<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578</id><updated>2008-12-22T02:46:16.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L U C A S: I don't want a common life!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/default.aspx'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/atom.xml'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-2942211632165302018</id><published>2008-06-30T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:10:03.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para tu amor...</title><content type='html'>This is for you my dear love...only for you....I mean it...I really mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br /&gt;Desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br /&gt;Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo también&lt;br /&gt;Un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br /&gt;Y que no conoce el fin&lt;br /&gt;Un corazón que late por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tu amor no hay despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y para tu amor que me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una luna, un arco iris y un clavel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo también &lt;br /&gt;un corazón que se muere por dar amor&lt;br /&gt;y que no conoce el fin&lt;br /&gt;un corazón que late por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso yo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;tanto que no sé como explicar lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;porque tu dolor es mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;y no hay dudas&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;con el alma y con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;te venero&lt;br /&gt;hoy y siempre gracias te doy a ti mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para tu amor lo tengo todo&lt;br /&gt;lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo también&lt;br /&gt;lo conseguiré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para tu amor que es mi tesoro&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi vida entera a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo también &lt;br /&gt;un corazon que se muere por dar amor&lt;br /&gt;y que no conoce el fin&lt;br /&gt;un corazon que late por vos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso yo te quiero&lt;br /&gt;tanto que no se como explicar lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero&lt;br /&gt;porque tu dolor es mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;y no hay dudas&lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero&lt;br /&gt;con el alma y con el corazon&lt;br /&gt;te venero&lt;br /&gt;hoy y siempre, gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor&lt;br /&gt;por existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juanes</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/2942211632165302018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=2942211632165302018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/2942211632165302018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/2942211632165302018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2008/06/para-tu-amor.aspx' title='Para tu amor...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-7239718843871942844</id><published>2008-05-01T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:18:04.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿?</title><content type='html'>26...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how the dots will connect.&lt;br /&gt;I had on Friday this amazing conversation - she went through the same reflection process - It took her a while to find out.&lt;br /&gt;am I ready? NO IDEA&lt;br /&gt;I only know one thing - I need to take care of the great instrument and trust in something.&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, don't procrastinate, put a bit more of attitude - you realized today that it will make a big difference - Use them - Give them the right direction - They will do it for you - You've got only one chance!&lt;br /&gt;Don't disappoint me - I know YOU won't!&lt;br /&gt;Spider man said: Great powers come along with great responsibilities.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/7239718843871942844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=7239718843871942844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7239718843871942844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7239718843871942844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2008/05/blog-post.aspx' title='¿?'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-7530437468685455859</id><published>2008-01-26T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:35:36.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam, dad and the neighbor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace, war, love, nostalgia, madness, wind of change, hope, ignorance, misunderstanding, power, hunger of victory, pride, envy, involution.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Sam got the opportunity that he was waiting for. The idiot (neighbor) just keeps giving to him more reasons to kick him out forever. Right in the middle there is my house. Dad seems to be smarter. Smarter than the neighbor, but still he feels powerless in front of Sam's authority. My roommates are having this feeling of union. Even the ones who have been always against Dad. They are supporting Dad, coz the neighbor is saying more stupid stuff, and it seems he can be dangerous. He can do the most stupid thing ever. Therefore, they all try to take care of home. Dad left home to get some help. It seems he got someone to take care of home. Damn it! I don't want anyone who harms even a brick of home... This is weird though.. There some fucking roommates who have been doing it long time ago... Yeah, right...but what we don't want is the asshole next door to support these betrayers...They are weaker now....weaker than ever.and the neighbor may give them some oxygen..some support to strengthen their "glory"..their senseless "revolution" sponsored by the best illegal business on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are in the middle of my heart . Distracting my mad mind. Giving me fresh air and force to stand. To think clearly. To be able to find my role in the chaos of this situation. I feel it is gonna be important role, actually it is important now. Sometimes just wanna cross the Atlantic and hide myself from all this and get some rejoicing in your arms. I wish I could split myself in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all the good roommates learn before a horrible experience makes us learn. Hope the neighbor uses his brain at least once in his life. Hope Dad stays thinking clearly about this situation. Hope Sam doesn't find the remain reasons to show his power and authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How strange all this. Yeah, I am scared. But I will be brave enough in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/taVW8Kv2HcQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="177" width="212"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/7530437468685455859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=7530437468685455859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7530437468685455859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7530437468685455859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2008/01/sam-dad-and-neighbor.aspx' title='Sam, dad and the neighbor...