<?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-6897002140894848200</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:48:10.853+02:00</updated><category term='Madrid/Barajas'/><category term='Geo'/><category term='Gris/Grey'/><category term='Amsterdam'/><category term='Moscú/Moscow'/><category term='Viveiro'/><category term='Noruega/Norway'/><category term='Rosa/Pink'/><category term='Firenze'/><category term='Zaragoza'/><category term='Buenos Aires'/><category term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category term='Groucho'/><category term='Genève'/><category term='Madrid'/><category term='Blanco/White'/><category term='Lugo'/><category term='Salamanca'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Azul/Blue'/><category term='Vigo'/><category term='Brunilda'/><category term='Morado/Purple'/><category term='Accra'/><category term='Rojo/Red'/><category term='Negro/Black'/><category term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><category term='Mont Blanc'/><category term='Información/Information'/><category term='Estambul/Istanbul'/><category term='Naranja/Orange'/><category term='Palma de Mallorca'/><category term='V.I.P'/><category term='Turquesa/Turqoise blue'/><category term='Verde/Green'/><category term='Andorra'/><category term='Barcelona'/><title type='text'>Homeless Aliens Project</title><subtitle type='html'>Vida y obra de alienígenas reales que pueden estar esperándote.
&lt;i&gt;Life and matters of real aliens that can be waiting for you.&lt;/i&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4574360683192035887</id><published>2010-09-08T02:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:14:37.934+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Vera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-hC0eHQDI/AAAAAAAABcg/59yVVaBpGSE/s1600/Vera+GLG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-hC0eHQDI/AAAAAAAABcg/59yVVaBpGSE/s400/Vera+GLG1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494287140232052786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GLG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace relativamente poco tiempo que Vera llegó a la tierra, y si vino fue porque unos familiares suyos la convencieron. Reconozcámoslo: Vera siempre fue muy escéptica con el tema de la emigración a nuestro planeta, y aborrecía la idea de dejar su hogar pero, con el paso del tiempo, se fue dando cuenta de que si no venía se iba a quedar sola en su planeta, y decidió venir. Vera, una alien muy de la vieja escuela, se está adaptando con bastante facilidad a la tierra y los humanos, pero sigue habiendo muchísimas cosas que la desconciertan y que se siente incapaz de comprender. Como, por ejemplo, las citas exprés. Que un grupo de machos y hembras humanos paguen por reunirse en una cafetería y hablar unos con otros por turnos cronometrados (y que, de este modo esperen encontrar el amor) es algo que, sencillamente, la asombra y la inquieta hasta tal punto que se está planteando llevar a cabo un estudio serio sobre esta cuestión. En estos momentos está reuniendo bibliografía.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identidifation: GLG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally releades in: Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera arrived on earth not so long ago, and truth is she came because some relatives of her talkes her into it. Let's face it: Vera had always been very skeptical when it came to destiny-earth-immigration, and she hated the idea of leaving her home. But time went by and the idea grew on her when she realized that she would end up alone in her planet if she didn't come to earth. And so, she came. Vera, a very old-school alien, is adapting herself rather well to earth and humans, but there's still plenty of things that disconcert her, because she can't understand them. Like, for example, speed dating. The fact that a group of male and female humans decide to pay for getting together in a cafe and talking to one another taking turns and being timed (and the fact that they expect to find love this way) is something that astonishes and worries her so much that she is planning on making a serious study on the subject. She's currently gathering her bibliography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4574360683192035887?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4574360683192035887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4574360683192035887&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4574360683192035887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4574360683192035887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/09/vera.html' title='Vera'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-hC0eHQDI/AAAAAAAABcg/59yVVaBpGSE/s72-c/Vera+GLG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1578036094580358376</id><published>2010-09-08T02:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:53:41.001+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Benetnasch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-iEx8z7GI/AAAAAAAABco/Umq4P9hEJNs/s1600/Benetnasch+TRB9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-iEx8z7GI/AAAAAAAABco/Umq4P9hEJNs/s400/Benetnasch+TRB9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494288273426869346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRB9&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Zaragoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benetnasch adora la mitología grecolatina. En el colegio fue por letras puras y en clase de griego eran siete (en total, entre humanos y aliens), pero el profesor era un tipo muy divertido, al que le gustaba explicar los temas mitológicos como quien explica cotilleos sobre gente famosa. En el fondo, bien mirado, Benetnasch pensaba y todavía piensa que es lo mismo. &lt;br /&gt;"Resulta que Urano, que era hijo de Gea -hijo autoengendrado por ella misma sin concurso de varón, chavales, porque esta señora tenía mucho talento- quería echar una cana al aire y se acercó a su madre con aquella idea que, la verdad, esto hoy no estaría muy bien visto. Pero andaba por allí Cronos, y parece ser que la situación le pareció un poco inadecuada, porque con una hoz de piedra le cortó los huevos al que, recordad, era su hermano. Luego tiró la hoz al mar, y esa hoz es lo que hoy conocemos como la isla de Creta -ya veis cómo se las gastaban en la antigüedad, y cómo tendría que tener de grandes los huevos Urano para que se los tuvieran que cortar utilizando Creta- y lo que le había cortado a Urano también lo tiró al mar, y cuando aquello cayó al mar nació Afrodita. Ah, y de la sangre y el semen que cayeron en la tierra durante la castración la verdad es que Gea todavía engendró más críos. Y hoy todo el mundo haciéndose la fecundación in vitro. Esta gente estaba hecha de otra pasta."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRB9&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Zaragoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benetnasch adores greek mythology. When she was at school she took arts: there were seven people in greek class (counting both humans and aliens), but the teacher, a really funny guy, loved to teach mythology pretty much the same way magazines gossip about famous people. Benetnasch thought and still thinks it's the same thing if you look close enough. &lt;br /&gt;"Seems like Uranus, who was Gea's son -remember, she'd just self-engendered him with no trace of a man's hand, kids, cause this good old lady had a lotta talent- was in the mood for some action and so he approached his mother; this I think would probably seem a bit incorrect nowadays. The thing is that Cronos happened to be hanging around and apparently he wasn't ok with Uranus' idea, cause he grabbed a stone sickle and cut his nuts off, and please note: he was his brother. He then threw the sickle to the sea, and that sickle became what we now know as Crete -you see how these people behaved back then? I'm gonna cut your nuts off, but since they're so big, I'm gonna use Crete as a sickle- apart from that, Uranus' nuts  were also thrown to the sea, and so Aphrodite was born. Oh, I was about to foget: the blood and semen that dripped to the ground during the emasculation caused Gea to engender more children. Wow, everybody's getting in vitro treatment to get pregnant nowadays. These people were definitely on a different level." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1578036094580358376?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1578036094580358376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1578036094580358376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1578036094580358376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1578036094580358376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/09/benetnasch.html' title='Benetnasch'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-iEx8z7GI/AAAAAAAABco/Umq4P9hEJNs/s72-c/Benetnasch+TRB9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5312750131286265812</id><published>2010-09-08T01:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T05:53:48.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Victor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-dAor377I/AAAAAAAABcQ/VlKEN-xe13o/s1600/Victor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-dAor377I/AAAAAAAABcQ/VlKEN-xe13o/s400/Victor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494282704662294450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU7&lt;br /&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor, al igual que muchos otros aliens, nació en la tierra y, por tanto creció y se educó entre tradiciones humanas y alienígenas, aceptando con normalidad tanto las excentricidades de unos comos las de otros. Cuando era muy pequeño, una de las cosas típicamente humanas que más le gustaban a Victor eran los globos, pero no los globos pesados y opacos que todos hinchamos hasta la extenuación en las fiestas de cumpleaños. A Victor le gustaban los globos de helio, agrupados en apretados racimos, inclinándose con el viento, como una bandada de pájaros metálicos, centelleando al sol y amenazando con izar del suelo al simpático vendedor. Los días en que a Victor le compraban un globo de helio eran firmes candidatos a ser el mejor día de su vida (quizá todos a la vez). Toda esta introducción para explicar lo más importante acerca de Victor: cada vez que un globo se le escapaba de las manos, o cada vez que veía ascender un globo en el cielo, mientras, tal vez, en tierra, un niño lloraba su pérdida, Victor pensaba que el globo nunca dejaba de subir, que subía y subía seguramente hasta llegar al sol, y pensaba también en el aspecto que adquirían los globos a los dos días de tenerlos guardados en casa, y comprendía que lo justo era soltar el hilo y dejar que el globo subiera hasta reintegrarse al lugar de donde procedía: el sol. &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU7&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally realeased in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor was, like many other aliens, born on earth, and thus grew up amongst both human and alien traditions, therefore accepting as normal both human and alien eccentricities. One of the typically human things he liked the most when he was little was balloons. Of course not the heavy dull balloons we all have blown up at birthday parties. He liked helium balloons, all clustered up in a tight grape-like bunch, tilting with the wind like a metallic flock, sparkling in the sun and threatening to raise the funny vendor from the ground. The days he was able to get a balloon were good candidates the best day of his life award (maybe all at a time). This introduction just to explain the most important thing about Victor: eery time a balloon escaped his grasp, or every time he saw a balloon floating in the sky while maybe on earth a little kid was mourning for it, Victor would think that the balloon would keep on going up, up, up, probably up to the sun, and he'd also think about how locked-up balloons would look like after keeping them a couple of days at home, and he just knew that the fair thing to do was to just let go of the thread and let the balloon float up back to the place where it belonged: the sun. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5312750131286265812?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5312750131286265812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5312750131286265812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5312750131286265812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5312750131286265812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/07/victor.html' title='Victor'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/TD-dAor377I/AAAAAAAABcQ/VlKEN-xe13o/s72-c/Victor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5014208360780397127</id><published>2010-04-21T22:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:08:46.704+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genève'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Sherry in Geneva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S89a05JnXsI/AAAAAAAABQo/zclZfCLan5I/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S89a05JnXsI/AAAAAAAABQo/zclZfCLan5I/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462684737764548290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5014208360780397127?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5014208360780397127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5014208360780397127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5014208360780397127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5014208360780397127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/vip-sherry-in-geneva.html' title='V.I.P Sherry in Geneva'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S89a05JnXsI/AAAAAAAABQo/zclZfCLan5I/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8726542913360032885</id><published>2010-04-14T22:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:36:19.727+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Sherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8Yh7QTHOqI/AAAAAAAABQA/LYvNPVc7v_I/s1600/Sherry+TRB3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8Yh7QTHOqI/AAAAAAAABQA/LYvNPVc7v_I/s400/Sherry+TRB3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460088900104436386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRB3&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Ginebra, Suiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La historia de Sherry es muy especial. Nació en la tierra, pero sus padres murieron siendo ella muy pequeña, por lo que fue adoptada por una familia humana, y formada en las costumbres humanas más tradicionales. Cuando alcanzó la edad adulta como alien, comenzó a darse cuenta de algo desconcertante. No le gustaba nada dormir en su cama. Es más, no sólo no le gustaba dormir en su cama, sino que tampoco le gustaba dormir en otras camas, sin importar lo grandes, pequeñas, confortables o incómodas que fueran. Esto, que puede parecer una tontería, le supuso un verdadero quebradero de cabeza, pues sospechaba que jamás en su vida volvería a dormir a gusto. Hasta que una noche se quedó dormida en el sofá de su casa, mientras veía una película [probablemente alguna de Fellini]. Despertó tan descansada, tan de buen humor, y tan tranquila, que resolvió volver a dormir allí la noche siguiente. Así lo hizo, y comprobó, satisfecha, que por fin había encontrado su propio reducto del sueño. Y hasta ahora no ha encontrado nada mejor.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRB3&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Geneva, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry's story is very special. She was born on earth, but her parents died when she was very little, and so she was adopted by a human family, and raised according to traditional human habits. When she reached her alien adulthood, she became aware of a rather unsettling fact. She didn't enjoy sleeping in her bed. What's more, not only she did not enjoy sleeping in her bed, but she didn't enjoy sleeping in other beds either, no matter how big, small, comfy or uncomfortable they were. This may seem stupid, but it became a huge headache to her, as she suspected she would never rest and sleep properly again. But then, one night, she feel asleep on her couch while watching a movie [probably a Fellini one]. When she woke up, she felt so refreshed, so eager and smooth, that she finally decided to sleep there again the following night, which she did. She confirmed, fully satisfied, that she had finally found her very own little sleeping place. She hasn't found anything better yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8726542913360032885?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8726542913360032885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8726542913360032885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8726542913360032885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8726542913360032885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/sherry.html' title='Sherry'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8Yh7QTHOqI/AAAAAAAABQA/LYvNPVc7v_I/s72-c/Sherry+TRB3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8075862499304718341</id><published>2010-04-12T22:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:40:26.448+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Bertie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YhMSbJQGI/AAAAAAAABP4/cfmg4ypGUyI/s1600/Bertie+TRPU3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YhMSbJQGI/AAAAAAAABP4/cfmg4ypGUyI/s400/Bertie+TRPU3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460088093221142626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU3&lt;br /&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Ginebra, Suiza&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una terrible duda existencial atormenta a Bertie desde hace cierto tiempo. Y es que el pobre Bertie no sabría decir si acaso Darth Vader es más malvado que Aníbal Lecter. Por una parte, el doctor Lecter es un psicópata, lo que significaría que no ejerce juicios morales, y que, por tanto, mata sin prejuicios, mientras que Darth Vader es malo por amor. ¿Acaso la excusa del amor convierte a Darth Vader en alguien moralmente más aceptable que al doctor Lecter? Porque, veamos, si asumimos que Darth Vader es capaz de amar, y, por tanto de ser humano, ¿no es también capaz de calibrar la maldad de sus actos? Y si así es, el hecho de ser consciente de su propia amoralidad, y aún así persistir en su terrible conducta, ¿no le hace acaso más malvado?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU3&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Geneva, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertie has been tormented by a terrible existential doubt for a while now. Thing is, Bertie finds it very hard to decide whether Dart Vader is more evil than Hannibal Lecter. On the one hand, doctor Lecter is a psychopath, which means that he makes no moral judgements, and consequently, he kills prejudicelessly; on the other hand, Darth Vader is evil because of love. Does the love excuse make Lord Vader more morally acceptable than doctor Lecter? For, let's see, assuming the fact that Darth Vader is capable of loving, and therefore capable of humanity, isn't he capable of accepting the evilness of his acts? And if this is so, if he is fully aware of his very own amorality, and still persists on this horrible behaviour, isn't he way more evil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8075862499304718341?