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	<title>Nathalie Zegarra &#187; Creative</title>
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		<title>Stagnant as it stands</title>
		<link>http://www.freedom24.org/zed/2008/03/10/stagnant-as-it-stands/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:39:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathalie</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Stagnant it stands,
it sees you pass by
it sees you live
you don’t even notice
 
It extends it’s arm 
so it can be touched
it grants you a &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Stagnant it stands,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it sees you pass by</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it sees you live</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you don’t even notice</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It extends it’s arm </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">so it can be touched</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it grants you a breath</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">but you still don’t notice</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">It sees you age</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and build things around <span> </span>it</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">but it remains </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">stagnant</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and you still don’t notice</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Until one day</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you age you grow</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you visit it</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you grab it’s arm</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and wish you were it</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
but it’s too late,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">you’re old you fade</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
but it remains stagnant.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></p>
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		<title>Morning walk</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:36:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathalie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Bright morning
white trees all over,
edges extended  on every branch
with white dust all over.
They remain static
as if to look permanently beautiful.
The sun arrives,
dust dissolves  &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bright morning</p>
<p>white trees all over,</p>
<p>edges extended  on every branch</p>
<p>with white dust all over.</p>
<p>They remain static</p>
<p>as if to look permanently beautiful.</p>
<p>The sun arrives,</p>
<p>dust dissolves  into transparent liquid</p>
<p>they no longer extend but only bend,</p>
<p>they become bare,</p>
<p>when the sun arrives.</p>
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		<title>The black walker</title>
		<link>http://www.freedom24.org/zed/2008/03/10/the-black-walker/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:30:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathalie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Among a tiled floor,
dark and light,
and light and dark,
an instant apparition. 
She saw a walker
shaded black
down a hall
still,
tense,
static.
Dark feeling
wheels were stiff
pulse was mute
it was death.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Among a tiled floor,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">dark and light,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and light and dark,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">an instant apparition. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">She saw a walker<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">shaded black<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">down a hall<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">still,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">tense,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">static.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Dark feeling<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">wheels were stiff<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">pulse was mute<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it was death.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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		<title>The child in her dream</title>
		<link>http://www.freedom24.org/zed/2008/03/10/the-child-in-her-dream/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 17:23:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nathalie</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[ 
Half awake and half asleep, 
she saw the child sitting.
Tiled floor 
red ball in hand.
Did not look up 
didn’t even notice her, 
did not &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt" lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></strong><br />
<span lang="EN-US">Half awake and half asleep, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">she saw the child sitting.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Tiled floor <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">red ball in hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Did not look up <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">didn’t even notice her, <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">did not hear<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">did not even blink<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">the child’s bare focus <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">was on the red ball<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it seemed the world was in <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">front of him,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">it stared back <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">into his big eyes reflecting the redness <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">of the ball<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">what did it mean,<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">she did not know.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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		<title>The listener</title>
		<link>http://www.freedom24.org/zed/2007/07/07/the-listener/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jul 2007 14:44:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Creative]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[In every conversation there exists two types of actions, there are those who listen and there are those who speak. Personally, I tend to be &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In every conversation there exists two types of actions, there are those who listen and there are those who speak. Personally, I tend to be of those who sit and quitely listen, I respect a conversation that takes place among other people and I wont say anything unless I think that I am making a helpful contribution to a conversation. Although  listeners don’t always take the spotlight when in a conversation, they do take the spotlight in another conversation that doesn’t involve the same participants. These, the listeners introduce what they have heard in another place with different people, sometimes people that know about the subject, sometimes people that know nothing on the subject. When this new subject is introduced by the listener, he crosses the bridge from being a listener to being the one who speaks. I must say of course there are people that can very well do both things simultaneously.</p>
<p>So in the same way we are both listeners and speakers at different instances. What develops from this practice is the dispread of new information, and with it bringing fourth knowledge of something that may be useful if true and useless if information is taken losely and not well based on research or personal experience. Both the listener and the speaker play important roles in a conversation, the one cannot exist or validate its existence without the other. Needless to say both roles are equally important.</p>
<p>To be a good speaker you must know what you are talking about and have a source or some type of evidence of what you are saying, even if its not factual and only opinionated, you must be able to explain the rational behind your thoughts. On the other hand we have the listener, who in order to be a good and true listener must listen to every word and not interrupt what the speaker is saying, not in his mind and not out loud, The reason for both is very simple, if a listener interrupts and i say interrupts a person who is speaking he no longer is a listener, for evident reasons, people who truly listen don’t interrupt. There are also those people who interrupt in their minds, they may listen to a person but then they allow themselves to interrupt with a personal thought about the discussion or worse yet they are interrupted by thoughts that have no relation to the given subject and they tend to tune out. Both tasks are equally important and both tasks if done well are equally honourable.</p>
<p>So how do you begin as a listener or a speaker?</p>
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		<title>A Night Away</title>
		<link>http://www.freedom24.org/zed/2007/07/06/hello-world/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 21:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[How pathetic she was,
his first night away,
she flipped through 
old pictures,
listened to old songs,
read old letters.
 
All that he sang,

and all that he wrote.
she lied &#8230;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">How pathetic she was,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">his first night away,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">she flipped through </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">old pictures,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">listened to old songs,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">read old letters.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">All that he sang<span>,<br />
</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">and all that he wrote.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">she lied in bed thinking of him,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">writing about him,</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">enjoying the presence of his absence. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>
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