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-1629715821946340024</id><published>2008-01-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T06:00:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To think about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.storyofstuff.com"&gt;http://www.storyofstuff.com&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/1629715821946340024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=1629715821946340024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1629715821946340024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1629715821946340024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2008/01/to-think-about.aspx' title='To think about...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-5932742125837410920</id><published>2008-01-07T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:43:08.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life present...</title><content type='html'>One image tells more than thousand words...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna show images of what has been a great month. The best Christmas ever, with the best presents I've could ever wished... mainly YOU and also what I am going to be doing next 18 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n503716218_328693_9754-713214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n503716218_328693_9754-713210.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n503716218_328696_809-717919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/n503716218_328696_809-717917.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FN5gMplOX7c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FN5gMplOX7c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/5932742125837410920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=5932742125837410920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5932742125837410920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5932742125837410920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2008/01/life-present.aspx' title='A Life present...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-1572965887672435287</id><published>2007-11-18T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T19:54:01.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you take the risk?</title><content type='html'>I know how hard it is to break paradigms. It's alright, I don't blame you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I know someone who took that risk. Actually, she took it twice...and the only consequence she's facing now - "She fell in love". So did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the risk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgW8Y7F8DN8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qgW8Y7F8DN8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/1572965887672435287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=1572965887672435287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1572965887672435287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1572965887672435287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/11/would-you-take-risk.aspx' title='Would you take the risk?'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-3405166296295436320</id><published>2007-11-15T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T09:42:18.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Egeo-116-774637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/Egeo-116-774632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Flashbacks from my childhood waiting for December vacations. Also, during the day of many Decembers 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; experiencing the longest hours of my life to get finally Christmas presents brought by Jesus/Santa at midnight. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was 5 years old at that time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Since then, I’ve never experienced before such a long time just for one day. December 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; in the morning is 30 long days ahead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding new things to do to keep myself busy and make time shorter. It’s not working so far. Maybe cause you have big percentage of my attention whatever I do or think.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Just looking forward to having you right here. Just with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/3405166296295436320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=3405166296295436320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/3405166296295436320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/3405166296295436320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/11/counting-down.aspx' title='Counting down...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-6093597318493973960</id><published>2007-11-05T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:04:39.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogota hail storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;Just two days ago...&lt;br /&gt;Facing hail storm consequences at home :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnCVU19yEjE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnCVU19yEjE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/6093597318493973960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=6093597318493973960' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/6093597318493973960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/6093597318493973960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/11/bogota-hail-storm.aspx' title='Bogota hail storm'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-4583477881054030490</id><published>2007-09-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:45:55.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-confidence...