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8075862499304718341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8075862499304718341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8075862499304718341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8075862499304718341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/bertie.html' title='Bertie'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YhMSbJQGI/AAAAAAAABP4/cfmg4ypGUyI/s72-c/Bertie+TRPU3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-9035169190993250789</id><published>2010-04-11T22:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:35:26.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Serge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YgRlVh1nI/AAAAAAAABPw/cWCllIhr4BY/s1600/Serge+LG4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YgRlVh1nI/AAAAAAAABPw/cWCllIhr4BY/s400/Serge+LG4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460087084685579890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: LG4&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Ginebra, Suiza&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge es un alien bastante peculiar. Es capaz de hacer que se fundan las bombillas, y de estropear los aparatos electrónicos sin necesidad de tocarlos. Pero no os penséis que esto es algo común entre los aliens, al contrario. Serge, al igual que algunos pocos humanos, absorbe la energía de estos aparatos, y los inutiliza. Es cierto que esto no le ha pasado siempre, sino que más bien le ha sucedido en ocasiones en las que su estado de ánimo era particularmente bajo. Hasta la fecha, ya ha estropeado un televisor, dos microondas, varios lectores de compact disc, y algún teléfono móvil. Por no hablar de la ingente cantidad de dinero que se ha gastado en reponer todas las bombillas que ha fundido con su mera presencia. &lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: LG4&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Geneva, Swtizerland&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge is a rather peculiar alien. He is capable of blowing lightbulbs, and permanently damage electronic devices without even touching them. You might think this is a common feature among aliens, but it's not. Serge, like a few special humans, absorbs the energy these machines use, and he just disables them. This has not always happened to him; in fact, it occurs mostly when he's particularly depressed. So far, he's already disabled a television, two microwave ovens, several cd players, and a cell phone. Not to mention the great deal of cash he spents on replacing all the lightbulbs his mere presence blows. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-9035169190993250789?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/9035169190993250789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=9035169190993250789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/9035169190993250789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/9035169190993250789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/serge.html' title='Serge'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S8YgRlVh1nI/AAAAAAAABPw/cWCllIhr4BY/s72-c/Serge+LG4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-736841506391994134</id><published>2010-04-10T01:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:35:00.289+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Margot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6190DR1CRI/AAAAAAAABMA/2xtQ1JN0hj0/s1600/Margot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6190DR1CRI/AAAAAAAABMA/2xtQ1JN0hj0/s400/Margot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453153057002293522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRG2&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Ginebra, Suiza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margot es una verdadera apasionada de las películas de Frankenstein [de &lt;b&gt;La novia de Frankenstein&lt;/b&gt;, sobre todo]. Un día, después de un maratón intensivo de películas, remakes, y reinterpretaciones de Frankenstein, Margot decidió que ya era hora de crear su propio monstruo de Frankenstein. Os preguntáis si consiguió darle vida, ¿no? Pues ahí abajo lo sabréis.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Identification: TRG2&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Geneva, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margot is a passionate lover of Frankenstein films [her favourite being &lt;b&gt;Bride of Frankenstein&lt;/b&gt;]. One day, after a 24 hour marathon of Frankenstein films, remakes, and other adaptations, she decided it was about time to create her very own monster. Wondering if she ever managed to make it come to life, aren't you? You'll find out below these lines.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a621eb9f3038885b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da621eb9f3038885b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47317294B31450658A21395FF7352E477453E683.32B2616A7B503060380C934A9E81BDA6E414AA88%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da621eb9f3038885b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU0eXuqvMeJeuvn4f6pk2ITEFUV8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da621eb9f3038885b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47317294B31450658A21395FF7352E477453E683.32B2616A7B503060380C934A9E81BDA6E414AA88%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da621eb9f3038885b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU0eXuqvMeJeuvn4f6pk2ITEFUV8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-736841506391994134?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/736841506391994134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=736841506391994134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/736841506391994134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/736841506391994134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/margot.html' title='Margot'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6190DR1CRI/AAAAAAAABMA/2xtQ1JN0hj0/s72-c/Margot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4118918984349754146</id><published>2010-04-09T23:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:37:50.661+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Genève'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Genève, Switzerland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7_E2oNtf7I/AAAAAAAABO4/pUprNZDsThg/s1600/Suiza-Eric.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7_E2oNtf7I/AAAAAAAABO4/pUprNZDsThg/s400/Suiza-Eric.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458297716183236530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Habitantes de Ginebra [y alrededores]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;: estos cuatro Homeless han llegado hoy a Suiza, y creo que vienen para quedarse. Buscadlos en las calles, en los parques, en cafeterías, y en bibliotecas, porque pueden estar en todos estos sitios, o en ninguno.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Habitants de Genève [et alentours]:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ces quatre homeless sont arrivés en Suisse aujourd'hui, et je pense que pour y rester. Cherchez-les dans les rues, les parcs, les cafés ou bibliothèques, parce qu'ils peuvent être en ces lieux, ou pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-------------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Citizens of Geneva [and its surroundings]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;: these four Homeless just arrived on Switzerland, and I believe they've come to stay. You will find them out in the streets, squares, parks, cafes, and libraries; or maybe you won't find them in any of those places. Who knows?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4118918984349754146?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4118918984349754146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4118918984349754146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4118918984349754146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4118918984349754146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/vip-meyrin-switzerland.html' title='V.I.P Genève, Switzerland'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7_E2oNtf7I/AAAAAAAABO4/pUprNZDsThg/s72-c/Suiza-Eric.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2347934410759164769</id><published>2010-04-08T18:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:17:34.349+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Gretel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y3KfNd9aI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i6rj0lQtW5w/s1600/Gretel+GRA2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y3KfNd9aI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i6rj0lQtW5w/s400/Gretel+GRA2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457438239270761890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GRA2&lt;br /&gt;Color: gris&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretel nunca ha sido demasiado amante de los dulces terrestres; sí, de vez en cuando le gusta comer cosas dulces, pasteles, chocolate, helado, o caramelos, pero si los dulces fueran erradicados de la faz de la tierra, Gretel no sufriría. Pero claro, eso fue hasta que descubrió los muffins de chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GRA2&lt;br /&gt;Color: grey&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretel has never been a big fan of human sweets; of course, every now and then she'd enjoy cakes, chocolate, ice cream, candy, or bakery, but the truth is that she wouldn't suffer much if sugar was erased off the surface of earth. Until she tried chocolate muffins, that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gretel a punto de comerse un muffin de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gretel is about to eat up a chocolate muffin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y32O5HmAI/AAAAAAAABOY/xUvI6xnq7NQ/s1600/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y32O5HmAI/AAAAAAAABOY/xUvI6xnq7NQ/s400/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457438990804686850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y6N_9o6YI/AAAAAAAABOg/a1yreOkR134/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y6N_9o6YI/AAAAAAAABOg/a1yreOkR134/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457441598137231746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretel inmediatamente después de comerse un muffin de chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gretel immediately after eating a chocolate muffin&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2347934410759164769?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2347934410759164769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2347934410759164769&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2347934410759164769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2347934410759164769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/gretel.html' title='Gretel'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7y3KfNd9aI/AAAAAAAABOQ/i6rj0lQtW5w/s72-c/Gretel+GRA2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3229527015922986112</id><published>2010-04-07T17:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:32:13.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Merak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yrxTf9cYI/AAAAAAAABOI/SSXjHba6sV8/s1600/Merak+LG2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yrxTf9cYI/AAAAAAAABOI/SSXjHba6sV8/s400/Merak+LG2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457425712002462082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: LG2&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merak nació en la tierra [de padres alienígenas, obviamente], así que, como muchos otros Homeless, creció formándose a medias entre la cultura humana y la alienígena. Cuando le salieron todos los dientes definitivos, sus padres, consternados, se percataron de que algunos de ellos estaban bastante descolocados, y siguiendo la tradición humana de aquellos que pueden permitírselo, decidieron ponerle a Merak una ortodoncia. Los primeros días fueron los peores. Todos los dientes se le movían como si estuvieran por saltar de sus encías y buscarse una vida mejor, y apenas podía hacer fuerza para masticar, porque el dolor era importante. Y así se pasó algo más de año y medio, hasta que un buen día, se lo quitaron. Y le dieron, a cambio otro, muy feo, que debía llevar solamente por las noches. Y lo más curioso del caso es que Merak nunca, ni antes, ni durante, ni después de todo el proceso de llevar correctores dentales, sufrió ni el menor vestigio de un trauma.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: LG2&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merak was born on earth [to alien parents, of course], and so, like many other Homeless, she grew up halfways between human and alien culture. When her teething was complete and finished, her parents, filled with dismay, noticed that her teeth had settled in a subtle disorder, and so, following the human habits of those who can afford it, they decided to get her some braces. The first few days were the worst. All her teeth were moving wildly as if they were planning to leap off her gums and go sort out their lives; she could barely chew her meals, since she was in some important pain. And so, like a year and a half went by, and then one day her braces were removed. And she was given the ugliest retainer ever, for the nights only. And the funny thing in all this is that Merak never, before, during, or after this process ever felt the slightest trace of a trauma. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3229527015922986112?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3229527015922986112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3229527015922986112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3229527015922986112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3229527015922986112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/merak.html' title='Merak'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yrxTf9cYI/AAAAAAAABOI/SSXjHba6sV8/s72-c/Merak+LG2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2947541333315046879</id><published>2010-04-06T17:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:57:29.823+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Thérèse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yqIJWmNiI/AAAAAAAABOA/td2Z3Z8bfAo/s1600/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+TRB2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yqIJWmNiI/AAAAAAAABOA/td2Z3Z8bfAo/s400/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+TRB2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423905392571938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRB2&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thérèse, muy interesada en todo aquello que conlleva una liturgia especial, quedó encantada cuando descubrió que uno de sus hermanos estaba aprendiendo el noble arte de fumar en pipa. Intrigada, trató de indagar lo máximo posible en tan misteriosa costumbre, cada día más caída en desuso. Así descubrió Thérèse que fumar en pipa es una actividad idónea para una tertulia entre amigos, pero también una excusa perfecta para abandonarse a la más flagrante soledad, tal vez en compañía de un libro de esos que saben exactamente de lo que hablan. Aprendió también que, igual que el jugador de golf encuentra su swing, así el buen fumador de pipa encuentra su tiro, y a él se acoge con placer al fumar. Supo que el tabaco se ataca en la cazoleta, que no es sencillo fumar sin que la pipa se apague, que debe descansar después de haber sido fumada, y que se debe encender siempre con cerillas. Y que existen concursos de fumar en pipa, en los que los participantes disponen tan sólo de dos cerillas. &lt;br /&gt;Un buen día, su hermano le regaló una bonita pipa de mazorca, muy parecida a la de Popeye, y Thérèse pudo apropiarse de una liturgia nueva para su colección personal. Ahora está barajando la posibilidad de asociarse al &lt;a href="http://www.pipaclubmadrid.com/"&gt;Pipa Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRB2&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thérèse has always been very interested in everything that entails a special liturgy, and so she was clearly delighted when she found out that her older brother was learning the rudiments on the noble art of smoking a pipe. She was intrigued, and so she tried to learn as much as possible about such a mysterious, allegedly fallen into disuse habit. This way, Thérèse found out that smoking a pipe is the perfect thing to do during a friendly gathering, but also a suitable excuse to let oneself go into a blatant solitude, holding, maybe, one of those books that really seem to know what they're talking about. She also learned that, just as golf players find their own personal swing, the pipe smoker finds his way and delightfully takes refuge in it while smoking. She discovered that it's not that easy to smoke without the pipe going out, that the pipe must take a rest after each smoking session, and that it must always be lit up with a match. And that there are pipe smokers contests in which each contestant gets just two matches and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, her brother gave her a nice corncob pipe [it resembles Popeye's pipe a lot], and so Thérèse could take another liturgy for her own personal collection. Now she's thinking of maybe joining a &lt;a href="http://www.pipaclubmadrid.com/"&gt;Pipe Club.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2947541333315046879?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2947541333315046879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2947541333315046879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2947541333315046879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2947541333315046879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/therese.html' title='Thérèse'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yqIJWmNiI/AAAAAAAABOA/td2Z3Z8bfAo/s72-c/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se+TRB2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-832485549673196699</id><published>2010-04-05T16:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:58:31.305+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Derek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yVxSovfeI/AAAAAAAABN4/Ap0WnS0Y8I0/s1600/Derek+TRPU2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yVxSovfeI/AAAAAAAABN4/Ap0WnS0Y8I0/s400/Derek+TRPU2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457401522515049954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU2&lt;br /&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tuvo una cierta edad, Derek, nacido en la tierra, se aficionó enseguida al café. Veía cómo, a su alrededor, los humanos, además de café, consumían un extraño brebaje ambarino. No sabía lo que era y le tenía muy inquieto. Le dijeron que se llamaba té, que se hacía con distintos tipos de plantas, y que según las plantas que llevara era beneficioso para una u otra cosa. Le pusieron delante una taza humeante, y Derek la contempló, cauteloso. Probó un sorbo y le supo a agua con un leve sabor a algo, lo que le desagradó sobremanera. Se dijo que nunca más volvería a tomar té. Hasta que un día vio a alguien tomarlo con leche. Hogaño, Derek considera absurdo tomar té sin leche.