956.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>How much does a 1 year old person know?</div><div>How much he will remember?</div><div>What does he dream of?</div><br /><div>I love him so much...</div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-72522363146882627392010-03-05T14:56:00.003+00:002010-03-05T15:01:15.618+00:00Spring in LondonI love London in Spring time...<div>Then people swap shopping bags to "take away" coffee cups</div><div>and lies down their business suits on the happy grass in the parks.</div><div><br /></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-51073244562958375672010-02-27T16:34:00.003+00:002010-02-27T16:44:00.280+00:00The earthquake in ChileWhen the earth is shaken with its earthquake.<br /><br />And when the earth throws out its burdens,<br /><br />And man will say: "What is the matter with it?"<br /><br />That Day it will declare its information (about all what happened over it of good or evil).<br /><br />As your Lord has inspired it to do so.<br /><br />That Day mankind will proceed in scattered groups that they may be shown their deeds.<br /><br />So whosoever does good equal to the weight of an atom, shall see it.<br /><br />And whosoever does evil equal to the weight of an atom, shall see it. (The Qur'an)<br /><br />How horrible is to read it... So what about experiencing it...sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-19622235561037635862010-02-26T15:55:00.004+00:002010-02-26T19:21:22.783+00:00Mawlid - the birthday of the Prophet MuhammadThe Messenger of God (saws) said: "The most complete in faith are those best in character and kindest to their families"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Labiausiai isbaigtas tikejimas yra tu, kurie yra geriausio charakterio ir svelniausi savo seimoms"<br /><br />The Messenger of God (saws) said: "Fulfillment is not plenty of goods; rather, it is self-fulfillment"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Pilnatve tai ne daiktu gausa, o vidine pilnatve"<br /><br />The Messenger of God (saws) said: "If a man's actions slow him down, his good name will not speed him up"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Jei zmogaus veiksmai ji traukia atgal, jo geras vardas nepastumes jo priekin"<br /><br />The Messenger of God (saws) said: "A kind word is charity"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Geras zodis yra labdara"<br /><br />The Messenger of God (saws) said: "God veils the faults of anyone who suppresses his anger"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Dievas uzdengia ydas tu, kurie sutvardo savo pykti"<br /><br />The Messenger of God (saws) said: "Never do in private what you would conceal from others in public"<br />Dievo Pasiuntinys (saws) pasake: "Niekada nedaryk slapcia to, ko nedarytum viesai"<br /><br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8dGisCH-HA&feature=relatedsanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-25948173174107513032010-02-18T12:29:00.004+00:002010-02-18T12:48:37.280+00:00"The Pillow book" book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4YTv_U4uYSeNKAOH4zLCUcaAnC7nQzE_L6bBJfV3GL4bTzUt4UT9IejdxtEnl7oxgc_tYlRJGStU0CDVMIZ_EBNow62UGE0EMy3fPj4d-zRFpR5GfIZy3Nipo8TtJBkUj5XbNQ/s1600-h/shonagonscroll.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4YTv_U4uYSeNKAOH4zLCUcaAnC7nQzE_L6bBJfV3GL4bTzUt4UT9IejdxtEnl7oxgc_tYlRJGStU0CDVMIZ_EBNow62UGE0EMy3fPj4d-zRFpR5GfIZy3Nipo8TtJBkUj5XbNQ/s400/shonagonscroll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439560368476025570" /></a><br />"In spring, the dawn. The sky, dyed in morning light, slowly brightens and purple clouds stretch across the mountains...<br /><br />In summer, the night. I need not write of the nights lit by the moon, but of the moonless nights, the fireflies' lights crossing in the darkness. . . <br /><br />In autumn, the evening. The setting sun burnishes the edges of the mountains and the birds fly home. . . . A trembling line of wild geese flies into the distance and disappears. . .