</title><content type='html'>I am not so fanatic of TV shows like X factor, Super American Idol or whatever you call it in your country...take a look at this...Also, the world is so sad aw we lost one of the best voices ever (Pavarotti)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9oxTy7KIAaA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goose bumps....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/4583477881054030490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=4583477881054030490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/4583477881054030490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/4583477881054030490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/09/self-confidence.aspx' title='Self-confidence...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-6618329573316608411</id><published>2007-09-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:12:19.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/collage-768673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/collage-768667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than two months that I don't update. They have been intense. Full of great experiences, challenges, new people and big realizations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be on MC represent at least one problem everyday. Well, I would rather call it opportunity or challenge instead problem. I remember myself about 2.5 years ago so relaxed in life: Good job, Girlfriend and great friends to go party with. I felt tired of a normal life, a common life which I didn't want want at all. Then, some decisions made. Here I am. Facing every day new things on professional side, but more on personal. What a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summary...&lt;br /&gt;- Finally I graduated: YES, I am an engineer. Sounds so powerful, doesn't it ??? After 6 years and half of stops because exchange, long theses and AIESEC stuff- I am an INFORMATIC ENGINEER of EAFIT University. I didn't attend graduation ceremony because of...see below..&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Turkey: YES, the country where some people say the western civilization was born. This country where you feel, you can smell the influence of religion in the rules, in the way most of people behave. I didn't get to spend some much time with Turkish people, inside their homes and playground as I wished because I was attending AIESEC conference, but I got to see a little bit. It's full of great people, really warm and welcoming people, in that way I felt like at home as most people in Colombia are also that way. I got to see the biggest city I've ever been to (Istanbul) and a preserved classical city of the Eastern Mediterranean, and among the best places in the world enabling one to genuinely 'soak in' the atmosphere of Roman times (Ephesus). Last days, I spent them in Kasadusi, which is an amazing town located on the coast of the Aegean sea close to Izmir.&lt;br /&gt;AIESEC conference was amazing.  As in Poland last year, the power of it are the people. Just imagine getting together for about 12 days with 700 delegates coming from 100 different countries. I don't know if there are many chances to have such a powerful experience outside AIESEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; We were about 25 Colombians and "wanna be" Colombians :P. For the first time ever. So many Colombians in an International Congress of AIESEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; AIESEC in Colombia got the Global UBS award. Which represents like the Champion country of the year. What was incredible for me was to have together all AIESEC leaders in the world, people representing some of the biggest companies that partner with AIESEC, international media. So, all these people looking at Colombia with different eyes. Looking at this generation of leaders who want to make a difference, and actually because of this a group of people who already started to make a difference. All these people challenging their world view of country that has had a really bad image because of an internal conflict for almost 60 years, drug dealers and mainly because of ignorant media. FOR ME it was the best part of receiving the award.&lt;br /&gt;- I got to see you again and have a big realization. Spent the best time of last months. :) Also, I had to deal with honesty, not with someone else, but with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno parceros and my readers (If I have any reader besides Molly :)), I promise I will update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas&lt;br /&gt;Ingeniero!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/6618329573316608411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=6618329573316608411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/6618329573316608411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/6618329573316608411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/09/what-time.aspx' title='What a time...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-3839154000981235645</id><published>2007-07-02T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:05:37.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Last month..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/BogotaFirstDays2007-025-731797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/uploaded_images/BogotaFirstDays2007-025-731795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;crazy, fast, incredible, sometimes insane, but very very &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exciting..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;They were just a few words to describe a new life. A new home. A new group of people to work with. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A bunch of new experiences lived (damn! almost a whole LIFE in three weeks), and a thousand more coming up. All coming together to make happen perhaps the craziest year in my life so far. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Cool, isn’t it? The good thing is that I am THE ONE who chose to follow this path. It’s my life, so no complaints at all…Damn! Yeah..that’s what I want…Bring it on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; with or without &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/3839154000981235645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=3839154000981235645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/3839154000981235645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/3839154000981235645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/07/last-month.aspx' title='Last month..'