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU2&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was old enough, Derek, born and raised on earth, got quickly into coffee. He noticed human people around sipping on some other strange amber-like beverage. He had no clue on what it was and it got him worried. He was told the mysterious beverage was called tea, made from different kinds of plants, and had a wide range of positive effects depending on the plants the tea was made of. Then someone placed a steaming cup in fron of him, and Derek stared suspiciously at it. He took a sip and it tasted just like insipid water, which displeased him terribly. He promised himself he would never drink tea again. Until one day, he saw somebody having milk with their tea. Nowadays, Derek find rather absurd having plain tea. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-832485549673196699?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/832485549673196699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=832485549673196699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/832485549673196699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/832485549673196699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/derek.html' title='Derek'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7yVxSovfeI/AAAAAAAABN4/Ap0WnS0Y8I0/s72-c/Derek+TRPU2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3774657204406079762</id><published>2010-04-04T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:50:20.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Cuatro Homeless se van a Madrid!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Y los podéis ver en la siguiente foto: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;These four Homeless are going to Madrid!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; You'll see them in the following picture: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6vcBvqwThI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O0SVAlsDSCY/s1600/Madrid+Suka+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6vcBvqwThI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O0SVAlsDSCY/s400/Madrid+Suka+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452693696395890194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdón, perdón; me comunican que no estaban preparados. Ahora sí que sí, estos son los cuatro Homeless que se van a Madrid a buscar casa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, sorry; it seems they are not ready yet. Now it's done, these are the four Homeless that will be looking for a home in Madrid in the following days:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6vcQ2LOIUI/AAAAAAAABLY/xxAuFp3eRUw/s1600/Madrid+Suka+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6vcQ2LOIUI/AAAAAAAABLY/xxAuFp3eRUw/s400/Madrid+Suka+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452693955840713026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si os encontrais con alguno, dadle techo y cuidadlo bien, que todos son bienintencionados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you come across any of them, give it shelter and take care of it, for all of them are well-meaning beings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3774657204406079762?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3774657204406079762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3774657204406079762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3774657204406079762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3774657204406079762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-madrid.html' title='V.I.P Madrid'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6vcBvqwThI/AAAAAAAABLQ/O0SVAlsDSCY/s72-c/Madrid+Suka+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5855014904103496438</id><published>2010-04-03T00:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:16:49.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Andrei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Z0bJk5tRI/AAAAAAAABNY/Y6R9gcCPP8w/s1600/GRA4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Z0bJk5tRI/AAAAAAAABNY/Y6R9gcCPP8w/s400/GRA4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455676008381920530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GRA4&lt;br /&gt;Color: gris&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo el mundo sabe que hay personas de gatos y personas de perros. Pues a los aliens les pasa lo mismo; en cuanto llegan a la tierra y se acostumbran a los animales de compañía de los humanos, tienden, infaliblemente, a preferir a perros o a gatos. Y esta diferenciación es más clara en los aliens que en los humanos. Un alien nunca te dirá que le gustan los perros y los gatos, no. El gusto por unos excluye el gusto por los otros. El caso es que a Andrei lo que le gustan son los gatos. Le gustan los gatos porque son callados, independientes e inteligentes. Y porque además, los gatos tienen cierta malicia de la que los perros carecen; si tú le haces una faena a un gato, ten por seguro que te la devolverá. Tal vez no hoy, ni mañana. Pero te la devolverá. Y Andrei aprecia ese ápice de maldad fundada de los gatos, que no existe en absoluto en los perros. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: GRA4&lt;br /&gt;Color: grey&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows there are dog people and cat people. It's the same with aliens; the moment they arrive on earth and start getting used to earthly pets, they infallibly tend to prefer either cats, or dogs. This disagreement is more evident in aliens than in humans. An alien will never tell you that he likes both cats and dogs. Their preference for one excludes their preference for the other. Thing here is, Andrei likes cats. He likes cats because they're quiet, independent, and intelligent. Furthermore, he likes cats because they have a certain malevolence that dogs lack; if you trick a cat, you can bet you ass it'll get you back for what you did. Not today, or tomorrow, but it'll get you, sure enough. And Andrei is fond of cat's justified malice, that does not exist at all for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5855014904103496438?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5855014904103496438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5855014904103496438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5855014904103496438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5855014904103496438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/andrei.html' title='Andrei'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Z0bJk5tRI/AAAAAAAABNY/Y6R9gcCPP8w/s72-c/GRA4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6758142422131396932</id><published>2010-04-03T00:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:16:26.455+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Patty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zy_EQhyXI/AAAAAAAABNQ/abyOaNKXPdY/s1600/TRPU4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zy_EQhyXI/AAAAAAAABNQ/abyOaNKXPdY/s400/TRPU4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455674426406324594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU4&lt;br /&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty nació en la tierra. Cuando era muy pequeña, sus padres la apuntaron a un curso extraescolar de gimnasia rítimca, en el que aprendió algunos fundamentos de dicho deporte. Pero aunque la pelota le gustaba, lo cierto es que lo que más le interesaba era la cinta. Adoraba ver a las niñas más mayores, ver cómo se movían, envueltas en espirales de cinta que jamás llegaban a tocarlas, y pensaba que, de mayor, le gustaría ser igual que ellas. Pero claro, las cintas se quedaban en el gimnasio, y cuando Patty volvía a casa se las tenía que ingeniar si quería seguir practicando; así que cogía sus lazos del pelo y ataba uno con otro, hasta conseguir la longitud deseada. Luego buscaba un lápiz, pero un lápiz de los más largos que tuviese, y ataba la cinta de lazos al extremo. Y así podía pasarse horas, si bien es cierto que su cinta siempre terminaba enredándose en su cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU4&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patty was born on earth. Being little, her parents put her name down for a rhythmic gymnastics extracurricular course, and there she learned some basics on the subject. She kind of liked the ball, but the truth is that the ribbon interested her the most. She loved watching the older girls, see them move, gracefully wrapped in ribbon spirals that would never touch their bodies. And she used to think that she'd really like to grow up to be like them. But the ribbons had to stay at the gym, and when Patty went back home, she had to be smart if she wanted to keep on practising; and so she would pick up a few of her hair ribbons and tie them up together, until the length was perfect. Then she'd wander around looking for a pencil, the longest one, and tie the ribbon made of ribbons to one of the pencil's ends. And then she could spend hours dancing, but the ribbon would always end up tangled around her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6758142422131396932?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6758142422131396932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6758142422131396932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6758142422131396932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6758142422131396932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/patty.html' title='Patty'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zy_EQhyXI/AAAAAAAABNQ/abyOaNKXPdY/s72-c/TRPU4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7377188395099144599</id><published>2010-04-02T00:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:12:49.293+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Mizar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7ZyGi66yjI/AAAAAAAABNI/xWB2VC5VErI/s1600/TRG3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7ZyGi66yjI/AAAAAAAABNI/xWB2VC5VErI/s400/TRG3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455673455384644146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRG3&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizar no es lo que diríamos una 'sex symbol' alien, pero tiene la extraña facultad de incitar a los hombres humanos a desnudarse a su paso. Esto le ha sucedido ya en dos ocasiones. La primera vez, el humano, que estaba de frente ante ella en un pub lleno de gente, iba ya a bajarse los calzoncillos [porque todo lo demás ya se lo había quitado], cuando sus amigos se lo impidieron. La segunda vez, ella y otra amiga alien estaban en una discoteca hablando tranquilamente con dos humanos, sentados los cuatro ante una mesa. Uno de ellos le dijo a Mizar que se desnudaría delante de ella. Mizar se rió y le dijo que no se iba a atrever; miró un momento hacia otro lado, y cuando volvió a mirar al chico, éste estaba sentado exactamente en el mismo lugar, siendo la única diferencia que ahora estaba completa y absolutamente desnudo.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRG3&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Andorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizar is not what you would call an 'alien sex symbol', but strangely enough, she makes men want to get undressed in front of her. This has already happened to her twice. The first time, a human boy was standing in front of her, in the middle of a pub that was crammed with people; he was about to pull his underpants down [because he already had nothing else on], but his friends stopped him right on time. The second time, she and an alien friend of hers were at a pub, chatting calmy with two human boys sitting at a table, the four of them. One of the boys told Mizar that he would undress in front of her. Mizar laughed and said she didn't think he would; she then looked away for a moment, and when she looked back at the boy, nothing had changed except, of course, for the fact that he was completely and stunningly naked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7377188395099144599?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7377188395099144599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7377188395099144599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7377188395099144599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7377188395099144599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/mizar.html' title='Mizar'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7ZyGi66yjI/AAAAAAAABNI/xWB2VC5VErI/s72-c/TRG3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7157888797342268072</id><published>2010-04-01T00:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:57:56.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andorra'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Andorra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zso6QjBOI/AAAAAAAABNA/fe0hcF2lw9I/s1600/Andorra-Barcelona-Luc%C3%ADa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zso6QjBOI/AAAAAAAABNA/fe0hcF2lw9I/s400/Andorra-Barcelona-Luc%C3%ADa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455667448695162082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homeless Aliens se van a Andorra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;: aprovechando las vacaciones, estos tres Homeless se han ido a Andorra a buscar un hogar cariñoso, así que ya sabéis; si os encontrais con alguno de ellos, llevadlo con vosotros y dadle cobijo.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Homeless Aliens are on their way to Andorra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;: Homeless Aliens are on vacation these days, and these three decided to go on a little trip to Andorra, in order to find a nice, caring home that will take them in. So if you happen to come across any of them, please be kind enough to take it with you and give it shelter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7157888797342268072?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7157888797342268072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7157888797342268072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7157888797342268072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7157888797342268072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/04/vip-andorra.html' title='V.I.P Andorra'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Zso6QjBOI/AAAAAAAABNA/fe0hcF2lw9I/s72-c/Andorra-Barcelona-Luc%C3%ADa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-778087386198728905</id><published>2010-03-30T04:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T04:58:31.753+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Lola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FgKbqKi2I/AAAAAAAABM4/GZkvcx3nzQY/s1600/LG5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FgKbqKi2I/AAAAAAAABM4/GZkvcx3nzQY/s400/LG5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454246356061948770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: LG5&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: su ojo brilla en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde muy pequeña, a Lola la catalogaron, entre otras, de: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Antisocial&lt;br /&gt;-Cardo&lt;br /&gt;-Mal bicho&lt;br /&gt;-Borde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué tal? Y todo porque, cuando alguien le caía realmente mal, tenía la sana costumbre de arrearle un buen mordisco y quedarse tan ancha. Es que Lola, de pequeña, tenía mucho carácter, y no le bastaba con mostrar su disconformidad mediante palabras, sino que precisaba de una forma de expresión más artística, pero claro, más impopular. Sucedió lo inevitable y su público no la comprendió. Lo cierto es que el tiempo le dio la razón, porque uno de los niños a los que Lola había mordido de pequeña se metió en política. Lola nunca supo si su mordisco fue un prodigio de clarividencia o si fue más bien el detonante del odio de aquel niño por la humanidad y que, más tarde, le hizo tomar la decisión de dedicarse a joder a los demás...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: LG5&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since her early childhood, Lola has been referred to as: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Antisocial&lt;br /&gt;-Prickly&lt;br /&gt;-Nasty piece of work&lt;br /&gt;-Rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that? All this just because when she really didn't like someone, she would bite them hard and nice, and not even bat an eyelash aferwards. Lola, we must say, she'd sometimes have a temper, and she wouldn't express her discomfort just with words, because she needed a more artistic though less popular way to express herself. Her public, of course, understood nothing. To be fair, though, we must say that time proved her right; one of the kids she had bitten when she was little got into politics. She never knew whether her bite was a precognition prodigy or the trigger to that kid's hatred for human race, that would finally make him decide to devote his life to screw other people's lifes up... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-778087386198728905?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/778087386198728905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=778087386198728905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/778087386198728905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/778087386198728905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/lola.html' title='Lola'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FgKbqKi2I/AAAAAAAABM4/GZkvcx3nzQY/s72-c/LG5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7500359904934125630</id><published>2010-03-30T04:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T05:16:22.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><title type='text'>Jasper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FfNL_JkjI/AAAAAAAABMw/UkBy0QNN9Hc/s1600/GLGD1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FfNL_JkjI/AAAAAAAABMw/UkBy0QNN9Hc/s400/GLGD1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454245303882977842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GLGD1&lt;br /&gt;Color: amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién dice que los hombres no lloran? Bueno, veamos, en la cultura alien las cosas son muy distintas, y lo cierto es que no está mal visto que un alien macho llore, antes bien, al contrario; la demostración de emociones [siempre dentro de unos límites, claro] es visto como algo sano e inteligente. Y sí, es cierto que en la cultura alien llorar delante de otros es algo normal. Jasper, sin embargo, casi nunca lo hace, y no es porque le dé vergüenza, no. Es que Jasper ha descubierto que si encuentra un lugar pequeño, escondido, y oscuro, llora mucho mejor, más seguido, con más calidad, y con mayor eficiencia. Es que es acurrucarse así, bien encogido, en estos sitios especiales, y hala, a llorar largo y tendido sin prisas ni pausas. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: GLGD1&lt;br /&gt;Color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally realeased in: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys don't cry, oh really? Who said? Well, let's see; things are way different in alien culture, and crying male aliens are not looked down on. In fact, the displaying of emotions [in a controlled way, of course] is seen as an intelligent and healthy behavior. And yes, for aliens, crying in front of other aliens is a completely normal thing to do. But Jasper has noticed that his crying gets a lot better, more fluent, higher in quality an efficiency if he finds a little, dark, hidden place to cry. The moment he curls up in such special places, there he goes, crying and crying like a waterfall, steadily without a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7500359904934125630?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7500359904934125630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7500359904934125630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7500359904934125630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7500359904934125630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/jasper.html' title='Jasper'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FfNL_JkjI/AAAAAAAABMw/UkBy0QNN9Hc/s72-c/GLGD1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1009132200280384906</id><published>2010-03-30T04:11:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T06:27:02.015+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Xacobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FelU76tmI/AAAAAAAABMo/YP7IRndt_Ao/s1600/TRB4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FelU76tmI/AAAAAAAABMo/YP7IRndt_Ao/s400/TRB4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454244619090572898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRB4&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llega el domingo por la noche, Xacobe se sienta en el sofá, un poco nervioso, y enciende la televisión. Cuando empezó a hacerlo, hace ya tiempo, solía poner el volumen muy bajito para poder oír si alguien venía, y en ese caso, estar prevenido para cambiar de canal, porque le daba mucha vergüenza pensar en la posibilidad de que le pillaran incurriendo en tan nefasto vicio. Hoy día ya no le importa tanto pensar que le puedan pescar in fraganti, porque se ha dado cuenta de que en el fondo no es nada malo y de que hay mucha más gente que también lo hace. Es superior a él. No lo puede evitar, así que cada domingo, ya pasada la medianoche, Xacobe enciende la tele y se pone a ver &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cuarto_milenio"&gt;Cuarto Milenio&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: TRB4&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Lugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sunday night, Xacobe sits down on the sofa, a little nervous, and he turns on the tv. Long time ago, when he started doing it, he used to turn down the volume, so he could notice if anyone was coming, and therefore, have enough time to change the channel. The mere thought of being caught in the act commiting such shameful act would embarras him to death. Nowadays he isn't so concerned by the thought of being caught red-handed, because one day he became aware that it's not such a bad thing after all, and many other people do it. He just can't help it. He cant' help it and so, every sunday when it's past midnight, he turns on the tv and watches &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0763243/"&gt;Cuarto Milenio&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1009132200280384906?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1009132200280384906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1009132200280384906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1009132200280384906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1009132200280384906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/xacobe.html' title='Xacobe'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7FelU76tmI/AAAAAAAABMo/YP7IRndt_Ao/s72-c/TRB4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1479478748608944890</id><published>2010-03-30T03:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T04:10:00.944+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lugo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Lugo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Fa1JiZEjI/AAAAAAAABMY/11Fr6oDemx0/s1600/Miguel-Lugo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Fa1JiZEjI/AAAAAAAABMY/11Fr6oDemx0/s400/Miguel-Lugo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454240492862116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atención, Lugo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; los tres Homeless que veis en la foto se van de visita a Lugo en busca de una casa de acogida [menos uno de ellos que ya ha encontrado quien lo adopte]. Abrid bien los ojos, porque es probable que os los encontréis por la calle, o de paseo por la muralla...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xente de Lugo, atendédeme un chisquiño:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; os tres coitados que vedes na foto están a chegar á vosa cidade; a ver si alguén de vós lles fai un oquiño na súa casa [a un deles xa non lle fai falla, que xa atopou quen o leve]. Abride ben os ollos, porque os ides ver pola rúa ou mesmo dando unha voltiña pola muralla adiante...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listen up, Lugo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;: these three Homeless in the picture are about to arrive on Lugo, and they're looking for a home to stay at [except for one of them, who has already found an adpotive friend]. Keep your eyes wide open, because you will probably find them hanging around the streets or maybe even strolling along the walls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1479478748608944890?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1479478748608944890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1479478748608944890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1479478748608944890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1479478748608944890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-lugo.html' title='V.I.P Lugo'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S7Fa1JiZEjI/AAAAAAAABMY/11Fr6oDemx0/s72-c/Miguel-Lugo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6898763793805964742</id><published>2010-03-29T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:04:45.936+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Jeanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S618JiKnA9I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZxenaMsKajM/s1600/Jeanne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S618JiKnA9I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZxenaMsKajM/s400/Jeanne.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453151227047510994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GRA3&lt;br /&gt;Color: gris&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Mont Blanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne tuvo una adolescencia bastante normal, aunque a veces su conducta resultaba un completo misterio para sus allegados. Un verano, sus padres se empeñaron en que ella les acompañara al campo, cosa que Jeanne no quería, porque prefería estar con sus amigos. Pero sus padres insistieron tanto que tuvo que ceder, aunque lo hizo con una condición: no vivir ni dormir en la misma casa que ellos. De este modo, Jeanne pasó aquel verano viviendo en un gran remolque de camping, a unos diez metros de la casa de sus padres, más o menos aislada, si exceptuamos las visitas eventuales de sapos y gatos que se colaban por debajo de la lona en busca de comida. &lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: GRA3&lt;br /&gt;Color: grey&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: the Mont Blanc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne had a rather normal adolescence, even when her behavior was a complete mystery for the people close to her. One summer, her parents insisted on taking her on vacation with them. Jeanne didn't wanto to go to the country; all she really wanted was to be with her friends, but her parents were so persistent that she finally had to give up and go with them on one condition: she was not to live and sleep in the same house as them. So Jeanne spent that summer living in a large camping tent, like 32 feet away from her parent's house, rather isolated, except for a toad and some cats that would slip behind the tent canvas looking for food. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6898763793805964742?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6898763793805964742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6898763793805964742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6898763793805964742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6898763793805964742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/jeanne.html' title='Jeanne'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S618JiKnA9I/AAAAAAAABL4/ZxenaMsKajM/s72-c/Jeanne.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4008850208818431887</id><published>2010-03-29T15:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:05:02.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Olaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S617CSJAH5I/AAAAAAAABLw/8g8t_ajQMeE/s1600/Olaf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S617CSJAH5I/AAAAAAAABLw/8g8t_ajQMeE/s400/Olaf.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453150002975088530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: LG3&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Mont Blanc&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: su ojo brilla en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era bebé, Olaf tenía la incómoda costumbre de escalar las paredes de su cuna y darse a la fuga para poder ir a incordiar a sus padres. Probablemente, si entonces Olaf hubiera leído a Freud [cosa del todo posible para un bebé alien, dado que su inteligencia es muy superior a la nuestra], se habría dado cuenta de que aquella actitud era bastante perniciosa, tanto para él como para sus padres. El caso es que su madre, harta de tan fastidiosa conducta, compró una red especial anti-fugas, y amenazó a Olaf con extenderla sobre su cuna si persistía en tan nefasto hábito. Olaf nunca más volvió a intentarlo.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: LG3&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: the Mont Blanc&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was only a baby, Olaf had the inconvenient habit of climbing out his cradle and fly to his parent's bed just to pester them for a while. If only Olaf would have read some Freud books [a rather likely thing for a baby alien, considering aliens are way much smarter than us], he would have become aware of how pernicious his behavior was both for him and his parents. His mother, tired of this annoying misconduct, bought a special escape-resistant net, and threatened to spred it over his cradle in case he was willing to persist in such awful habit. Olaf never did it again. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4008850208818431887?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4008850208818431887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4008850208818431887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4008850208818431887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4008850208818431887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/olaf.html' title='Olaf'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S617CSJAH5I/AAAAAAAABLw/8g8t_ajQMeE/s72-c/Olaf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5006194973590273155</id><published>2010-03-27T02:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:07:20.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mont Blanc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groucho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Mont Blanc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6v9yD75vfI/AAAAAAAABLg/awZfb5xicrY/s1600/Mont+Blanc-Manu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6v9yD75vfI/AAAAAAAABLg/awZfb5xicrY/s400/Mont+Blanc-Manu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452730810353958386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;¡Hola a todo el mundo, os habla Groucho! Ya pensabais que me había ido de viaje por esos mundos, ¿eh? Pues no; continúo aquí mi labor como secretario y anfitrión ocasional de Homeless Aliens Project, en este caso para avisaros de que estos dos congéneres míos se van de visita al &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mont Blanc&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;. Igual que los demás Homeless, ellos tampoco tienen casa, así que si os los cruzáis en el camino, cuidad bien de ellos.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody, this is Groucho speaking! You may have thought I had too much of this and decided to go on holiday, didn't you? No way; I'm still here doing my thing, helping as a secretary and ocassional Homeless Aliens Poject guest. This time I'm here to tell you that these two buddies are about to visit the &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mont Blanc&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and pretty much like other Homeless, they have no home to stay at, so if you meet them there, please, take care of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5006194973590273155?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5006194973590273155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5006194973590273155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5006194973590273155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5006194973590273155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-mont-blanc.html' title='V.I.P Mont Blanc'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6v9yD75vfI/AAAAAAAABLg/awZfb5xicrY/s72-c/Mont+Blanc-Manu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5612960941763528433</id><published>2010-03-23T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:46:13.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viveiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Cecil, Elke, Yma, Gurb, Nim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me han contado por ahí que los cinco Homeless que se fueron de aventura a Viveiro lo pasaron muy bien, antes incluso de encontrarse con alguien caritativo que los acogiera es sus hogares. ¿Y cómo sé yo todo esto? Pues porque un pajarito me ha enviado unas fotos que dan fiel testimonio de todo lo que hicieron estos cinco bichos desde que llegaron a puerto hasta que fueron acogidos en sus respectivos hogares adoptivos. Ahí os las dejo:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been told that the five adventurous Homeless that arrived in Viveiro had lots of fun, even before they were found and taken in a caring home. ¿How do I know this?, may you ask. Well, somebody kindly sent me some pictures that depict all the things these five little aliens did from the day they arrived to the day they were received in their respective adoptive homes. There you go:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYCC8OgQI/AAAAAAAABIY/ZP1YkJXFNkw/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYCC8OgQI/AAAAAAAABIY/ZP1YkJXFNkw/s400/DSC03334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451281928639381762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Los cinco Homeless legan a Viveiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Five Homeless Aliens arrive in Viveiro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYyQP2i0I/AAAAAAAABIw/lWYuhK1K7DI/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYyQP2i0I/AAAAAAAABIw/lWYuhK1K7DI/s400/DSC03345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282756845079362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYdvg7KmI/AAAAAAAABIo/kx2GPzp0MV8/s1600-h/DSC03344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYdvg7KmI/AAAAAAAABIo/kx2GPzp0MV8/s400/DSC03344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282404460931682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYKrBBfOI/AAAAAAAABIg/4H6zUZAMwgA/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYKrBBfOI/AAAAAAAABIg/4H6zUZAMwgA/s400/DSC03343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282076835871970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preparando el terreno para una juerga nocturna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preparing the ground for a night out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6baw0Qyn5I/AAAAAAAABKA/yo2QEd6T0bs/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6baw0Qyn5I/AAAAAAAABKA/yo2QEd6T0bs/s400/DSC03349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451284931176210322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Los Homeless de fiesta con unos amigos humanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Partying with a few human friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6ba7H6KbtI/AAAAAAAABKI/00ztaAbbpXo/s1600-h/DSC03351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6ba7H6KbtI/AAAAAAAABKI/00ztaAbbpXo/s400/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451285108248702674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/yma.html"&gt;Yma&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gurb.html"&gt;Gurb&lt;/a&gt; reponen fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/yma.html"&gt;Yma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gurb.html"&gt;Gurb&lt;/a&gt; getting their strength back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6baa1F9MGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/w6KoN7T9Wxc/s1600-h/DSC03352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6baa1F9MGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/w6KoN7T9Wxc/s400/DSC03352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451284553442078818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/elke.html"&gt;Elke&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt;, dos Homeless bien preparados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/elke.html"&gt;Elke&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt; are two well-prepared aliens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bcA4hzwVI/AAAAAAAABKo/hmHkMIeZtgA/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bcA4hzwVI/AAAAAAAABKo/hmHkMIeZtgA/s400/DSC03319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451286306710864210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tras la diversión apetece hacer turismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some sight-seeing is nice afer a night out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bb0llTYZI/AAAAAAAABKg/S7gfnpZiFDQ/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bb0llTYZI/AAAAAAAABKg/S7gfnpZiFDQ/s400/DSC03317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451286095466815890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Y Viveiro es muy conocido por su paisaje marítimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Viveiro is well-known for its beautiful maritime landscapes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bbmx_UybI/AAAAAAAABKY/K4h5rJv-4j8/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bbmx_UybI/AAAAAAAABKY/K4h5rJv-4j8/s400/DSC03324.