<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:08:05.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English is the modern Latin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-4281444819901708522</id><published>2010-08-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:19:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Krzysztof Klenczon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td background="" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krzysztof Klenczon (b. January 14, 1942 in Pułtusk, Poland, d. April 8, 1981 in Chicago) was a Polish&amp;nbsp;singer and songwriter, member of Czerwone Gitary, later Trzy Korony.&lt;br /&gt;On February 25, 1981 Klenczon was seriously injured by a drunk driver in Chicago. He died on April 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/nBcwpJp"&gt;http://t.co/nBcwpJp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/p6BXf7Y"&gt;http://t.co/p6BXf7Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/zgx9W37"&gt;http://t.co/zgx9W37&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/8yIqwYf"&gt;http://t.co/8yIqwYf&lt;/a&gt; - Among the comments there is also an English translation of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/c7Xwo1a"&gt;http://t.co/c7Xwo1a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td height="1" style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/e91nzW7"&gt;http://t.co/e91nzW7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-4281444819901708522?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href="http://t.co/FsXFcuE"&gt;http://t.co/FsXFcuE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/FGlIuGy"&gt;http://t.co/FGlIuGy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-56002662734867940?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/56002662734867940/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=56002662734867940' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A8YDlj5Ffs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A8YDlj5Ffs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-4589777259464340117?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/4589777259464340117/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=4589777259464340117' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/4589777259464340117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/4589777259464340117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2010/08/marek-grechuta.html' title='Marek Grechuta'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-7959288098310264802</id><published>2010-08-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T06:30:19.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edyta Bartosiewicz "Mistrz" (Master)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="tweet-url web" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; COLOR: rgb(128,107,0); PADDING-TOP: 0px; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://t.co/bha63Zt" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://t.co/bha63Zt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought once that every master knows the answer / When a handful of his wisdom filled my ego / For awareness of the purpose, for something to believe in / Despair turned my Master / So good to have someone, just trust him / In the darkness I'm lost, You lead, Master / He told me something that for me this time / Was unclear and weak / Now I know, wisdom is within us / Let's listen to vibrations of our bodies / Each of us once had his master / Drew of him, identified himself with him / Every master had once his master /  And you can be a master, too / And that day will come when you will want / To feel the freedom of its flavor / Now you know everything is in us / Let's listen to vibrations of our bodies / Each of us once had his master / Drew of him, identified himself with him / Every master had once his master / And you can be a master, too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-7959288098310264802?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/7959288098310264802/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=7959288098310264802' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/7959288098310264802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/7959288098310264802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2010/08/edyta-bartosiewicz-mistrz-master_20.html' title='Edyta Bartosiewicz &quot;Mistrz&quot; (Master)'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-2873367689529788633</id><published>2010-08-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:05:21.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edyta Bartosiewicz "Mandarynka" (Tangerine)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t.co/4uTlMPA"&gt;http://t.co/4uTlMPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a tangerine today / In your tangerine dream / I will tempt your eyes / To make you peel me from the skin / My body is like a pulp / If only you could / I'm patiently waiting for you to / Take me in the mouth... / I'm so sweet / (Tangerine) / Do not interrupt your sleep / Please do not leave me / Because after all who would otherwise want / To love tangerine? / No, please do not leave me... / I want to be a tangerine today... / I'm so sweet / (Tangerine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(Tangerine)'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-5621432129652128482</id><published>2010-08-18T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:48:06.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maanam "Cykady na Cykladach" (Cicadas in the Cyclades)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVC-HemH9iM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hVC-HemH9iM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very very very quiet / The sun is burning naked bodies / The sea and the sky are shining strongly / Good oh how good to me / I'm eating sweet sweet grapes / You are sleeping in my my arms / The sea and the sky are shining strongly / Good oh how good to me / Cicadas in the Cyclades / Cicadas in the Cyclades / At night the stars are falling / And the disco is playing / For a very very short time / All around I see a swarm of butterflies / I'm having such hot feet / Hot sun in my mouth / I'm eating sweet sweet grapes / You are sleeping in my my arms / The sea and the sky are shining strongly / Good oh how good to me / Cicadas in the Cyclades / Cicadas in the Cyclades / At the night the stars are falling / And the disco is playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/5621432129652128482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2010/08/maanam-cykady-na-cykladach-cicadas-in.html' title='Maanam &quot;Cykady na Cykladach&quot; (Cicadas in the Cyclades)'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-1160774900074718157</id><published>2010-08-06T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T07:12:56.