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-779011983106572380</id><published>2007-05-30T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T16:40:03.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente...tango feroz</title><content type='html'>Todo concluye al fin, nada puede escapar&lt;br /&gt;Todo tiene un final,todo termina&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que comprender no es eterna la vida&lt;br /&gt;El llanto en la risa, alli termina.&lt;br /&gt;Creia que el amor no tenia medida o dejas de querer, tal vez otra mujer&lt;br /&gt;Y olvide aquello que una vez pensaba que nunca acabaria, nunca acabaria , pero sin embargo terminó&lt;br /&gt;Todo me demuestra que al final de cuentas termino cada dia empiezo cada dia , creyendo en mañana, fracasó hoy&lt;br /&gt;No puedo yo entender , si es asi la verdad,de que vale ganar, si después perderé&lt;br /&gt;Inutil es pelear, no puedo detenerlo lo que hoy empecé, no sera eterno&lt;br /&gt;Creia que el amor no tenia medida o dejas de querer , tal vez otra mujer y olvide aquello que una vez pensaba que nunca acabaria nunca acabaria , pero sin embargo terminó hoy&lt;br /&gt;Todo me demuestra que al final de cuentas termino cada dia empiezo cada dia , creyendo en mañana fracasó hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta verdad , hay en vivir , solamente, solo ...........,&lt;br /&gt;el momento en que estas&lt;br /&gt;en ¡Si! el presente......el presente y nada mas&lt;br /&gt;Todo me demuestra que al final de cuentas termino cada dia empiezo cada dia , creyendo el mañana fracasó hoy</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/779011983106572380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=779011983106572380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/779011983106572380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/779011983106572380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/presente.aspx' title='Presente...tango feroz'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-1017953872066572704</id><published>2007-05-18T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T15:43:32.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the most Extreme Emerging market on earth ?...Colombia</title><content type='html'>Check this out people!!&lt;br /&gt;Video: &lt;a href="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/07/05/0517_colombia/index_01.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://images.businessweek.com/ss/07/05/0517_colombia/index_01.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/07_22/b4036001.htm?chan=top+news_top+news+index_investing"&gt;Article 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/07_22/b4036008.htm"&gt;Article 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.businessweek.com/mediacenter/podcasts/cover_stories/covercast_05_17_07.htm"&gt;Article 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/toc/07_22/B4036magazine.htm"&gt;Article 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy colombian!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/1017953872066572704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=1017953872066572704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1017953872066572704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/1017953872066572704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/whats-most-extreme-emerging-market-on.aspx' title='What&apos;s the most Extreme Emerging market on earth ?...Colombia'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-5793440301677911383</id><published>2007-05-12T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:08.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you soon Medellín...</title><content type='html'>Moving to Bogotá tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, I would have said..No Way! I am not moving to that fridge!!. Now, I am totally open to move there and start a "new" life working for AIESEC in Colombia and get to enjoy our capital..&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving Medellin. The city that will be always in my heart...The city where I grew up..the city where I was born...the city where I want to spend most of my days...the city where most of my friends and relatives are...I can't be more proud of being born there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7sn614FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fj9n0yjIQN8/s1600-h/medellin_peruanosunidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063800468840767570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7sn614FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fj9n0yjIQN8/s320/medellin_peruanosunidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7on614EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JrtSAVYIPx0/s1600-h/medellin_grand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063800400121290818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7on614EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JrtSAVYIPx0/s320/medellin_grand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7kX614DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w9hb2_KM_a4/s1600-h/alumbrado%20medellin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063800327106846770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7kX614DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/w9hb2_KM_a4/s320/alumbrado%2520medellin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Himno de Medellín&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;La ciudad donde nacíy con mis amigos crecí, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;la ciudad que es de mis hijos, donde vivo y tabajopor tí. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Medellín crece contigo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;su progreso es para todos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caras alegres que son ejemplo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hombres honesto sque trabajan con tesón,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para Colombia y en Antioquia nuestro futuro será mejor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depende también de tí, dale amor a Medellin... &lt;strong&gt;¡Quiero a Medellín! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/5793440301677911383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=5793440301677911383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5793440301677911383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5793440301677911383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/see-you-soon-medelln.aspx' title='See you soon Medellín...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkY7sn614FI/AAAAAAAAASE/fj9n0yjIQN8/s72-c/medellin_peruanosunidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-5389584585078406774</id><published>2007-05-08T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:09.