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451285858279016882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¿Qué os decía del precioso paisaje marítimo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What did I tell you? Gorgeous maritime landscape there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bbgP3BLXI/AAAAAAAABKQ/miWPgJjjjJ4/s1600-h/DSC03321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bbgP3BLXI/AAAAAAAABKQ/miWPgJjjjJ4/s400/DSC03321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451285746038156658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/cecil.html"&gt;Cecil&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt; están deseando quedarse en Viveiro, a poder ser en una casa con vistas al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/cecil.html"&gt;Cecil&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt; are loving it here in Viveiro; they hope they can get a home with a sea view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6kdzvbrn0I/AAAAAAAABLA/C_vWnOCIOFo/s1600-h/DSC03653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6kdzvbrn0I/AAAAAAAABLA/C_vWnOCIOFo/s400/DSC03653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451921598651801410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt; ya está planeando invadir el mar de Viveiro con miles de barquitos de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html"&gt;Nim&lt;/a&gt; is planning to invade Viveiro with thousands of little paper boats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZN4hGFyI/AAAAAAAABJI/WaBBawOFN1A/s1600-h/DSC03429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZN4hGFyI/AAAAAAAABJI/WaBBawOFN1A/s400/DSC03429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451283231511287586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZU2wJkwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ld33j878MwQ/s1600-h/DSC03433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZU2wJkwI/AAAAAAAABJQ/ld33j878MwQ/s400/DSC03433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451283351296643842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZGaG-LqI/AAAAAAAABJA/r-Sn_S5rxpc/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bZGaG-LqI/AAAAAAAABJA/r-Sn_S5rxpc/s400/DSC03423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451283103089569442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bY-qzOFfI/AAAAAAAABI4/Oz2uztd8dOE/s1600-h/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bY-qzOFfI/AAAAAAAABI4/Oz2uztd8dOE/s400/DSC03422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451282970131174898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/elke.html"&gt;Elke&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gurb.html"&gt;Gurb&lt;/a&gt; decidieron irse de pinchos mientras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/elke.html"&gt;Elke&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gurb.html"&gt;Gurb&lt;/a&gt; decided to go for some local tapas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5612960941763528433?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5612960941763528433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5612960941763528433&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5612960941763528433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5612960941763528433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-cecil-elke-yma-gurb-nim.html' title='V.I.P Cecil, Elke, Yma, Gurb, Nim.'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6bYCC8OgQI/AAAAAAAABIY/ZP1YkJXFNkw/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3703970110590690340</id><published>2010-03-17T00:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:44:07.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Natsumi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AbOVoKPKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HpxklXkWqSU/s1600-h/Natsumi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AbOVoKPKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HpxklXkWqSU/s400/Natsumi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449385482256006306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identidication: TRB1&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Estambul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsumi tiene debilidad por las películas de samurais. Fue ver una y enamorarse locamente de cualquier hombre con kimono y katana. Pero a Natsumi, todo hay que decirlo, sólo le gustan los samurais de la vieja escuela, no ésos vestidos de traje y antifaz, o aquellos otros que creen que por haberse leído el &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hagakure"&gt;Hagakure&lt;/a&gt; ya son unos iniciados. No. A Natsumi le gustan los samurais que están dispuestos a matarse si muriese su señor, porque en ese código de honor hay algo muy extraño, algo muy poco común, extraordinario, que se ha ido extinguiendo con el tiempo, porque, precisamente, los tiempos cambian, y los samurais que quedan hoy están todos encerrados en rollos interminables de celuloide. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Identification: TRB1&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natsumi has a really soft spot for samurai films. The moment she saw the first one, she fell in love madly with any man wearing a kimono and holding a katana. But Natsumi, we must say, she only likes old school samurais, and not suit-wearing masked wannabes, or those who think they know something special, just because they read the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hagakure"&gt;Hagakure&lt;/a&gt;. No. Natsumi likes the kind of samurai that is willing to die after his master's death, because there's something about this code of honour, something extremely strange, something very uncommon, extraordinary, that has gone out little by little, because as time goes by the world changes, and all the samurais left nowadays are locked up in endless celluloid rolls. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3703970110590690340?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3703970110590690340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3703970110590690340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3703970110590690340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3703970110590690340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/natsumi.html' title='Natsumi'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AbOVoKPKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/HpxklXkWqSU/s72-c/Natsumi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2981950987799946187</id><published>2010-03-17T00:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:19:20.974+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Jacques</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6ARM6wiA2I/AAAAAAAABHI/xnHnRlwado4/s1600-h/Jacques.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6ARM6wiA2I/AAAAAAAABHI/xnHnRlwado4/s400/Jacques.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449374462747214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: LG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Estambul&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jacques le encantan las playas de la tierra. No es que en su planeta no hubiera playas, que sí las hay. Lo que pasa es que las playas de su planeta son muy diferentes: para empezar, en la cultura alien no existe la costumbre de tomar el sol para broncearse; para continuar, en las playas alien no hay arena, sino unas formaciones minerales en forma de astillas finísimas, sobre las que es imposible [y muy doloroso] caminar. Por último, en las playas aliens, el agua está siempre lisa como un plato, perpetuamente mansa, sin el menor asomo de mareas ni oleajes. Simplemente, allí el mar es otra cosa. Por eso, cuando Jacques llegó a la tierra adoró inmediatamente las playas terrestres, la arena fina, o gruesa, o con piedras, blanca, o negra, mojada o seca, la gente durmiendo al sol, y sobre todo el mar, las olas, el ruido y el olor. Lo que más le gustó a Jacques fue la fuerza del mar, la vida que tan evidentemente existía en él. Estuvo pasmado mirándolo mucho tiempo. Cuando salió del trance se fue corriendo a tomar clases de natación. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Identification: LG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacques loves earth beaches. Of course, there are beaches in his planet, too, but things are rather different there: to start with, aliens don't have sunbathing as a habit; another thing is that there's no sand in alien beaches, only these needle-like mineral growths on which walking is impossible [and painful]. Finally, water is always calm and flat as a plate in alien beaches, no trace of tides or waves in there; it's not the sea, or the ocean, it's something else. That's why when Jacques arrived on earth he immediately fell in love with earth beaches, the sand, fine or coarse, or even stoney, white, or black, or damp or dry, people sleeping in the sun, and over all these things, the sea, the waves, the roaring, and the scent. What Jacques liked the most about the sea was its strength, the life, so evident, within itself. He stared at it for a long time. When his daydreaming was over, he went to take swimming lessons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2981950987799946187?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2981950987799946187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2981950987799946187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2981950987799946187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2981950987799946187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/jacques.html' title='Jacques'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6ARM6wiA2I/AAAAAAAABHI/xnHnRlwado4/s72-c/Jacques.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7534285523188759073</id><published>2010-03-16T23:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T03:14:15.998+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Isolda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AFq6fC-7I/AAAAAAAABHA/iHWvUVp_Zdk/s1600-h/Isolda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AFq6fC-7I/AAAAAAAABHA/iHWvUVp_Zdk/s400/Isolda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449361783930420146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: GRA1&lt;br /&gt;Color: gris&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Estambul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las energías de Isolda varían cíclicamente, igual que la luna. Algunos días parece que las fuerzan le abandonan, y se siente exactamente como una batería descargada, sin ánimo ni voluntad para hacer nada, ni siquiera pensar. Otras veces, un misteriosísimo flujo de energía la posee, y ella cae en una hiperactividad que tiene bastante de histérica; su mente de despeja, y las ideas comienzan a agolparse en su cabeza como un grupo de personas maleducadas y ansiosas por meterse todas a la vez por la estrecha puerta de un autobús. Esto, para Isolda, es un verdadero fastidio; a veces piensa que, si pudiera elegir, escogería un carácter más continuo y uniforme, en lugar de andar a trompicones como un burro cabreado. Pero eso lo piensa sobre todo cuando las energías le fallan, porque si alguna virtud tiene su hiperactivdad, es que es capaz de reconciliarla consigo misma. &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien Identification: GRA1&lt;br /&gt;Color: grey&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolda's energies vary cyclically, just like the moon. Some days her strength just gets away from her, and she feels like a dead battery, no will or year for anything at all, not even for thinking. Then, suddendly a mysterious energy flow takes over her, and she goes into a rather hysterical hyperactivity; her mind becomes clear, and ideas start cramming in her head, just like a bunch of rude, anxious people, trying to get in a bus all at the same time. For Isolda, this is a complete nuisance; sometimes she thinks that if she could have the chance to choose, then she would choose to be more even and constant, instead of staggering around like a mad donkey. But these thought comes to her mainly when she lacks energy, for her hyperactivity has the power to make up with herself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7534285523188759073?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7534285523188759073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7534285523188759073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7534285523188759073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7534285523188759073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/isolda.html' title='Isolda'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6AFq6fC-7I/AAAAAAAABHA/iHWvUVp_Zdk/s72-c/Isolda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7368015042394150804</id><published>2010-03-16T15:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:20:04.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Tadeusz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5-TPZJfL0I/AAAAAAAABG4/goZ2Pw3oSJ0/s1600-h/IMG_1520+-+copia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5-TPZJfL0I/AAAAAAAABG4/goZ2Pw3oSJ0/s400/IMG_1520+-+copia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449235966799589186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU1&lt;br /&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Estambul&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: su ojo brilla en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadeusz es un alien bastante cabezón. Cuando era más pequeño no había manera de conseguir que hiciera algo que no quería hacer, y si alguien le llevaba la contraria ni siquiera se molestaba en escuchar las razones del otro. Su abuela solía decirle que no sabía decir otra palabra que no fuera &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;. A Tadeusz esta afirmación le dio que pensar, y decidió que tal vez debería replantearse algunas de sus actitudes; así, a medida que fue creciendo fue aprendiendo a escuchar a los demás, aunque no compartiese su opinión. Lo que no quiere decir que cuando alguien quiere convencerle de algo, él no exija una serie de argumentos aceptables para dar su brazo a torcer.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Identification: TRPU1&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadeusz is a rather stubborn alien. When he was little, there was no way on earth to make him do something he didn't want to do, and when someone argued with him, he wouldn't even bother to listen to what he was being told. His grandma used to tell him that he could not say a word other than &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;. This statement got him thinking, and he finally decided that maybe he should reconsider some of his attitudes; so, when he got older, he learnt to listen to others, even if he didn't share their opinion. Which, of course, doesn't mean that when someone tries to convince him that he's wrong, he doesn't demand a few solid arguments to give in. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7368015042394150804?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7368015042394150804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7368015042394150804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7368015042394150804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7368015042394150804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/tadeusz.html' title='Tadeusz'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5-TPZJfL0I/AAAAAAAABG4/goZ2Pw3oSJ0/s72-c/IMG_1520+-+copia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6629861103277284253</id><published>2010-03-15T14:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estambul/Istanbul'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Estambul/Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S540qQURJBI/AAAAAAAABGA/dHnYpmEoVmo/s1600-h/Estambul+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S540qQURJBI/AAAAAAAABGA/dHnYpmEoVmo/s400/Estambul+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448850499704005650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Ciudadanos de Estambul y viajeros y turistas eventuales:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; estos cuatro Homeless Aliens están ya acechando por las calles de Estambul, en las mezquitas, en los mercados, en los restaurantes, y seguramente también en Santa Sofía. Si os encontráis con alguno de ellos, sabed que están solos y que no tienen casa; tened a bien cobijarlos en vuestro hogar. &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Citizens of Istanbul, and casual travelers and tourists&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: these four Homeless Aliens are already strolling around the streets of Istanbul, the mosques, the markets, the restaurants, and probable Saint Sophia too. If you come across any of them, you should know that they are alone and homeless; please, be kind enough to give them shelter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6629861103277284253?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6629861103277284253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6629861103277284253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6629861103277284253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6629861103277284253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-estambul.html' title='V.I.P Estambul/Istanbul'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S540qQURJBI/AAAAAAAABGA/dHnYpmEoVmo/s72-c/Estambul+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6073516420893100477</id><published>2010-03-15T13:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:14:30.840+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Marina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54u1cCRVZI/AAAAAAAABFg/QDv4nxe7Mdk/s1600-h/Marina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54u1cCRVZI/AAAAAAAABFg/QDv4nxe7Mdk/s400/Marina.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448844094758540690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Id: TRG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Madrid/Barajas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hay algo que le guste a Marina por encima de todas las cosas, es dormir. Eso, y ver documentales de animales terrestres. Un día estaba en casa, después de comer, acostada en el sofá y viendo un documental sobre el apareamiento de los calamares. El tema le interesaba sobremanera, pero un ligero y agradabilísimo sopor comenzó a apoderarse de ella, y no pudo sustraerse. Mientras dormía, soñaba con los que el documental describía, y lo soñaba de una forma nueva y maravillosa. Desde entonces, unos de sus pasatiempos favoritos es dormirse en el sofá, con su mantita y un buen documental, y soñar con los animales a su manera.