<br /><br />In winter, it is the early morning. Of course it is delightful when snow is falling, but even when there is a pure-white frost -- or in the freezing cold without either snow or frost -- the way the fire is hurriedly stirred up and coals carried to all the rooms seems most suited to the season...<br /><br />Sei Shonagon "The Pillow book", ~1000sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-72787819518933240362010-02-18T11:47:00.009+00:002010-02-18T12:55:00.525+00:00"The pillow book" movie"Warm rain falling from the mountainous clouds. <br />Walking slowly dressed in crimson thinking of Kyoto. <br />Kissed by a lover in the Matsuo Tiasha garden. <br />Quiet water and loud water...<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoSsyy608n4OfMmv3OFfv45qPYjwHefN0-uyLeFYSC5zEfpsHXMsF_5hwOThHrmAXienSfs-x1il8UKHtWzQ4JvaRum0B01qklhboztUwhDL2pUcQXyK_LGmg7InDKncCtz07RQ/s1600-h/peter+greenaway+the+pillow+book4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEoSsyy608n4OfMmv3OFfv45qPYjwHefN0-uyLeFYSC5zEfpsHXMsF_5hwOThHrmAXienSfs-x1il8UKHtWzQ4JvaRum0B01qklhboztUwhDL2pUcQXyK_LGmg7InDKncCtz07RQ/s400/peter+greenaway+the+pillow+book4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439556661544412402" /></a><br /><br />Love in the afternoon in imitation of history. <br />Love before and love after...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ76ykQcgfMFKE5Q4Xbv-gAm6KSlbOniVH0TQW70_aEf0x5saIgU9CPuYXGr6-jgkGaDgoIKuLK1H59DOs2Wa13TxR8V6XL2xeXTtTNEa3MSkC1F5oo_8PMe4lLQYzCJNEyJ_5Jg/s1600-h/peter+greenaway+the+pillow+book2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ76ykQcgfMFKE5Q4Xbv-gAm6KSlbOniVH0TQW70_aEf0x5saIgU9CPuYXGr6-jgkGaDgoIKuLK1H59DOs2Wa13TxR8V6XL2xeXTtTNEa3MSkC1F5oo_8PMe4lLQYzCJNEyJ_5Jg/s400/peter+greenaway+the+pillow+book2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439556910138916962" /></a><br /><br />If God approved of His creation. He brought the painted clay-model to life. By signing His own name... <br />Flesh and the writing table... <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Tblj2xXZBq1zbUW3GgQSruWbENvnSWFYslZvw6z-e1dKxV47HztIOO-lbpuYuewxWOjEvMLaXQz4Bpw2LxNHykGOK9cPfX56gi3LGwgQnvRvZbXDLF-vJlaj8K2KO_sZVFvxA/s1600-h/greenaway.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Tblj2xXZBq1zbUW3GgQSruWbENvnSWFYslZvw6z-e1dKxV47HztIOO-lbpuYuewxWOjEvMLaXQz4Bpw2LxNHykGOK9cPfX56gi3LGwgQnvRvZbXDLF-vJlaj8K2KO_sZVFvxA/s400/greenaway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439557080997668322" /></a><br /><br />Writing of love and finding it."<br /><br />P. Greenaway "The Pillow book" 1996sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-88835404282438333902010-02-01T13:34:00.008+00:002010-02-01T15:21:10.752+00:00Makan"a Place" in arabic. A small Malaysian cafe/restaurant in Portobello road.<br />I never knew how Malaysian food tastes or looks like. Japanese, Indian, Chinese, Korean, Middle Eastern - it is amazing how a mixture of cultures, languages, minds and faiths can live together perfectly in a plate:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk9bnenjGh138kVxFCiUJVfsnppMIYZmvmVkNTFYbv00KGy83morwszYxuPLHGSxDDC3Z274nfWNa9eTD3dVVV2boRgF-YAMxxmx5z5jhf2-uuS_UonYElNHWSMb9VuOs_gJfGA/s1600-h/menu_mee_goreng.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433287986669206754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFk9bnenjGh138kVxFCiUJVfsnppMIYZmvmVkNTFYbv00KGy83morwszYxuPLHGSxDDC3Z274nfWNa9eTD3dVVV2boRgF-YAMxxmx5z5jhf2-uuS_UonYElNHWSMb9VuOs_gJfGA/s400/menu_mee_goreng.jpg" /></a><br /><br />www.makancafe.co.uksanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-43480467091869402752010-01-27T23:10:00.005+00:002010-01-29T11:33:46.206+00:0010 menesiu - 10 months10 ilgu trumpu menesiu, praejusiu tarsi diena, valanda, minute. Gyvenimas yra grazus:)<br />10 long short months that passed like a day, an hour, a minute. Life is beautiful:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-gq5A_G52ouhRFblOy9UwVXfMgjj96DJRpfloaf9Av-B8nUT3vNiplFYRsThmoKG-o5lIDaGNL9-Oa8k6PpguLUd3UG8opm4ymdgztt3JxNRxVL0Xa4Beusvb1TUj9cy0sBcnA/s1600-h/taha_10men.