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years young.....</title><content type='html'>A quarter of century old already (May 1st-1982)..I would rather say 25 years young.&lt;br /&gt;Here some pics of that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFBpn6139I/AAAAAAAAARE/mkRyvySSJ70/s1600-h/LucasBirthday2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFBpn6139I/AAAAAAAAARE/mkRyvySSJ70/s320/LucasBirthday2007+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062399639487373266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from balcony on May 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFCA3613_I/AAAAAAAAARU/kAhXGNwIY28/s1600-h/LucasBirthday2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFCA3613_I/AAAAAAAAARU/kAhXGNwIY28/s320/LucasBirthday2007+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062400038919331826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AIESECers (MC 0607)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFCN3614AI/AAAAAAAAARc/GifCvq9DkBY/s1600-h/LucasBirthday2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFCN3614AI/AAAAAAAAARc/GifCvq9DkBY/s320/LucasBirthday2007+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062400262257631234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFD8n614CI/AAAAAAAAARs/A528KwUVDGw/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFD8n614CI/AAAAAAAAARs/A528KwUVDGw/s320/DSC00185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062402164928143394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bee (current MCVP Projects) and her successor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/5389584585078406774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=5389584585078406774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5389584585078406774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/5389584585078406774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/25-years-young.aspx' title='25 years young.....'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RkFBpn6139I/AAAAAAAAARE/mkRyvySSJ70/s72-c/LucasBirthday2007+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-7149049164143359084</id><published>2007-05-04T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:00:50.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Step taken...</title><content type='html'>Finally, my "nightmare" (it took me too long) is over. Today, I defended my thesis. The presentation went great and I got the top score (5 out of 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Technical (boring) description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a software implementation of one protocol that allow digital libraries (libraries that store multimedia content, documents, etc.)  to share information. In that way, the EAFIT University digital library will contain information from other libraries seen as only one. Cool!!!.. Oh man “what a geek”, I am not!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I am so happy that now I can move to Bogota with my bachelor degree in Systems Engineering.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/7149049164143359084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=7149049164143359084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7149049164143359084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7149049164143359084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/step-taken.aspx' title='Step taken...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-8364678578384993550</id><published>2007-05-03T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:09.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Change..Questions Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RjpUrn6138I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yh5gCcpAK0A/s1600-h/Alive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RjpUrn6138I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yh5gCcpAK0A/s320/Alive.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060450239731064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last days have been intense.  Is it possible that your mind go that crazy after just a few days without a logic explanation???&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of things going on, also so many things to think about. Tomorrow, I am defending my thesis (something finally done that took me almost 18 months to end), BUT my mind is somewhere else missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to feel that way though. It makes me feel alive, "Muy VIVO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions Questions!!! Who can answer? Can you? You know who I am talking to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/8364678578384993550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=8364678578384993550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/8364678578384993550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/8364678578384993550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/05/change-changequestions-questions.aspx' title='Change Change..Questions Questions'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RjpUrn6138I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yh5gCcpAK0A/s72-c/Alive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-7192841561053461141</id><published>2007-04-22T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:10.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye my LC AIESEC EAFIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RiwwErLOrAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msHXYootQs0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056469338497657858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RiwwErLOrAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msHXYootQs0/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago I asked for ALUMNI status in the LC that saw me to grow..the LC that gave all the things that AIESEC has given me so far... Asking for ALUMNI status in your LC is a tradition that we have in AIESEC in Colombia, and it' also the space where all the ones that in someway you touched thank for all the effort...Thanks my LC for great moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;For you all…&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Who made this unforgettable…&lt;br /&gt;You…people…&lt;br /&gt;That’s the most important thing that remains in me,,,&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;For just one second…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;There was something that blew my mind..