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Id: TRG1&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid/Barajas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things Marina likes the most in this life is sleeping. That, and watching documentaries on earthly animals. One day she was at home, after a nice good meal, she was lying in the sofa, watching a documentary on squid mating. The subject was immensely appealing, but a subtle, warm, delightful drowsiness started to take over her, and she could do nothing to avoid it. While asleep, she dreamt about the things the documentary was depicting, and she dreamt it in a new and wonderful way. From then on, one of her favourite passtimes is falling asleep on the sofa, with her blanket and a good documentary, and dream about animals in her very own special way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6073516420893100477?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6073516420893100477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6073516420893100477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6073516420893100477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6073516420893100477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/marina.html' title='Marina'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54u1cCRVZI/AAAAAAAABFg/QDv4nxe7Mdk/s72-c/Marina.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2420379136341185233</id><published>2010-03-15T13:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:20:59.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><title type='text'>Erwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54lqI1S_hI/AAAAAAAABFA/be3eRC9Z3fA/s1600-h/IMG_1529+-+copia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54lqI1S_hI/AAAAAAAABFA/be3eRC9Z3fA/s400/IMG_1529+-+copia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448834005020638738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alien Id: GLGO1&lt;br /&gt;Color: amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Madrid/Barajas&lt;br /&gt;**Características especiales: sus ojos brillan en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin es un valiente. A primera vista es posible que no encontremos ningún motivo para asombrarnos, puesto que todos sabemos que existen muchos valientes en la tierra, tanto entre los humanos, como entre los aliens. Pero Erwin se fue haciendo valiente de una forma de lo más peculiar. Desde que era muy pequeño, su hermano mayor se había acostumbrado a atormentarle, y, por las noches, cuando Erwin estaba metido en la cama esperando el sueño, su hermano se deslizaba silenciosamente junto a él, y con voz maligna le susurraba que el demonio iba a venir durante la noche y se lo llevaría consigo al infierno. Erwin, asustado, aunque lejos de traumatizarse, fue asumiendo los terrores que su hermano le infligía, y construyendo con ellos una actitud de aceptación, hasta que llegó un día en el que se dio cuenta de que, a pesar de su miedo, era capaz de reaccionar; para él esto es el verdadero coraje, y no tenerle miedo a nada es, sencillamente, inconsciencia.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alien Id: GLGO1&lt;br /&gt;Color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Madrid/Barajas&lt;br /&gt;**Special features: glow-in-the-dark eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erwin is a courageous guy. One could find, at first glance, no motive to feel amazed, for we all know many brave humans and aliens on earth. But Erwin became brave in a rather peculiar way. Being very little, hil older brother had become used to torment him, and, at night, he would silently crawl next to him and scare him to death by whispering in an avil voice that the devil would come during the night to take him with him to hell. Erwin was frightnened, but far away for any trauma, and so he started assuming all the terrors his brother inflicted on him, and he built an acceptance attitude, until one day he realized he was able to react in spite of his fear; he thinks this is authentic courage, while not being afraid of anything is, in fact, very irresponsible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2420379136341185233?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2420379136341185233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2420379136341185233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2420379136341185233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2420379136341185233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/erwin.html' title='Erwin'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S54lqI1S_hI/AAAAAAAABFA/be3eRC9Z3fA/s72-c/IMG_1529+-+copia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8841870551265067311</id><published>2010-03-14T22:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madrid/Barajas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Madrid-Barajas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51YrfrOpGI/AAAAAAAABEY/tr7QN1PmOks/s1600-h/Madrid-Barajas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51YrfrOpGI/AAAAAAAABEY/tr7QN1PmOks/s400/Madrid-Barajas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448608628448601186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A todos los viajeros que andéis por el aeropuerto de Barajas de Madrid, un aviso:&lt;/b&gt; llevad los ojos bien abiertos, porque sé de buena tinta que los dos aliens de la foto estarán pronto por allí, a la espera de que alguien lo suficientemente atento los vea y se los lleve a casa. Así que si los encontrais, hacedles un huequecito en vuestras casas [no ocupan mucho, como podéis ver], tratadlos bien, y cuidadlos mucho.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every single traveler around Barajas airport, in Madrid, listen closely:&lt;/b&gt; keep your eyes wide open, for I happen to know that the two little aliens in this pic will soon be hanging around there, waiting for someone attentive enough to notice them and take them home. So, if you come across any of them, please, be kind enough to make them a little room at home [they don't take up much space, as you can see], treat them nicely, and take good care of them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8841870551265067311?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8841870551265067311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8841870551265067311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8841870551265067311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8841870551265067311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/vip-madrid-barajas.html' title='V.I.P Madrid-Barajas'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51YrfrOpGI/AAAAAAAABEY/tr7QN1PmOks/s72-c/Madrid-Barajas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4308948471703505157</id><published>2010-03-13T01:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:13:11.567+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Hansel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6LIHICFZgI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wH4R6ZmY8gA/s1600-h/Hansel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6LIHICFZgI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wH4R6ZmY8gA/s400/Hansel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450138523812587010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Salamanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansel nació en la tierra, y creció en una casa en la que todos eran unos locos de la música. Sus primeros recuerdos musicales oscilan entre Rubén Blades y Bach, y los estantes estaban siempre llenos, al principio, de vinilos y casetes, y, ya más tarde, de discos compactos. Aunque la música existe en la cultura alien, se hace y se escucha de maneras que los humanos no podemos comprender; Hansel, sin embargo, logró conciliar la manera alien y la humana, y en cuanto pudo reunir algún dinero se compró unos buenos auriculares con los que disfrutar de la música humana. Si os lo encontráis por ahí le reconoceréis, seguramente, por los cascos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hansel es liberado en Salamanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6LG7WmR0pI/AAAAAAAABII/kbkdwZzlVeA/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6LG7WmR0pI/AAAAAAAABII/kbkdwZzlVeA/s400/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450137222052434578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hansel is released in Salamanca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Salamanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansel was born on earth, and he grew up in a music-crazy family. His first musical memories swing from Rubén Blades to Bach, and the shelves were always crammed with vinyls and cassettes at first, and then, cds took over all the space. Music also exists in alien culture, but is made and heard in ways humans cannot understand; Hansel, tough, was able to combine both alien and human music sensitivities, and as soon as he could save some money, he bought himself some nice headphones to listen to human music properly. If you come across him, you'll probably recognize him by the headphones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4308948471703505157?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4308948471703505157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4308948471703505157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4308948471703505157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4308948471703505157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/hansel.html' title='Hansel'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S6LIHICFZgI/AAAAAAAABIQ/wH4R6ZmY8gA/s72-c/Hansel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2969390259984072974</id><published>2010-03-12T19:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:07:32.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morado/Purple'/><title type='text'>Mimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qBDyfe_QI/AAAAAAAABD4/6u9E1O_nZDk/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qBDyfe_QI/AAAAAAAABD4/6u9E1O_nZDk/s400/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447808601351453954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: morado&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Liberado originalmente en: Salamanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi es una alien muy franca. Le gusta que la miren a los ojos cuando le hablan, como hace ella, y desconfía mucho de alguien que no lo haga. Hace poco Mimi se encontró con un antiguo amigo humano, a quien tenía mucha estima, y descubrió, consternada, que ese amigo rehuía su mirada. Mimi se sintió muy apenada por este hecho y comprendió que, a veces, alguna gente cambia, y esos cambios no siempre son positivos.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: purple&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Salamanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi is a very frank alien. She likes the person she's talking to to look at her in the eyes, just like she does, and she mistrusts those who don't. Not so long ago, she met an old human friend from a long time ago, someone she really appreciated. Filled with dismay, she discovered that her old friend no longer looked at her in the eye while speaking to her; he kept avoiding her eyes. Mimi felt very sad about this and understood that sometimes people change, and those changes are not always positive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2969390259984072974?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2969390259984072974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2969390259984072974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2969390259984072974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2969390259984072974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/mimi.html' title='Mimi'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qBDyfe_QI/AAAAAAAABD4/6u9E1O_nZDk/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6074375836532415552</id><published>2010-03-01T23:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:28:44.663+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Renata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51l6ZaQ9EI/AAAAAAAABEg/ehhw9W_vp_4/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51l6ZaQ9EI/AAAAAAAABEg/ehhw9W_vp_4/s400/074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448623178116035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Almoradí, Alicante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata, como muchos otros aliens, nació y se crió en la tierra, rodeada de humanos, acudiendo a la escuela con sus hijos, y asimilando unas costumbres que se compenetraban bastante bien con las tradiciones alien que sus padres le enseñaban en casa. Los aliens no tienen el hábito de escribir, primero porque son telépatas [aunque sólo entre ellos, nunca con humanos], y segundo, porque la literatura no existe en la cultura alien. Pero al educarse en la tierra, Renata aprendió a escribir como cualquier niño humano, y se econtró con que le gustaba. El simple hecho de trazar sus pensamientos con tinta sobre un papel, le gustaba cada vez más. Con los años, fue desarrollando una caligrafía muy hermosa [sobre todo teniendo en cuenta que Renata es zurda], y descubrió que, para ella, los mejores instrumentos de escritura son, o bien el bolígrafo bic azul de toda la vida, o bien el pilot negro tradicional. La de páginas que llenó Renata en semejante compañía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renata buscando casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51wrA68bqI/AAAAAAAABEo/Yt0Gd8Uef5k/s1600-h/Almorad%C3%AD,+Alicante.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51wrA68bqI/AAAAAAAABEo/Yt0Gd8Uef5k/s400/Almorad%C3%AD,+Alicante.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448635008472084130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata looking for a home to stay at&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Almoradí, Alicante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata, as many other aliens, was born and raised on earth, surrounded by humans, going to school with their kids, and assimilating customs that could get on rather well with all the alien traditions her parents taught her at home. In alien culture writing does not exist, first, because all aliens are telepaths [only among aliens, doesn't work with humans], and second, because literature does not exist in alien culture either. But having been raised on earth, Renata learnt to write, just as any other human kid, and she found out she loved it. The very own idea of drawing her thoughts on paper with ink made her very happy. As years went by, her handwriting improved until it turned into a beautiful calligraphy [and she is left-handed!]. She also discovered that, for her, the best writing devices are, either the classic bic blue pen, or the smooth black pilot. Ah, all the pages Renata filled in such company, only god knows...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6074375836532415552?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6074375836532415552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6074375836532415552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6074375836532415552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6074375836532415552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2010/03/renata.html' title='Renata'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S51l6ZaQ9EI/AAAAAAAABEg/ehhw9W_vp_4/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2961912457918084370</id><published>2009-09-10T19:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:56:34.199+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Whilelmina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qKovMYXFI/AAAAAAAABEI/sIeTCL8iXzw/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qKovMYXFI/AAAAAAAABEI/sIeTCL8iXzw/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447819131725831250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: hembra&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Florencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al poco de llegar a la tierra, Whilelmina constató que los seres humanos somos una especie fuera de lo común. Su interés se centró especialmente en los comportamientos sexuales humanos, sobre los que leyó muchos libros, como los informes &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shere_Hite"&gt;Hite&lt;/a&gt; y &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_C._Kinsey"&gt;Kinsey&lt;/a&gt;. Gracias a estos tratados aprendió que la sexualidad de los humanos es, probablemente, su faceta más fascinante, y descubrió que, según Freud, todo aquello que se desvíe del coito propiamente dicho puede considerarse como desviación sexual, en tanto que no contribuye en absoluto a la propagación de la especie. Aprendió la expresión &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parafilia"&gt;parafilia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, y poco a poco, comenzó a desarrollar sus propios fetichismos, encarnados rotundamente en su amor por los zapatos, y, sobre todo, su peculiar interés por las manos humanas. &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Sex: female&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after she arrived on earth, Whilelmina stated that human beings are a very particular species. Her interest focused mainly in sexual human behaviors, and she read a lot of books on the subject, such as the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Kinsey"&gt;Kinsey&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shere_Hite"&gt;Hite&lt;/a&gt; Reports. Through these readings, she learnt that human sexuality is probably their most fascinating aspect, and she discovered that according to Freud, every single thing that digresses from intercourse itself can be considered as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paraphilia"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;paraphilia&lt;i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, as it does not contribute to species spreading; and little by little, she started developing her very own paraphilias, emphatically incarnated in her love for shoes and, most of all, her peculiar interest in human hands. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2961912457918084370?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2961912457918084370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2961912457918084370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2961912457918084370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2961912457918084370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2009/09/whilelmina.html' title='Whilelmina'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qKovMYXFI/AAAAAAAABEI/sIeTCL8iXzw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6076114499798740309</id><published>2009-09-09T19:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:59:28.