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edyta Bartosiewicz "Sen" (Dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5Z0rHJ-kfM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5Z0rHJ-kfM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;This is my dream this dream scares me / I shut in a room without walls / There is nothing there is no me it's kind of safe / But it is not just in my dream / This is my dream this dream embarrasses me / Greedy and evil still want more / There is nothing there is no me it's kind of wonderful / But all is not well in my dream / Wakes me up the wind - the wind brings fear / Wakes me rain - rain embraces me / Wakes me glow of hot days / Wakes me cry - or still dreaming? / There is nothing there is no me it's kind of safe / But it is not good in my ... dream / Wakes me up the wind - the wind brings fear / Wakes me rain - rain embraces me / Wakes me glow of hot days / Wakes me cry - or still dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-1160774900074718157?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/1160774900074718157/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=1160774900074718157' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-8786628470322888729</id><published>2010-07-18T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T04:42:27.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EDYTA BARTOSIEWICZ - NEWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lastfm.pl/music/Edyta+Bartosiewicz" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(128, 107, 0); "&gt;http://www.lastfm.pl/music/Edyta+Bartosiewicz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;You can watch videos of Edyta Bartosiewicz here!...                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.klub.fm/blog/2010/05/30354orange-warsaw-festival/" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(128, 107, 0); "&gt;http://www.klub.fm/blog/2010/05/30354orange-warsaw-festival/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Edyta Bartosiewicz is coming back!                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;Her new album will appear in autumn.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://fm.tuba.pl/radio-internetowe/Edyta+Bartosiewicz" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(128, 107, 0); "&gt;http://fm.tuba.pl/radio-internetowe/Edyta+Bartosiewicz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;--- If you want to hear her another song just click this link again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-8786628470322888729?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/8786628470322888729/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=8786628470322888729' title='Komentarze (0)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/8786628470322888729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/8786628470322888729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2010/07/edyta-bartosiewicz-news.html' title='EDYTA BARTOSIEWICZ - NEWS'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-5466976125023662052</id><published>2009-08-27T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:16:28.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edyta Bartosiewicz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'The best of' Edyta Bartosiewicz... an amazing Polish singer, composer and songwriter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsvTauw9Np8"&gt;"Move Over", "Tak&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsvTauw9Np8"&gt;e My Soul With You"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oUn48zH3jo"&gt;"Jenny" ('Jenny, my name is Jenny... what's going on in her head... only I know')&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R6loqYkh_2M"&gt;"The Clock"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wvrjc3ty9o"&gt;"I Lied"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U29W1ljYPuA"&gt;"The Last One" ('dance with me once again...')&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iE6fhG2-mmM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=D4933E93EDB269DD&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=7"&gt;"Innocence"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6UNQnJalqg"&gt;"A Story"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/EdytaBartosiewicz"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/EdytaBartosiewicz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edyta_Bartosiewicz"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edyta_Bartosiewicz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edyta Bartosiewicz is often called 'the Polish voice of the X-generation'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-5466976125023662052?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/5466976125023662052/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=5466976125023662052' title='Komentarze (2)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/5466976125023662052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/5466976125023662052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2009/08/edyta-bartosiewicz.html' title='Edyta Bartosiewicz'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-5142082373615544851</id><published>2009-03-19T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:38:27.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The astrological 'tao'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"If it be so that throughout his life man is subject to various cosmic influences, it cannot be otherwise than also creations of his mind, whether in the sphere of art or culture, are subtly linked to the nature of the universal forces which have their share in shaping the creator's earthly existence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"However, in the world literature I have menaged to find only one character who in the course of the plot would experience all the phases of the zodiacal growth. It is The Little Prince, brought to the life by Antoine Saint-Exupery in the story familiar to most of us ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"However, the tao, or the way, of the Zodiac is reflected in natural growth processes characteristic of all living organisms, not only adult humans as it is sometimes uncritically assumed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"In the initial period of life, reactions of a baby are strikingly similar to the behaviors typical for the phase of Aries. Since the baby's sence of security is founded upon the urge 'to be', all shortages, needs, and dislikes are announced in a surprisingly audible voice which rouses the family and neighbors out of bed with little regard for the time of night. If a baby wants something, it wants it at once, and so most reactions are piercingly clear. At the same time, a baby is totally helpless at the stimuli reaching it from the unknown, outer