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-gq5A_G52ouhRFblOy9UwVXfMgjj96DJRpfloaf9Av-B8nUT3vNiplFYRsThmoKG-o5lIDaGNL9-Oa8k6PpguLUd3UG8opm4ymdgztt3JxNRxVL0Xa4Beusvb1TUj9cy0sBcnA/s400/taha_10men.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431562428739324866" /></a><br /><br />Silciausi linkejimai visoms mamoms:)<br />Regards to all mums:)sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-89229187871958838802010-01-24T10:27:00.002+00:002010-01-26T11:38:19.687+00:00My Beloved Grandmother - Mano Mylima MociuteIt is her b-day today.<br />She would have been 93...<br />Siandien jos gimtadienis.<br />Jai butu buve 93...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeyjFvrNvM5OICjY_QQTatJKKkQkJmmdszLqiDBy6UyrKY5uxGXm1OKxOVbyjMc3MEuunADgT_Lfz2kzlaRMTSx535-MIOvrGHjv69QGysqqa-urjdR7bb48ZxSRRc3phIJhrKw/s1600-h/008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeyjFvrNvM5OICjY_QQTatJKKkQkJmmdszLqiDBy6UyrKY5uxGXm1OKxOVbyjMc3MEuunADgT_Lfz2kzlaRMTSx535-MIOvrGHjv69QGysqqa-urjdR7bb48ZxSRRc3phIJhrKw/s400/008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431003055657448786" /></a><br />The tallest one, after the show for parents<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-SHu0Sp_L-pcItWdIz_cCMGd_J96fP1HQcnFQoAk2z7wCsg_YP2iMOmGAxJRbnNtN99l2In4lTCMtF21CkgkRuhW9unjgwRaM3e0V5hoCBlCjqFCbkNJYgQkn3oVtSdVqUfNfA/s1600-h/002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-SHu0Sp_L-pcItWdIz_cCMGd_J96fP1HQcnFQoAk2z7wCsg_YP2iMOmGAxJRbnNtN99l2In4lTCMtF21CkgkRuhW9unjgwRaM3e0V5hoCBlCjqFCbkNJYgQkn3oVtSdVqUfNfA/s400/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431008458083454114" /></a><br />At the ballet studies<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuc33BL3IzsCrgLNqp_dfrw-C5BX7ikXna8jMNVfPEqBUuED35YU2if_eIljQA3nK_RhQUYeN8OMcZ11YnFyI3GGcSjAHzV-aVtw8Ad0fVnyEWpw0QERHC1f7R7sj65vsVZd2hA/s1600-h/Mociute_Tito_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuc33BL3IzsCrgLNqp_dfrw-C5BX7ikXna8jMNVfPEqBUuED35YU2if_eIljQA3nK_RhQUYeN8OMcZ11YnFyI3GGcSjAHzV-aVtw8Ad0fVnyEWpw0QERHC1f7R7sj65vsVZd2hA/s400/Mociute_Tito_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430996048250817938" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0noW0Eio2DElC_lL1E9YEjz_5iQn1_r4F4FCqvNhrFLrEv6TcZKMCLO7-egQcUwvB_dN7mx5T3uFtqOavCS7oXsOvWySTXyBS5Ysk6iMJul5tfWcXUGis5xUvVbukpUgIjDV7w/s1600-h/Mociute_Tito_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0noW0Eio2DElC_lL1E9YEjz_5iQn1_r4F4FCqvNhrFLrEv6TcZKMCLO7-egQcUwvB_dN7mx5T3uFtqOavCS7oXsOvWySTXyBS5Ysk6iMJul5tfWcXUGis5xUvVbukpUgIjDV7w/s400/Mociute_Tito_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430997182880737650" /></a><br />With her brazilian dance partner Tito<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ0TBSGh72iJpr1kxQf__h-fdJ3jese1tjEhF3EbcYheLa_LkHjViOQpUjmGAoQj4aNuBuM9fiZ6Xte0e08086_EDJ8Z0LViObKZhEe-un5CsdvqScmC_jx3UGHaP9YUuZ7KmRQ/s1600-h/Mociute_Teta_Irena.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ0TBSGh72iJpr1kxQf__h-fdJ3jese1tjEhF3EbcYheLa_LkHjViOQpUjmGAoQj4aNuBuM9fiZ6Xte0e08086_EDJ8Z0LViObKZhEe-un5CsdvqScmC_jx3UGHaP9YUuZ7KmRQ/s400/Mociute_Teta_Irena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431005465391431666" /></a><br />The front one, with her sister as a dance partner<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBtAG7upWASbrRG9QorXZMh63GFDTkFh_qbCU8xmHeRYSKUj0Fw6AnSaF_IB9_tWDyCWVWRe730eJfxxoMGOwDd8ic1XI0176Li4b4xHJOJ45q73xt5BVhvzVMZ4CulmsH4SyAQ/s1600-h/mociute_soka_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBtAG7upWASbrRG9QorXZMh63GFDTkFh_qbCU8xmHeRYSKUj0Fw6AnSaF_IB9_tWDyCWVWRe730eJfxxoMGOwDd8ic1XI0176Li4b4xHJOJ45q73xt5BVhvzVMZ4CulmsH4SyAQ/s400/mociute_soka_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431002497788106626" /></a><br />Working<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTI4xDOHXrMTqQiRZx4EnZ_f7Z9xkCI62E9tCNrX8LYBCB2xAEvjDIF3erxBtofLZT5PTD0PglBRGrwgehXVN7H3aNZ4N4vGv5aOD5ayW1ymYBGR8ICvNgi2JGie7OjBSq91OCPg/s1600-h/seses.