&lt;br /&gt;It was not the top of the hill of my life…&lt;br /&gt;I saw the start point though..It was the beginning of something that changed as much as my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;It turned to be a big part of my whole life…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I saw the way to start having a contribution developing myself…by striving for the development of you guys,,,If there is only one who saw this, then it was worth it..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Andres, Diana, Kelly, Diego, Kta, Esteban…thanks for believing in that idea since the very beginning…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It wouldn’t have been the same without you guys. You challenged me…You took my hand, and together we took all these great people hand for a better future. And it turned to be the best present ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am leaving today part of my heart here…a big part…you have no idea how big it is. Sometimes I think life is about splitting up your heart with the ones you care about, and this space, this part of my life will keep with big one part of it….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It’s tough to come up with words to describe every single moment that we spent together, and now I look at the young faces….and Life just shows me a mirror with many of you…Nowadays then…it also tells me it’s time to go…it is time for you to take whatever you want to call it either legacy or “chicharron”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The time I’ve spent here makes me feel responsible for one future…my own… and some others…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am not taking taking with me lots of things. Barely, life experiences that I cannot pass to you. You just gotta go there and live it on your own..”Life is the universal platform for all people to fall down and stand up thousand times for learning and having a better future for yourself and your circle of influence” (aiesecer definition of life)…I just want to leave some statements that hope can tell you something and help you for having a better experience here….but I am warning you…it comes all from my meandering experience..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Challenge always your leaders, but expect your fellows to challenge you even more..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Whatever is out there that doesn’t allow things work, look at it deeply and give it a chance…if he/she doesn’t take the chance, just push it away”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Don’t ever swallow without taking a look at what you’re swallowing,.. watch out!!!,,, your throat could get stuck.. ”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Don’t spend …..I would rather say don’t waste your time in talking too much….invest your time in action…action is what the world really needs”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;“Have always a beer with that person who is special”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forever AIESEC EAFIT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lucas Florez&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Former LCP 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Proudly Alumnus AIESEC EAFIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;PS: Video that I amde, one that my EB 2006 made for me...thnks again my dear LC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="297" width="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rWR0CwFJ9M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5rWR0CwFJ9M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="297" width="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="245" width="297"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbRjAtXimCg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbRjAtXimCg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="297" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/7192841561053461141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=7192841561053461141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7192841561053461141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/7192841561053461141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/04/good-bye-my-lc-aiesec-eafit.aspx' title='Good bye my LC AIESEC EAFIT'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/RiwwErLOrAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/msHXYootQs0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-20260547648101491</id><published>2007-03-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:10.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear sunscreen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rgl7Q9G5eEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e_nAP_RI6d0/s1600-h/caution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046700388656969794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rgl7Q9G5eEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e_nAP_RI6d0/s320/caution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear sunscreen by Mary Schmich &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for me, one of the most incredibles LIFE QUOTATION I've ever seen... I want to share it with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen ... wear sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.&lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are NOT as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;Floss. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rgl7ltG5eFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DxP_WelvT3I/s1600-h/shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046700745139255378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rgl7ltG5eFI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DxP_WelvT3I/s320/shark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life&lt;/strong&gt;. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get to know your parents&lt;/strong&gt;, you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair&lt;/strong&gt;, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="210" width="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CVB8YSOLK4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0CVB8YSOLK4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="255" height="210"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/20260547648101491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=20260547648101491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/20260547648101491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/20260547648101491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/03/wear-sunscreen.aspx' title='Wear sunscreen...'