world. It no more remembers yesterday, than it cares for tomorrow. What is important is 'here and now'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In the phase of Taurus the sense of security is based on the urge 'to have'. The baby notices that the parents grow less and less concerned about its screams and cries, while they, together with other people, bring it heaps of colourful, glittering objects which clutter the crib and room. The outer world, the closest toys beyond the crib are starting to appeare more and more attractive. Only a reconnaissance of the closest premises, the room and the house, can satisfy the baby's growing curiosity, though, we may add, in a somewhat superficial, Geminian fashion. Its sense of security rests now on the efficiency of the processes of information and communication, which are related to the numerous duties of the sign's patron, Hermes/Mercury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;However, should the child get frightened, hurt, or 'lost' while reconnoitring the ground, it quickly runs to mummy, daddy, or granny, or just back t o its well-known, secure crib. Crying, it finds consolation in the closeness and warmth of its mother or nurse. In this way the child enters the phase of Cancer, which, under the guardianship of the Moon, is concerned with stabilizing the security of one's status quo. Comforted, the kids begins to play, draw, or hum a tune. Felling safe, it can be 'creative', at last, which is so important for Leo. However, if the play tends to prolong beyond all reasonable limits, the little one risks being reprimanded or even punished, since for its own benefit it has to get used to keeping a certain order, cleanness, hygiene, and healthy daily schedule - all essential for the phase of Virgo and the related sixth house of the birthart. The toys have to be put away, and then the hands must be washed, dinner eaten, bath taken, and bed 'gone to', while each of these seems to the kid far less exciting than the play. It is only natural, therefore, that it tries to make a 'deal' with its parents about the conditions of the capitulation, although not always in the best of styles and with the most desirable of results. It is not infrequent to hear then offers, 'I'll put away my things and wash all by myself if you let me watch so and so in the evening'. A reasonable compromise is the essence of the phase of Libra, connected with negotiations and other ways of achieving the state of stable balance. If the 'parties' cannot strike a satisfying compromise, though, an open confrontation threatens (negative aspect of the Aries-Libra opposition), which will take place on a battlefield of Scorpio. Then, unpleasant consequences may arise (especially painful for the little one), resulting from a breach of the terms of the agreement. In the phase of Sagittarius the kid creates a new awareness of his relationships with the environment, and having formalized them in the phase of Capricorn, he rebels in Aquarius demanding independence seemingly at any price, which is then actually paid in the phase of Pisces when he either becomes a victim of his or other people's actions, or develops through suffering and through a solitary reflection prepares for a new cycle, which will inevitably start in the phase of Aries, this time, however, on a higher level of understanding of its sense and significance." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From the book "Nieznany swiat astrologii" ("The Unknown World of Astrology") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by the polish astrologer, Leszek Weres (from the part translated into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;English by Dariusz Rossowski). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RAVI , 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-5142082373615544851?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/5142082373615544851/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=5142082373615544851' title='Komentarze (3)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/5142082373615544851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/5142082373615544851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2009/03/astrological-tao.html' title='The astrological &apos;tao&apos;'/><author><name>Aquarius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00074242703765151229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/Sal2dt0iSfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/C6ZtNNQu_Ag/S220/aq..bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5626905757641592150.post-1177908324034990353</id><published>2009-02-26T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:27:52.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roads... ( where do all they lead to? )</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is a theory that all roads lead to Rome. But when I think about things like yoga, chess, or Buddhism for example,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/SalU6Eso6MI/AAAAAAAAADU/k7xKoZ-qDts/s1600-h/Roads.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307866992502958274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C87WtR6zWXA/SalU6Eso6MI/AAAAAAAAADU/k7xKoZ-qDts/s320/Roads.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sometimes It seems to me that they all lead to India. And sometimes I also think that they all lead to Athens, or to the ancient town "Ur". But why not to New Orleans, Nashville, or Koszalin, for instance? There is also a point of view that they all lead to Afrika. The last one is very popular in genetics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my opinion the key is the web, that exists as a result of all those roads. And that connects them. Internet is also some kind of a web. And some kind of space, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people may think that they live in their own, specific places, in their own, small, specific spaces. But the more universal and global any web we create becomes, the quicker we seem to realise that we all live in one place. In one space.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I think that all roads lead to people, in the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5626905757641592150-1177908324034990353?l=piotr-salanko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/feeds/1177908324034990353/comments/default' title='Komentarze do posta'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5626905757641592150&amp;postID=1177908324034990353' title='Komentarze (2)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/1177908324034990353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5626905757641592150/posts/default/1177908324034990353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piotr-salanko.blogspot.com/2009/02/roads-where-do-all-they-lead-to.html' title='Roads... 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