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTI4xDOHXrMTqQiRZx4EnZ_f7Z9xkCI62E9tCNrX8LYBCB2xAEvjDIF3erxBtofLZT5PTD0PglBRGrwgehXVN7H3aNZ4N4vGv5aOD5ayW1ymYBGR8ICvNgi2JGie7OjBSq91OCPg/s400/seses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430994820569364658" /></a><br />First from the left, with her 3 sisters<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcgnaU6mbbGR0Ea5e0I7LefWIccaZh-FAMNscOhUgqGbgz1qtDLDfzxkMY9c7F0XNPCMfViEaeKQUpntpgODI2tj2RB6YS2KFtMPwaxo3NuR3yK5rj94dGyid5QVxz9idD70BrQ/s1600-h/mociute_senelis_Felyte_Edukas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJcgnaU6mbbGR0Ea5e0I7LefWIccaZh-FAMNscOhUgqGbgz1qtDLDfzxkMY9c7F0XNPCMfViEaeKQUpntpgODI2tj2RB6YS2KFtMPwaxo3NuR3yK5rj94dGyid5QVxz9idD70BrQ/s400/mociute_senelis_Felyte_Edukas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431004139535883906" /></a><br />With my Grandad, my mum and my uncle<br /><br />I love her so much:)sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-48458017454055775292010-01-18T10:56:00.009+00:002010-01-18T11:50:42.054+00:00Beautiful HaitiIt is almost a week after the horrible day, and I know it is not much, it is the least - just my thoughts and prayers - are still with the people of the island.<br /><br />I have found these photos on the internet, and I hope their authors will not get mad on me for posting them here. Thank you<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAlE0_MNzTNDAF31jkQa_QUw527U5GfbeAgoSBMehvi_Tw4GeyFHNJhFfT98u8DxaMt1s_TM5ggZGPwj_a_d6dSZudXL6v75utuKpcKyoth_l2L9KeF4o7EJHM_jsRBCStqkq3w/s1600-h/ToniS3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAlE0_MNzTNDAF31jkQa_QUw527U5GfbeAgoSBMehvi_Tw4GeyFHNJhFfT98u8DxaMt1s_TM5ggZGPwj_a_d6dSZudXL6v75utuKpcKyoth_l2L9KeF4o7EJHM_jsRBCStqkq3w/s400/ToniS3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037992106478418" /></a><br />By ToniS3<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUb6yYpMXSwSw259zlM_49m5mZPfQW-phk29e-3b9aB3tUgjzp9LonTC8ijxIecZtlFiT0eoqaFutv2LCnd02uSd_SFEcviVmU2KAg6xr8e3cV7Etl0lg0AgCGF9gf9NsFRhqjQ/s1600-h/colypso.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUb6yYpMXSwSw259zlM_49m5mZPfQW-phk29e-3b9aB3tUgjzp9LonTC8ijxIecZtlFiT0eoqaFutv2LCnd02uSd_SFEcviVmU2KAg6xr8e3cV7Etl0lg0AgCGF9gf9NsFRhqjQ/s400/colypso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428038454113633586" /></a><br />By Colypso<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPh5YgXQ6J0sU0G-2iJkszYktPYLx4_KpepUkzSnr2fR96S47VtXg9SIcYIzqbh8uT0_ntU0r2gcY65oqn8ROIrP7ctlByQxvmtIMx78JD5vjmLrKSTm_yBr9ftPgsue5toIVl7w/s1600-h/LaurenG1219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPh5YgXQ6J0sU0G-2iJkszYktPYLx4_KpepUkzSnr2fR96S47VtXg9SIcYIzqbh8uT0_ntU0r2gcY65oqn8ROIrP7ctlByQxvmtIMx78JD5vjmLrKSTm_yBr9ftPgsue5toIVl7w/s400/LaurenG1219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428038804543731842" /></a><br />By LaurenG1219<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7Yv6OgDNaLpWB4ouSo0_gtiX_N1HsMYAq767krImR-k-DbrF6eADH5kldMqd9x1oolkR0-5puuTVTExIOIuJ5ZyLvjPf_3r6RcasRZQem27OJ5DZNN7KFSMmPAMt_7d6RtJiQQ/s1600-h/encebras.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7Yv6OgDNaLpWB4ouSo0_gtiX_N1HsMYAq767krImR-k-DbrF6eADH5kldMqd9x1oolkR0-5puuTVTExIOIuJ5ZyLvjPf_3r6RcasRZQem27OJ5DZNN7KFSMmPAMt_7d6RtJiQQ/s400/encebras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039085994677554" /></a><br />By Encebras<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7-zqQQN3CaVUlwPBobL8bnYGPOOu-KjtZYMpfUS6I6GZNdgQoz4rMBwS8WzFR-gDqS10MgYXjOW5T8goUFYGJyuqxBJ1AYteVE5hMwPHdB2KIpLCAffmgK06FrpYpld6qBtxWQ/s1600-h/SergeC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA7-zqQQN3CaVUlwPBobL8bnYGPOOu-KjtZYMpfUS6I6GZNdgQoz4rMBwS8WzFR-gDqS10MgYXjOW5T8goUFYGJyuqxBJ1AYteVE5hMwPHdB2KIpLCAffmgK06FrpYpld6qBtxWQ/s400/SergeC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428040380508678786" /></a><br />By SergeCsanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-74990908388786107732010-01-13T13:00:00.010+00:002010-01-14T11:25:53.702+00:00Dideli mazi dziaugsmai - Big little joys<div>Vakar buvo labai laiminga diena..