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rgl7Q9G5eEI/AAAAAAAAAQc/e_nAP_RI6d0/s72-c/caution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-2658088169414770316</id><published>2007-03-07T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:11.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><title type='text'>Don't take it for granted!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Re8vDU35X4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QNTEO7U54mw/s1600-h/happyWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039298242240143234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Re8vDU35X4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QNTEO7U54mw/s320/happyWorld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life is one. It passes so fast. It’s only an opportunity to make things happen and make real contribution to next generations. Most of human beings say they live life looking for happiness. There are also many interpretations/meanings of happiness depending on every individual’s background and beliefs coming from religion, personal values, etc. For me, the concept of happiness is very attached to the contribution that I can have in others life and in that way, to my own life. Also to increase my circle of influence day by day by acting according to my values and doing what I am passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice quote I got from a friend of mine “Be brave, committed and have strong desire for doing things”. Three things to make big things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is passing through really important time for not following a path, but creating a new trail…what do I need????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago in the bus on the way to University got into the bus a guy with a serious health problem. He said he wanted to change the world, he said he would love to go out there a work so hard for his city, country and world…but he was missing one thing..Health…His body at this point of time cannot response to the thing he wants it to make. So in the bus and He taught me one thing: DON’T TAKE HEALTH FOR GRANTED and be responsible for really living. Live, live, live…most of us are healthy.. so let’s sleep less, let’s read more, let’s take more risks, let’s smile even with the toughest situation…that’s life guys…that’s all it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one Colombian singer says (Diomedes Diaz): Virgen del Carmen: Dame vida, dame salud, que lo demás lo resuelvo yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh!!! About the nice picture…think deeply about it as meaning of happiness..as I was saying above about enjoying every single second as much as you can. It makes you feel free; you’re getting a short term goal, (I got it from gettyimages.com..it’s not mine ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/2658088169414770316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6392685019248235578&amp;postID=2658088169414770316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/2658088169414770316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6392685019248235578/posts/default/2658088169414770316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucasflz.nomadlife.org/2007/03/dont-take-for-granted.aspx' title='Don&apos;t take it for granted!!!'/><author><name>Lucas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00181340191046633169</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Re8vDU35X4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QNTEO7U54mw/s72-c/happyWorld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392685019248235578.post-3206568363276581542</id><published>2007-02-22T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:11.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polonia...Polska...Poland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rd5fnv5bCII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0J-WuZGOaSg/s1600-h/polskaGeneral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034566569923643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibzPqrGUwsI/Rd5fnv5bCII/AAAAAAAAAEI/0J-WuZGOaSg/s320/polskaGeneral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sentarse de frente al mundo y decir que es un lugar donde cada uno tiene su misión, donde cada juega un rol en el destino de este y sus habitantes, ese lugar que aún se pregunta en los espíritus mas curiosos por su comienzo, y que ni la mas grande de las teorías aún sustenta una base firme para resolver dichas cuestiones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El observar, tocar, oler, sentir, jugar, reír, llorar, en una sola palabra vivir esa creación, sin duda alguna logra en los individuos mas aventajados que habitan el mundo (llámese humanos)jugar un rol mas relevante en el destino de este. No hay vivencia empírica mas impactante que la de entrarse uno mismo a todos los sitios posibles, acercarse a la mayor cantidad posible de personas de diversos orígenes que enrolan en esta historia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo anterior creo que expresa razones y motivos de buscar espacios tan singulares que solo ofrece una organización como AIESEC. El hasta la fecha momento-experiencia mas recalcado fue sin duda alguna el asistir al Congreso Internacional de la organización realizado en Polonia entre Agosto y Septiembre de 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí, estuvieron mas de 600 personas representando la diversidad de la organización, nacionalidades de mas de 100 países buscando el desarrollo propio para jugar un rol mas relevante en sociedad y en la guía del planeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salí de Medellín el 19 de Agosto a las nueve de la mañana desde el José María Córdoba en un avión holandés llamado FUKKER, aquello del nombre debe hacer honor a la forma en que se mueve. Salimos de Bogotá gran parte de la delegación colombiana (Juank, Iván, Lala, Pipe) 6:15pm despegó el avión; ese día me día después de ver a Juank y a pipe me di cuenta que no soy la personas más gallina para montar en avión. Llegamos al medio día Paris, donde por aquello de la conexión tocó dormir por 7 horas en el piso del aeropuerto como backpackers desconsolados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente Varsovia. La recepción en Varsovia por parte de la policía polaca gracias a nuestros pasaportes no fue la mas calurosa, nuestro país sigue con esa imagen creada por algunos pocos desde años atrás, Pipe, Juank e Iván fueron los mas incomodados, pero bueno el que nada debe nada teme, aunque la historia no finalizó allí con la súper requisa que le estaban haciendo a Pipe e Iván, ya estábamos tranquilos porque nos iban a dejar entrar finalmente a Polonia, hasta que nuestra queridísima Aleja Laiton nos