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Fiodor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qFhg-IOnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pl7nBFBvGbE/s1600-h/Fiodor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qFhg-IOnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pl7nBFBvGbE/s400/Fiodor.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447813510090734194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Sexo: macho&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente liberado en: Florencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hay algo de lo que Fiodor se ha preciado siempre, es de su inteligencia. Fiodor, como un buen alien que se sabe inteligente, disfruta desafiándose a sí mismo mediante juegos de ingenio y, la verdad, hay que decir que no se le dan nada mal. Un día, Fiodor se compró un cubo de Rubik, seguro y convencido de su superioridad intelectual, y, bien acomodado es su sofá, se dispuso a resolver el famosísimo rompecabezas. Pero todos sus esfuerzos fueron en vano; por más que intentaba reunir los colores, no era capaz de conseguir el resultado apetecido. Lo más que consiguió fue completar la cara amarilla, pero jamás fue capaz de superar esa marca. Se sintió profundamente herido en su amor propio, y se dijo que esos pasatiempos eran la mejor manera de no hacer nada. Por supuesto, no estaba dispuesto a reconocer su fracaso. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Sex: male&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Florence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiodor used to pride himself of his very own intelligence. He, as a charming alien that is fully aware of his skills, used to enjoy defying himself through puzzles and other intelligence games, and we must say that he was very good at it. One day, Fiodor got a Rubik's cube, and, convinced of his intelectual superiority, he sat down and got ready to solve the famous puzzle. But all his efforts were in vain, for the more he tried to put the colors together, the less he got the desired result. All he ever managed to do was to solve the yellow side of the cube, but he could never do more than that; and so he felt his pride had been deeply wounded, and said to himself that this hobby was the best way of doing nothing at all. He, of course, would never admit such failure. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6076114499798740309?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6076114499798740309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6076114499798740309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6076114499798740309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6076114499798740309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2009/09/fiodor.html' title='Fiodor'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/S5qFhg-IOnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Pl7nBFBvGbE/s72-c/Fiodor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1299336438793446507</id><published>2009-09-02T00:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firenze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Firenze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLxouVyOEKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/daiT-wZ6eP0/s1600-h/Aliens+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLxouVyOEKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/daiT-wZ6eP0/s400/Aliens+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241179211683467426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ciudadanos de Florencia: se os informa de la próxima visita de dos &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt;. Os ruego que si dais con ellos les acojáis en vuestro hogar, aunque no sea tan confortable como el mío... Muchas gracias y mucha suerte a todos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizens of Florence: two &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; are about to pay a visit to your gorgeous city. Please, if you happen to come across any of them, be kind enough to take them in your home, even  if it's not as comfortable as mine... Thanks a lot, and good luck to you all.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1299336438793446507?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1299336438793446507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1299336438793446507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1299336438793446507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1299336438793446507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/vip-firenze.html' title='V.I.P Firenze'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLxouVyOEKI/AAAAAAAAAjg/daiT-wZ6eP0/s72-c/Aliens+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8595065594906711730</id><published>2008-09-16T18:56:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.531+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brunilda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noruega/Norway'/><title type='text'>V.I.P Brunilda camino de Noruega-Brunilda on her way to Norway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SHFbka8HvKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VnZLnRml6mU/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SHFbka8HvKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VnZLnRml6mU/s400/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220054124364020898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Hola a todos, Groucho informando! Me han llegado noticias de un alien muy inquieto y viajero, que, aún habiendo encontrado un hogar maravilloso, decidió que necesitaba seguir viendo mundo. Esta es la historia tal y como me la contó Marta, la amable humana que le dio cobijo en su hogar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Brunilda ha emigrado... no es que no estuviera agusto en Santiago... de hecho era feliz asustando a la gente nueva que venía al piso. Sin embargo, tenía un rastro de tristeza en sus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Estábamos muy preocupados por ella. Al final nos confesó que su mayor deseo era conocer mundo, y que el piso se le hacía pequeño y la estancaba. Que le gustaba mucho Santiago, pero que quería is más allá. Que quería partir hacia al Polo Norte [Noruega] en cuanto fuera posible. Y, a partir de allí, a donde la llevaran sus botas de mochilera.&lt;br /&gt;Al principio lo vimos una locura... el Polo Norte, tan lejos... y ella sola, con sus consiguientes peligros. &lt;br /&gt;Después de mucho discutir con ella y entre nosotros [pequeña crisis familiar], decidimos dejarla seguir adelante con su instinto de alien aventurero.&lt;br /&gt;Le hicimos la mochila, le compramos un buen abrigo de invierno, unos guantes, y una bufanda, y le preparamos unos taper para los primeros días. &lt;br /&gt;Lloramos mucho todos en la despedida, pero cada uno had e seguir su camino... Manu decidió acompañarla hasta el Polo Norte, aún no ha vuelto. &lt;br /&gt;Espero que volvamos a vernos; ¡¡Mucha suerte, Brunilda!!&lt;br /&gt;Consejo para quien se encuentre a Brunilda: Además de contar historias de miedo, le gusta comer bocatas de pollo con mucha mayonesa a cualquier hora del día."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así que ahora ya lo sabéis: Brunilda está camino de Noruega; quizá tú seas el afortunado y la encuentres allí. Si este fuera el caso, aquí te dejo con la historia de Brunilda; nunca está de más saber algo sobre el alien que vas a cobijar en tu casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberada originalmente en: Ourense [España]&lt;br /&gt;Último lugar de residencia: Santiago de Compostela [España]&lt;br /&gt;Camino de: Noruega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunilda es conocida entre sus amigos porque le gusta mucho contar historias de miedo; mejor dicho: lo que le gusta es asustar a la gente con estas historias. Lo cierto es que esta tendencia era mucho más acentuada cuando era más pequeña. Hoy en día ya tiene una edad, y sus poderes aterrorizadores no la emocionan tanto. Cuando era pequeña y creía a pies juntillas todas las cosas que contaba, se moría de miedo, al igual que su público. A día de hoy, ya no cree esas viejas historias, y no le producen el mismo escalofrío cuando las recuerda. A cambio ha aprendido a asustar a los demás poniendo caras de psicópata homicida. Se le da muy bien.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, this is Groucho bringing you the latest news! Brunilda, a restless alien who loves to travel, has decided that she needs to keep on travelling around the world, even though she's found a wonderful home with wonderful people. This is Brunilda's story, told exactly the way Marta, the kind person who gave her shelter, told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Brunilda has gone... it's not that she didn't feel good living in Santiago... in fact, she was rather happy, scaring out the new people that would come to visit us at home. However, there was, indeed, a slight trace of sadness in her eyes. &lt;br /&gt;We were very worried about her. In the end she confessed that her greatest wish was to see the world; she told us the apartment was becoming smaller and smaller on her, and it suffocated her. She said she really liked Santiago, but she needed to travel beyong it. She said she wanted to go to the North Pole [Norway] as soon as possible. Once there, her backpacker boots would take her anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning we thought she was insane... the North Pole is so far away... and she would be there all by herself, being this extremely dangerous for such a little alien.&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, after a lot of arguing with her and between us, her flatmates [there was a little familiar crisis], we decided to let her go on with her adventurous alien instinct.&lt;br /&gt;We packed up for her, bought her a nice winter coat, a pair of gloves and a scarf, and we prepared her food for the first couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;We cried a lot when we had to say goodbye to her, but every one must follow their path... Manu went along with her to the North Pole, and still hasn't come back.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll meet again; Good luck, Brunilda!!&lt;br /&gt;This is an advice for the person who finds Brunilda: apart from telling ghost stories, she likes to eat chicken sandwiches with a lot of mayonnaise, at any time of the day."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know: Brunilda is on her way to Norway; maybe you'll be lucky enough to find her there. If this happened, here I tell you all about Brunilda; it's always nice to know something about the alien you're about to shelter at your home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Originally released in: Ourense [Spain]&lt;br /&gt;Last living place: Santiago de Compostela [Spain]&lt;br /&gt;Going to: Norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunilda is well known among her friends because she adores telling ghost stories; or, to be true, what she really likes is scaring people out with these stories. This tendency was a lot more evident when she was little. Nowadays she's older, and she's not so excited about her terrifying powers. When she was little she believed all her stories word by word, and so she would become as frightened about her own stories as her public. But now she no longer believes all these old tales, and they don't give her the creeps like they used to, when she recalls them. Instead, she's learned to scare people out making psychokiller faces. She's great at it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8595065594906711730?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8595065594906711730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8595065594906711730&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8595065594906711730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8595065594906711730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/vip-brunilda-camino-de-noruega-brunilda.html' title='V.I.P Brunilda camino de Noruega-Brunilda on her way to Norway'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SHFbka8HvKI/AAAAAAAAARI/VnZLnRml6mU/s72-c/IMG_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1189490343330060886</id><published>2008-09-15T19:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:22:22.654+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Gwendoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6ayEiMTDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/acYHprAe4Zo/s1600-h/Aliens+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6ayEiMTDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/acYHprAe4Zo/s400/Aliens+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246300800934497330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde lima&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Moscú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwendoline tiene un grave problema de ira contenida. Ella es la menor de tres hermanos, y la única mujer. Cuando era pequeña, Gwendoline vivía llena de admiración hacia sus hermanos y sus padres, al igual que todos los niños humanos y alienígenas, pues esto es algo común a ambas especies. Poco a poco se fue haciendo mayor, y cuando comenzó a tener edad para pensar y opinar por sí misma, topó con la dura realidad: ¡realmente no la escuchaban! Y las pocas veces que su familia la escuchaba, solía topar con una réplica demoledora: &lt;b&gt;'Tú que sabrás, te queda mucho que aprender'.&lt;/b&gt; Ella podía comprender aquello, pero no podía soportar el menosprecio. Pasaron muchos años, y ella nunca llegó a demostrar el sufrimiento que la actitud de su familia le causaba; y, creedme, diez años de rabia contenida son muchos años. Hoy en día, Gwendoline todavía está lidiando con las consecuencias de aquello, y piensa que lo lleva cada vez mejor. Aunque, de vez en cuando ella sigue dejándose llevar por la rabia, y a veces incluso comprende que, sin querer está buscando la violencia en los demás, para poder expulsarla fuera de sí misma. Y cuando esto sucede, ella se asusta.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: lime green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwendoline's got a serious anger problem. She's the younger girl out of three children, and the only woman. When she was little, she lived in awe and complete admiration towards her brothers and parents, just like all human and alien children, for this is ordinary for both species. Years went by and she grew up; finally, when she was old enough to start thinking and giving her opinion all by herself, she came up against the tough reality: they didn't pay attention to her! The few times her family would listen to her, she would always hear this answer: &lt;b&gt;'You don't know a thing, still got a lot to learn.'&lt;/b&gt; Now, she could understand that, but she couldn't stand being scorned. Many years passed and she never told her family how painful their behavoir was to her; and, trust me, ten years of contained anger are a lot of years. Nowadays, Gwendoline is still fighting the consequences of her problem, and she thinks she's doing it quite well. However, sometimes she gets carried away by her rage, and every now and then she notices that, without wanting to, she's looking for other people's violence, in order to send off her own violence out of herself. And this scares her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1189490343330060886?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1189490343330060886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1189490343330060886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1189490343330060886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1189490343330060886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/gwendoline.html' title='Gwendoline'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6ayEiMTDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/acYHprAe4Zo/s72-c/Aliens+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3166738227456184125</id><published>2008-09-15T18:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:06:56.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Vaslav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6TSFyAoTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xwpki81gK68/s1600-h/Aliens+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6TSFyAoTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xwpki81gK68/s400/Aliens+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246292554932068658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: plata&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Moscú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque Vaslav escogió su nombre en honor del genial bailarín y coreógrafo Nijinsky, lo cierto es que le gustan mucho les deportes, y no sólamente el ballet. Vaslav disfruta viendo cualquier tipo de competición deportiva en la que los contendientes demuestren maestría y pasión, pero para ser justos hay que decir que Vaslav respeta dos deportes por encima de todos los demás: el &lt;b&gt;rugby&lt;/b&gt; y el &lt;b&gt;ajedrez&lt;/b&gt;; el rugby representa para él la esencia misma de la masculinidad y la caballerosidad. Como alguien dijo muy acertadamente, el rugby es un deporte de animales jugado por caballeros, y Vaslav está absolutamente seguro de que no existe ningún deporte más honesto que éste. Por otro lado, toda la fuerza bruta que el rugby requiere, ha de transformarse en el ajedrez en inteligencia y perspicacia; el ajedrez es el deporte más complejo que existe, en cuanto a que un jugador jamás puede saber a ciencia cierta qué se oculta en la mente del oponente, y la más cuidada estrategia puede no servir de nada ante un movimiento inesperado, aunque quizá torpe. &lt;br /&gt;A menudo, Vaslav recuerda una frase de &lt;a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Fischer"&gt;Bobby Fischer&lt;/a&gt;, que le parece llena de sentido: &lt;b&gt;'El ajedrez es como la vida'&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: silver&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaslav chose his name as an homage to the great dancer and coreographer Nijinsky, but the truth is that not only does he enjoy dancing and ballet greatly, but he is also a great sports lover. Vaslav enjoys any sports competition in which both contenders show their virtuosity and passion; but to be completely fair we must say that Vaslav respects two specific sports, more than any others: &lt;b&gt;rugby&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;chess&lt;/b&gt;; rugby represents for him the essence of manliness and chivalry. Someone wisely said that rugby was a sport for animals, played by gentlemen, and Vaslav is completely sure that there is not a sport as honest as rugby is. On the other side, all the raw strength needed to play rugby must be turned into intelligence and shrewdness in order to play chess; chess is the most complex sport on earth, for the player can never know what's inside the opponent's head, and the most perfect strategy can topple over before an unexpected move, even if it's a clumsy one. &lt;br /&gt;Vaslav usually recalls what &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Fischer"&gt;Bobby Fischer&lt;/a&gt; once said: &lt;b&gt;'Chess is just like life'&lt;/b&gt;. What a wise man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3166738227456184125?