</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426226554181787122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaY36XBNv-YA-7_owinwnOWZO8W3YRO_YX3xGfFQAyWpRZMqhXGA2jTO2AyqpQdsYTaje5FYG88pJGQHRQ2E-NRVeCyt5GpmQjjDjFpTqphsBWLJ4rVWSrGhf9REvt0QSZEfGBwQ/s400/DSC03793.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div>Nuostabios medziagos, rastos kampineje mazyteje parduotuveleje, kur viskas sukrauta iki pat lubu, ir norint ka nors pasiekti reikia nusiauti batus ir lipti per karoliuku, virveliu, zvilganciu juosteliu ir medziagu ritiniu kalnus...</div><br /><div>Kava "Portobello road"...</div><br /><div>Pokalbis apie vaikus su senyva praeive gatvej...</div><br /><div>Laiskas nuo brangios brangios drauges...</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426224557169854450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZmxRYXkcZ0ExnLlLUsxpSnE8m96n-deI7y5EApAFPmyLOz9SoQ3dR7h2O6yn0gDDc_PDGIw-Uupnkv8qoW-7bfa-kuGwm9wpuSxlhxuLThxlF8sSXwz6D3REFbbnwnH4uwRAgA/s400/DSC03797.JPG" /><br /><div>jame - knygos, </div><br /><div>muzika, </div><br /><div>smilakas, </div><br /><div></div><div>nuotrauka, </div><br /><div>siluma, </div><br /><div>mintys,</div><br /><div>viskas, ka mes turejome ir - tikiuosi - turesime ateity</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426221215354077570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2G9yh2qcuaczmXuWiG96T7MsGLSEiIHM187cbiMPbEW6stSnfKsAROkqouA0VvDDlRJzraTGkx_KM4k0AdepVJJqqdY5-l-H4ErIYhHgG-9acdeyHKfWT2WbjvmPhzFUaU4DyBg/s400/DSC03781.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Juk mums visiems reikia tiek nedaug, tiesa?</div><br /><div>Grazios jums dienos:)</div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-69602696529806615292010-01-08T12:13:00.005+00:002010-01-14T11:24:40.880+00:00Pasiruosimai - PreparationsNuo ryto kepu lietinius blynus - viena pigiausiu, paprasciausiu ir mano vaiku megstamiausiu dalyku.<br /><br />Su lydytu geltonu suriu, su troskintais spinatais, su rukyta lasisa, su raudona ikra ir grietine (taip, cia jau nebelabai pigu), su bananais ir ledais, su sokoladu, su kriausiu uogiene... Su bet kuo. Nene, receptu cia nebus... Juk ir taip jus viska zinot:)<br /><br /><br />Yra burejai is kavos tirsciu. Idomu, ar yra tokiu, kurie tai daro is blynu "piesiniu" ?:))<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424341423472814882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYwOmYgtvmB_nMebd5FAK3Uw6LkXpePiEyWvG9gcmhZyMSkxiynRpSedb2LL7OvjAxjhnAJQNGWwIozDmhkByGRHZ-25VzrYJwAeFQ-71i91EgWMM2aid2eL5Q17zWDtJlSTEjgQ/s320/IMG_4684.JPG" /> Taip pat siandien pastu gavau savo pirmaji japoniskos medvilnes gabaliuka! Pasiruosimai, mintys, idejos, galbut eskizai... Kol kas dar nezinau, ka su juo darysiu:) Kazka.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424343366279813058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCMZwjG8r34Ex6g1LT-QPxrZoIVBvDd_5bhGlPKdCsxFzsjx8i00sBY4wfysbofxs30FBF3IApV_R4d1U3eNdcdtKBBxJ0RMROAGW251JXu6T7QOb3bryaYm61pDf0JRtI004OA/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" /><br /><div>Su penktadieniu visus, ypac Rasa!</div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-78079486505128388222010-01-07T14:19:00.005+00:002010-01-08T12:30:10.901+00:00Pusryciams - For breakfastMano vel pradeta gerti kava, ir ka tik is Egipto atveztas sviezias duonos paplotelis, papiruso plonumo:)<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424003162817873186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU9Zut7YfpmUwY3IiRLfPn76MzLOItGDFrPWl3zy89TJJ2XWovsNVR2hAdVPS_Ssk3ARWVlD2sK-zFe0ZIo1rUz63n0EVsDbiISCgW7X0o4NQdqd6pKUUWR0DiwO3JlJBK4pwLiQ/s320/01_07.