confesó que traía algo en su maleta, que posiblemente nos hubiera hecho deportarnos, la nuestra muy linda MCVP PD traía "Té de coca" en su maleta ""Dios!!!!!!", por inofensivo que sea el asunto solo recibió miradas asesinas de sus compañeros gracias a la ideita del llevar té de coca a Polonia. Pero bien finalmente a ella no la requisaron y por eso no fuimos deportados. Se te quiere Lalita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para aquellos que planean ir a un evento internacional que signifique cruzar el océano o tener cambios de horario extremo, aquí va la primera recomendación: Acostarse inmediatamente llegue la noche del lugar donde lleguen, eso les representara el éxito o fracaso en términos de energía corporal para el resto del evento sin REDBULL o café en exceso. Esa noche que llegamos el CC (algo como OC, pero se denomina así para este tipo de congresos) iba esperando gente en el aeropuerto y mas o menos cada una hora y media o dos horas iba llegando un bus a recoger la gente por tandas, es por eso que buscamos un sitio en el aeropuerto donde nos vendieran PIWO (Cerveza en Polaco), allí ya había gente de Noruega, Holanda, Hong Kong, Cono Sur, Marruecos y poco empezábamos a ver la dimensión en cuanto a diversidad que tiene un International Congress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una nota simpática fue que el primer amigo que hicimos Lala y yo, era noruego y su nombrese escribía Berge, pero adivinen como se pronunciaba, nada mas y nada menos "Verga", al pobre se le explicó que significaba en español y de ahí en adelante todo fue Verga a las mil voces.Antes del comienzo oficial de IC, están los premeeting, que es el espacio donde las regiones se reúnen y discuten sobre temas de cooperación, nuevas iniciativas y se tiene un acercamiento directo con AI y los otros países de la región. Esta vez es labor se la deje al MC y decidí ir a conocer un poco mas de ese país con tanta historia y tan particular. Varsovia es una ciudad que combina arquitectura antigua europea y moderna, la parte antigua en su mayoría fue reconstruida, ya que los alemanes destruyeron el 80% de la ciudad cuando finalizaba la segunda guerra y Rusia venia en camino para apoyar a Polonia y los polacos se levantaron contra los Nazis. El caminar por una ciudad como Varsovia da la sensación de realmente estar recorriendo la historia, y encontrar en todos los rincones esa historia desde la segunda guerra, luego el comunismo, y finalmente un país que hoy en día se desarrolla y prepara su ingreso a la comunidad europea.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente llega el día esperado y comienza IC, un openning ceremony de ensueño, donde este país nos mostró sus bailes y con ellos gran parte de su cultura (Hey!! las polacas bailan muy bueno!!! Es enserio, además de que son divinas). La plenaria de apertura fue sin duda el momento donde vimos la inmensidad de un evento como IC, alrededor de 700 delegados vistiendo trajes típicos de sus países, camisetas de Fútbol de sus seleccionados, debido a que el Global Village era en las horas de la tarde de ese día. Fueron 96 Roll calls, mas el de AIESEC Internacional, el grupo de facilitadores y el CC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me pregunto que se siente en ese momento, y creo que sencillamente no hay respuesta, es como tener el mundo en un solo lugar por unos días, es maravillarse, y como decía Brodie Boland PAI 2005-2006, "Todos con la misma Visión pero con la diversidad en contribución", sencillamente increíble. Sabía que al volver a Colombia tendría que llegar a pagar alrededor de 3 millones de pesos, y que la iba a tener duro en cuanto a situación monetaria de regreso a Colombia, pero estar ahí parado y ver esa diversidad, sencillamente me hizo olvidar de eso. Pienso que uno tiene cosas, dinero, pertenencias que en cualquier momento alguien te las puede arrebatar, pero ese tipo de experiencias que ofrece AIESEC nadie las puede arrebatar.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo que no quería dormir ni un segundo, teníamos breaks, y fiestas para ir a recuperarnos del cansancio, pero no, eso es lo que hace IC mas valioso, el tiempo que uno invierte con la gente, y la cantidad de personas que se conocen solamente ofreciendo una sonrisa. Creo que la mayoría de asistentes a IC siguen esta filosofía, y es por eso que nadie, pero nadie esta 100% durante el evento, y gracias también a esto es que en los últimos días alrededor del 80% de los delegados estaban enfermos, unos con gripa, algunos otros deshidratados, y se comenzaba a ver en la cara pura vejez prematura. Creo que un IC te envejece unos dos años, pero vale la pena. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día que se terminó el congreso uno no alcanza a abrazos a todas esas grandiosas personas que conoce durante esos 12 inolvidables días, todo pasa tan rápido y el cansancio es tal que ya la mente no procesa el hecho de que la mayoría de aquellas personas no las vas a volver a ver en tu vida. Inmediatamente se cerró el Congreso 6 de 8 de la delegación colombiana (incluyéndome) empacó maletas y se dirigió a coger bus rumbo a la estación “WARSAWA CENTRALNA”, algo así como la Terminal de transportes. Compramos tiquetes para salir a la 1am hacia la ciudad de Krakovia. Fue mas o menos unas 5 horas y media en las incomodas sillas de clase turística de ese tren. Cerca de esa ciudad se encuentra el campo de concentración NAZI mas grande y famoso, donde murieron alrededor de 1’500.000 de personas principalmente judíos de varios países de Europa. Awswitchz como se llama el campo creo que la experiencia mas fuerte en acercamiento a la historia, es un lugar que sin duda te marca pues por mas que pasen los años, todavía el ambiente allí es pesado y se siente un olor extraño que te transporta en el tiempo. Sin duda el estar allí durante unas cuatro horas me hizo pensar más aún en el hecho del haber invertido muy bien mi dinero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los últimos días los pasé en Varsovia donde tuve la oportunidad de conocer mucho más la ciudad, gracias a nuestros queridos anfitriones ex entrenados de Rosario amigos de Sergio, una súper querida pareja de polacos que incluso hablan el español y nos mostraron algo más de aquella capital tan histórica, tuve también la oportunidad de visitar las (es más de una) oficinas del comité local Warsawa SGH (Varsovia Escuela de Economía), que a mi juicio es uno de los mejores comités locales del mundo, y es en Polonia uno de los otros países al igual que en Colombia donde AIESEC se vive con tanta pasión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lubie Polska!! Lubie Polskie kubiety!!! Kochanie Tęsknię za Tobą. 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