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424003377099752370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhNjynra92bZWpo4kJXyat6h-umUsFWDSVGuknlce31mAYGgGEDQGRICjT-3lrUQJZ6Z3LH8eAnR0SRyzREBQtjDN-Wq4b6_mYwPVYiDFZRBf387YJH__C-Su0jPJwrOcm7UFxg/s320/01_07_01.jpg" /> </div><br /><div>Stai ka matau, kai guledama lovoj maitinu savo mazaji<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424004121985677186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg51v9KyOxvtsMC983vV1h-xf_o4xi3RMIA1cB4Uglp2HN8xNKE4JAXxyJShFIhWiGC-Sdk480buNDPOuAy43KzLkh8m_kz4UStZ6svR5rdR-53IJaDy-MZMzdCXKMKfYvFjcf_mg/s320/DSC03773.jpg" /><br /><div></div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-90547269346307748142010-01-06T12:39:00.009+00:002010-01-18T11:34:40.869+00:00Vel - AgainLabas. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div align="left">Ir vel tikiuosi rasyti. Po metu pertraukos, per kuria ivyko daug (apie tai - veliau:).</div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423983144430365122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXAzYIGn5WX8W4hGCuJNgETOR8Kr6kNUWsu2GiJOzFdt29q0YMcZ6aAEpqlnNjJuYBXfcNGPuB5hBhfkH_mfwaZ1imsAt1p98mOYf_uZs602WSU6gG8a4EhFfpsoKEz0mye-RvOw/s320/DSC03728.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423996309887113314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfXdHwzFXanqoiyVGBrToNjquc9THa9pGp-gC9p7NZWIrebsyRvJD9IMVyv1P6oESit1lCNB5GZmRk-yhBZHPg02bbnY4dIaunrA0aaE6OeyWPZUK70UtE_VO6yR6gISTxGYhHQ/s320/DSC03764.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="left">O tuo tarpu - Londone sninga, vaikai visa ryta praziurejo pro langa, o as vel pradejau gerti kava.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423983571207439058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHdnkgJz_WVpUDYIdVGB9BsEO3FywpuqH5079b54dZcpfxKQWKdm4ofQLCkuj5jFtSVLiiiGx6LDNd7MyZa933_szuZRunEMVIj04AtjZPnactssxM0m_23H_v7J-IqmbsO9IVw/s320/lukas.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423987840079684962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5N0pgFBfcJOvpcjKa7_GgPjW9amX2wlFBmHth9uFPEB48NZKGH96Apc_Gc2La1zARkOPqLdSJtbwcDtQlLmE_Tp9Un-e8j2dMClkfN31mjB4n6kJ8Y_G894-7pQyXTpoq5J3eA/s320/titas.jpg" /><br /><br />Ir jums geros dienos :)<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiKe0LssG36sxoDSwlWrQ-1biTTozsUAGMVvCtTXi_VNDlT55v4EegE-lw_SM4h2FWLw7gEGVGbCM8AlmzMkcXmztll7gHxtG4MfBVh8qJrJYjP8dwGQNOZAP70KafV3KROI_8g/s1600-h/01_07.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3Dh2QWDs6rFPxD2o-rkIq8bKUCXRSqmc-p-5G-Vf3SlV-fdplYiDZMVLBd18V2hLLR7MNtRxEeyuAZqAi41a4kFJ5tmmuzmvR07CngLro9uoa1N-PymOpswvfdSRYhAYQ5T1HQ/s1600-h/titas.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxpcYucV0msi6XaJyBiqVAJn5IwP8ZMRuD7Us2YrzZAiDQtl4HCaQq9UrU964eaOrcPV9sn8hnAHJOCipH4kzzC35T2lpfOz1SmMjV-IyqJzNZQttixFgn9bhKyb77HsShg0Patw/s1600-h/lukas.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJBwafU4R_lxZcNmxv48FhouTLy2AcLSkBYryRdBqmt3kg5fdXKtP9kOKohBdntlFYtkrSpqRGHrkK4N67TRfHr2kBFYKL3jGCsOAC9Yy_Nx61dnhaYEw_4RZX_YmNKr4z5gyZg/s1600-h/DSC03764.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzZH35m85EV7eSaMaxr2EXLIk_7KtG3TAgi5Eo7pXASXcDO859qS7PghoJdYV3bluSFjbN2L5wayWNwOrfxWB5KW4wqabW3yqXLDkyZK72kZR2rFaRI3piYO-ecWUu8VZEmRcMw/s1600-h/DSC03728.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-43373788340340484352008-10-07T11:14:00.006+01:002010-01-08T12:13:34.333+00:00apie laika / about the time<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>VAKARYKŠTE DIENA TĖRA ŠIANDIENOS ATMINTIS, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>O RYTOJUS - NŪDIENOS SVAJONĖ...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>YESTERDAY IS BUT TODAY'S MEMORY </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>AND TOMORROW IS TODAY'S DREAM...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>K. Gibran</strong></span></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-18486853082342455502008-05-06T11:35:00.002+01:002008-05-06T11:39:36.599+01:00apie ta, kuri myliu - P / about the one I love - P<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPQjuRh_VjMhAuhrkJNLRRMERb8xywq3TrnPJJdO2bW3Tka2Kczgh892ym-eU7QCRLiJIutLyLu-x6nB0O2SXFEGg8MvfMylSgnJKPucGl-sNjdv59OxobZWYFoLS7qrOxH7Frg/s1600-h/DSC03032_jb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197212286470530210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPPQjuRh_VjMhAuhrkJNLRRMERb8xywq3TrnPJJdO2bW3Tka2Kczgh892ym-eU7QCRLiJIutLyLu-x6nB0O2SXFEGg8MvfMylSgnJKPucGl-sNjdv59OxobZWYFoLS7qrOxH7Frg/s320/DSC03032_jb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFv502GrFRNIAzH-oO0TsTmKUfYF5jqFOb1T-sM3T73n_pCsr_G-Oou_qu-izHAyfvGUTvsxCdvXStTdNzCTZhpf53OMU7t6EMYF8Gb-b7rL3p-pj2VvsKNiegkC5W-KAaayeng/s1600-h/DSC03052_maza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197212290765497522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFv502GrFRNIAzH-oO0TsTmKUfYF5jqFOb1T-sM3T73n_pCsr_G-Oou_qu-izHAyfvGUTvsxCdvXStTdNzCTZhpf53OMU7t6EMYF8Gb-b7rL3p-pj2VvsKNiegkC5W-KAaayeng/s320/DSC03052_maza.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGlYEnEVmPjn_0te3k5CirOLDu95LJek3CEx6we-1ZYAicWcnfnvcVMytCgbHYa26xce7awIPmdIsPlTbob35IDQPaG5jzgoWxzTICh4M1udt5vR8TzP00aQo45NHDR26E-1_Qw/s1600-h/DSC03125_jb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197212295060464834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGlYEnEVmPjn_0te3k5CirOLDu95LJek3CEx6we-1ZYAicWcnfnvcVMytCgbHYa26xce7awIPmdIsPlTbob35IDQPaG5jzgoWxzTICh4M1udt5vR8TzP00aQo45NHDR26E-1_Qw/s320/DSC03125_jb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-7849745133692165142008-05-05T11:36:00.002+01:002008-05-05T11:44:47.826+01:00apie kvapus / about the smells<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">KA TIK PRAPJAUTAS GREIPFRUTAS</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ZYDINCIOS ALYVOS TEVU KIEME</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ZEME PO LIETAUS</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">SVIEZIAI SUMALTOS KAVOS PUPELES</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">JUROS KVAPAS MAZAME ZVEJU KAIMELYJE</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">KA TIK SUTRINTAS JAPONISKAS TUSAS</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">L'EAU D'ISSEY</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;">MAMOS RANKOS</span></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-88964810490482091062008-05-04T14:11:00.003+01:002008-05-04T14:20:44.497+01:00apie gryzimus - about returns<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">KARTAIS GRYZTA TAI, KO ILGAI LAUKEI, BET DABAR JAU NEBENORI, KAD TAI GRIZTU</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">KARTAIS GRYZTI TEN, KUR ILGAI NOREJAI, BET NEBESITIKEJAI GRIZTI</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">KARTAIS GRYZTI I PATI GRYZIMO PROCESA, KAI NORETUM JAU NEBESIGREZIOTI</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">KARTAIS NORETUM GRIZTI, BET VIETA NEBEEGZISTUOJA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">KARTAIS SUVOKI, JOG NORESI GRIZTI I DABARTI</span></span></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-10797554086405079522007-11-28T18:06:00.000+00:002007-11-28T21:35:59.817+00:00apie laika - about the time<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">LYGIAI PRIES 13 METU GIME MANO VAIKAI.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">TACIAU PIRMA KARTA JUOS PAMACIAU TIK RYTOJ.</span></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-22502493113059622392007-08-23T11:56:00.001+01:002010-03-05T14:44:42.599+00:00apie jura - about sea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLH_sA9vKpuwaV00JnnZwi8A0S0hOcvPIlDpAFgSIP6N40s7sT4ZMAb88f-mJE5_h-hH_Zjel0wsB_yWniK5_OSOYvjIHSmEnbPjgLJtp0ewLYSEPRPMUVQyDUhVl_xCd8Qps0A/s1600-h/dunes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101849004477399730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLH_sA9vKpuwaV00JnnZwi8A0S0hOcvPIlDpAFgSIP6N40s7sT4ZMAb88f-mJE5_h-hH_Zjel0wsB_yWniK5_OSOYvjIHSmEnbPjgLJtp0ewLYSEPRPMUVQyDUhVl_xCd8Qps0A/s400/dunes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">I landed with a strange feeling as if i never left, as if i always lived here, but also as if my home is still London, with the feeling that i was divided into 2 people, with different bodies, different languages, different goals, different thoughts, but one heart.<br />Then - people, waiting in a small airport, waiting for their kids, parents, loved ones to get out through the narrow door.. flowers, kisses, hugs, hellos. I didn't see anyone meeting me, so i felt glad that at least one time i will have some time to look around and to go "home" alone. Then near the exit i noticed my brother (or let's say the truth - it was he who stopped me), and I was glad to see him. No flowers, now hugs, no tears - just a quiet 'how are you, missed you'..<br />after 2.5 hours of sleep - 6.30am - bus station. People, waiting for the buses, some still drunk after last night, some already having beer next to the kiosk, cleaners, queues, voices announcing arrivals and departures, pigeons looking for sunflower seeds, old russian face woman, collecting 50p near entrance to the WC, someone sleeping on the bench outside, bags, more bags...<br />After 5 hrs drive through lithuanian lanscape (yellow fields, green fields, forest, more fields, lakes, narrow rivers almost dissapearing in the green, small wooden houses, almost destroyed by the time but still dear home to some old lonely women) - the sea..<br />First what I feel - changing air. Just after crossing the lake, it becomes dry, and smells pinetrees. Dry grass, mixed with sand, trees - all leaning one direction because of the wind from the sea side. Beach is almost empty, and I sit down facing sea, fingers deep in the hot sand. Quiet - even sea doesn't talk today, neither wind. as if everything holding it's breath. Long walk, feet in the water, wet bottom of the skirt, stones and sand massaging the feet, tired of concrete.<br />i know - if the sea is calm - then the lake will be opposite. And when i see it -i know i was right - it is rough, fights with the fishermen's boats, talks, cries, spits pieces of old wood and nets, only seagulls know how to tame it... Dunes of Nida are dying, giving away it's sand for the lake.. and lake brings it out in another place, here, 9 km away from Nida..Sand travels and sees the different places like that..<br /><br />One of the things I always do there- in the night time, when all normal people are asleep, sit down by the lake, on the old piece of wood, that works as a bench alerady for 10 years, and watch the falling stars (how childish is that?:). It is a funny feeling - lake in the night time becomes invisible, like a black hole, or maybe the endless wall - and it joins with the same black sky- and it seems that you sit at the edge of the earth. Where nothing is behind. If you will step one meter ahead - you will fall down.<br />2 creatures, that knows everything about me - the sand of the dunes, and the lake. I am travelling and they are staying there, charged with my thoughts, memories, impressions. They are like a safe - i put something there, and i always can come back to take it.<br />I give them part of me, and they always give me back the strengh i need.</span></span> </span></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13922478.post-6548676014589231792007-04-25T12:39:00.000+01:002007-04-25T12:53:27.022+01:00rest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0BP5U-FpYaZF12mB23xTUBL7_tlcCgq_kZExqCKxFcpHF_LMah3eynLujU1NsaW4R2YaZes5BImBn8TtMG1NWX-R3VHSnNkWOwf8DaD_1MK3wd51yqTCQJplu9yk-B2itdoOSQ/s1600-h/Aleksandrija.+Adhano+metu+prie+mecetes+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057332533009432578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS0BP5U-FpYaZF12mB23xTUBL7_tlcCgq_kZExqCKxFcpHF_LMah3eynLujU1NsaW4R2YaZes5BImBn8TtMG1NWX-R3VHSnNkWOwf8DaD_1MK3wd51yqTCQJplu9yk-B2itdoOSQ/s400/Aleksandrija.+Adhano+metu+prie+mecetes+2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>sanshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01274610430596430609noreply@blogger.com1