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3166738227456184125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3166738227456184125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3166738227456184125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3166738227456184125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/vaslav.html' title='Vaslav'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SM6TSFyAoTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/xwpki81gK68/s72-c/Aliens+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2630474456467923873</id><published>2008-09-11T02:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.541+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Titus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhqRbDY29I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZO1yQTDPP4w/s1600-h/IMG_0716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhqRbDY29I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZO1yQTDPP4w/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" border="1pt solid black" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244558613625232338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Moscú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde muy pequeñito, Titus tuvo problemas de peso. Siempre pesaba menos de lo que se consideraba normal para su edad, y esto preocupaba enormemente a sus padres; por si esto fuera poco, el pequeño Titus era, además, muy mal comedor, y rara vez tenía hambre. Le dieron jarabes para abrir el apetito, que lo único que conseguían era revolverle el estómago, le dieron vitaminas y tanto en la comida como en la cena, las raciones crecieron desproporcionadamente. Sin embargo, a pesar de todo esto, Titus seguía sin pesar lo mínimo que se consideraba que un alien de su edad debía pesar. Era pequeño, apenas un saquito de piel y huesos de un centímetro de estatura. Pero de pronto, un día, Titus comenzó a crecer, y aquellos huesos tan tristes comenzaron a recubrise de carne; poco a poco, Titus, el alien, comenzó a tomar forma. Hoy en día, Titus es un alien normal, no muy grande, pero normal, y lo que a sus padres les preocupa ya no es su poco peso, sino su poca cabeza. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was a little kid, Titus always had weight problems. He always weighed less than what was considered normal for an alien his age and height, and this made his parents very worried; what is more, Titus was also a very bad eater, and he was hungry very rarely. He was given all kinds of syrups to give him appetite [but they would only make him sick], he was given vitamins and both the lunch and dinner rations became huge all of a sudden. However, despite all these tricks, Titus would still weigh less than what he was supposed to weigh. He was a small alien, barely a little bag of skin and bones that was one centimeter tall. But suddendly, one day, Titus started to grow taller and taller, and those sad bones slowly started to be covered with flesh; little by little, Titus, the alien, was becoming himself. Nowadays, Titus is a normal alien, he's not very big, but he's normal; and his parents are no longer worried about his light body, they're worried about his light head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2630474456467923873?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2630474456467923873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2630474456467923873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2630474456467923873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2630474456467923873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/titus.html' title='Titus'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhqRbDY29I/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZO1yQTDPP4w/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7038741214172165755</id><published>2008-09-11T02:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:04:55.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turquesa/Turqoise blue'/><title type='text'>Sibel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhhjmk6TzI/AAAAAAAAAps/fnAwYmi_Rv8/s1600-h/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhhjmk6TzI/AAAAAAAAAps/fnAwYmi_Rv8/s400/IMG_0590.JPG" border="1pt solid black" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244549030351621938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Moscú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde el principio, Sibel se sintió muy interesada por el esoterismo que impregnaba la cultura humana; estudió las cartas del tarot y los métodos para leerlas y comprenderlas. Practicó, día tras día, diversos métodos de relajación y concentración, e incluso aprendió de memoria una plegaria destinada a solicitar la bendición de los ángeles de la mañana para la correcta interpretación de las cartas. Un buen día, echó las cartas por vez primera y tanto ella como su amiga quedaron francamente sorprendidas por los resultados. Sibel comprendió que solía acertar en sus pronósticos y fue esto, precisamente, lo que la decidió a no probar sus dotes con cualquiera. Las cartas pueden influir poderosamente en las voluntades humanas, y Sibel no le agrada en lo más mínimo que esto suceda; por eso, solamente le echa las cartas a personas muy concretas, por asuntos muy concretos. &lt;br /&gt;Así y todo, aunque la respeta profundamente, Sibel ve esta habilidad como una curiosidad y no quiere darle más importancia de la que verdaderamente tiene. La mente humana es tan fácilmente manipulable... &lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turquoise blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Moscow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, Sibel was always very interested by the esoteric halo that impregnates all human traditions; she studied Tarot cards and the methods to read and understand them. She practised, day after day, different means of relaxation and concentration, and she even learned a special prayer destined to ask for the blessings of the morning angels, in order to obtain a correct interpretation of the cards. One day, she told her fortune to a friend for the first time, and both her and her friend were quite surprised by the results. Sibel understood that her predictions were usually completely right and this determined her not to try her gift with all the ones that asked her to. Cards can have a very powerful influence in human wills, and Sibel does not like this, not even a little bit; this is why she only tells the fortune to very few people, and only about very specific matters. &lt;br /&gt;However, even when she deeply respects her ability, Sibel regards it as a curiosity, and doesn't want to give it more importance than it really has. A human mind is so easy to manipulate...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7038741214172165755?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7038741214172165755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7038741214172165755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7038741214172165755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7038741214172165755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/sibel.html' title='Sibel'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhhjmk6TzI/AAAAAAAAAps/fnAwYmi_Rv8/s72-c/IMG_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-9167261903668211960</id><published>2008-09-11T00:25:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscú/Moscow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groucho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Moscú</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhJ5k-MuiI/AAAAAAAAApk/BLi8vdkLYh0/s1600-h/Aliens+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhJ5k-MuiI/AAAAAAAAApk/BLi8vdkLYh0/s400/Aliens+114.jpg" border="1 pt solid black" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244523019598871074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Hola a todos, soy Groucho otra vez! Aquí me tenéis, abrigado hasta las orejas tras conocer el próximo destino de otros cuatro &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Moscú!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Otros valientes Homeless ya habían pasado algo de frío en San Petersburgo y el tren Transiberiano, pero es que este destacamento va aún más al este, así que esperemos que lleven mitones, y que pronto encuentren a quien les dé cobijo en su hogar. &lt;b&gt;¡Atención, habitantes de Moscú, id con mil ojos, ya que nunca se sabe dónde puede aguardaros un Homeless necesitado de amor!&lt;/b&gt; ¡Buena suerte a todos!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, it's Groucho again! Here you got me, wrapped up warm after I knew the next destination for another four &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moscow!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Previously, some other brave Homeless had already felt a bit cold while on their journey to St. Petersburg and the Transiberian train, but the thing is that this destination is even further in the east, so let's hope they are carrying their gloves along with them, and that they'll soon be picked up by someone who'll give them shelter. &lt;b&gt;Attention Muscovites, open up your eyes for, you never know where a Homeless Alien could be waiting for you, in urgent need of love!&lt;/b&gt; Good luck to everyone!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-9167261903668211960?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/9167261903668211960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=9167261903668211960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/9167261903668211960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/9167261903668211960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/vip-mosc.html' title='V.I.P. Moscú'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMhJ5k-MuiI/AAAAAAAAApk/BLi8vdkLYh0/s72-c/Aliens+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3255596703691292687</id><published>2008-09-06T21:40:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T22:24:42.324+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groucho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salamanca'/><title type='text'>Groucho goes to Salamanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola a todos, ¡os habla Groucho!; he estado ausente unos pocos días. A decir verdad, yo, como alien, me he integrado perfectamente en la sociedad humana, tanto que, como ellos asisto a la universidad, con todas sus consecuencias. Por ello, me he tenido que ir a buscar un piso en el que poder vivr este año; estas fotos son un fiel testimonio de lo que he hecho estos días. Espero que os gusten.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, this is Groucho!; i've been away for a few days. The truth is that I, as an alien, have adapted myself perfectly to human society. I go to college, so go figure... and of course, I have to do all the things human students do so, I had to go and look for a nice apartment to live in for this college year; these pictures are a good testimony of all I've done during these days. I hope you like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡En el autobús!-&lt;i&gt;In the bus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLdsBH2PII/AAAAAAAAAls/Ap8w7YP-hD0/s1600-h/Aliens+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLdsBH2PII/AAAAAAAAAls/Ap8w7YP-hD0/s400/Aliens+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242996664498011266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admirando el paisaje-&lt;i&gt;Admiring the views&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLeeUxF7HI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ul3eCQL-pbE/s1600-h/Aliens+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLeeUxF7HI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Ul3eCQL-pbE/s400/Aliens+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242997528764738674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Reponiendo fuerzas!-&lt;i&gt;Recovering myself!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLffA-yphI/AAAAAAAAAl8/n1tMQ8YrbQk/s1600-h/Aliens+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLffA-yphI/AAAAAAAAAl8/n1tMQ8YrbQk/s400/Aliens+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242998640144983570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Calmando la sed!-&lt;i&gt;Quenching my thirst!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLgY-_rANI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Rz7Q58-Q_5I/s1600-h/Aliens+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLgY-_rANI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Rz7Q58-Q_5I/s400/Aliens+092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242999636044218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Asquerosas costumbres humanas!-&lt;i&gt;Disgusting human habits!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLhAiqQDBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DdKYRAGwS6I/s1600-h/Aliens+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLhAiqQDBI/AAAAAAAAAmM/DdKYRAGwS6I/s400/Aliens+093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243000315632946194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Parada de descanso!-&lt;i&gt;A resting stop during the trip!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLhvLFVtaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gm0oEtJmWZM/s1600-h/Aliens+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLhvLFVtaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/gm0oEtJmWZM/s400/Aliens+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243001116757964194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Mi lado bueno!-&lt;i&gt;My good side!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLiWB3sLJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/irl0j8oqghM/s1600-h/Aliens+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLiWB3sLJI/AAAAAAAAAmc/irl0j8oqghM/s400/Aliens+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243001784299695250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡En la plaza mayor!-&lt;i&gt;At the main square!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLi8ZzsyaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/doIuRaiuATs/s1600-h/Aliens+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLi8ZzsyaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/doIuRaiuATs/s400/Aliens+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243002443560438178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Juerga!-&lt;i&gt;Binge!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLlSBlkHXI/AAAAAAAAAms/u7z_1FQkw1g/s1600-h/Aliens+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLlSBlkHXI/AAAAAAAAAms/u7z_1FQkw1g/s400/Aliens+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243005014039076210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡En el Paniagua!-&lt;i&gt;At Paniagua Bar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLmHkqEURI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QK-BdBwa9rI/s1600-h/Aliens+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLmHkqEURI/AAAAAAAAAm0/QK-BdBwa9rI/s400/Aliens+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243005933986271506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡De vuelta a casa!-&lt;i&gt;Going back home!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLmmr_B4bI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0QNXiLiZ6f0/s1600-h/Aliens+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLmmr_B4bI/AAAAAAAAAm8/0QNXiLiZ6f0/s400/Aliens+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243006468529185202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3255596703691292687?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3255596703691292687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3255596703691292687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3255596703691292687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3255596703691292687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/09/groucho-goes-to-salamanca.html' title='Groucho goes to Salamanca'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SMLdsBH2PII/AAAAAAAAAls/Ap8w7YP-hD0/s72-c/Aliens+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-474123524964967025</id><published>2008-08-31T00:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:09:29.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Philine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnKhu8B2ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aUFQKZcCrc0/s1600-h/Aliens+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnKhu8B2ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aUFQKZcCrc0/s400/Aliens+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240442322306587026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philine sufre de &lt;b&gt;coulrofobia&lt;/b&gt;. Desde que llegó a la Tierra, ella siempre se mostró muy interesada por todo lo que tuviera que ver con la humanidad, y así, fue a ver museos, a los cines, escuchó música, y un buen día, un amigo humano decidió llevarla al circo. Todo iba bien hasta que salieron los payasos. Philine, dominada por un pánico más que irracional, tuvo que abandonar la función, presa de un ataque de nervios. ¿Cómo era posible que existiera algo tan perverso como un payaso? Le explicaron que se suponía que los payasos daban risa y eran amigos de los niños. Y esto la aterrorizó aún más. Un buen día descubrió que había más personas [y aliens] que, como ella, padecían de tan extraña fobia, y poco a poco, haciendo acopio de valor, lo fue superando. Claro que las películas sobre payasos asesinos provenientes del espacio, y algún libro de Stepephen King, no contribuyeron precisamente a que mejorara su opinión sobre los payasos. A día de hoy todavía le cuesta mucho entrar en un Mc Donald's sin inquietarse ante la mirada vacía de la efigie de Ronald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philine siempre supo que había algo extraño en Ronald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLn4sb0KA4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/kgn6owAp-7U/s1600-h/ronald+mcdonald%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLn4sb0KA4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/kgn6owAp-7U/s400/ronald+mcdonald%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240493083686732674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Philine always knew there was something strange about Ronald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philine suffers from &lt;b&gt;coulrophobia&lt;/b&gt;. Since the day she landed on Earth, she was always interested in all the things that have to do with humanhood and so, she visited museums, went to the cinema, listened to music, and then one day, a human friend of hers took her to the circus. It all went right until the clowns appeared on stage. Philine had a panic attack and lost control, to the point that she had to abandon the performance, completely hysterical. How could it be possible that such an evil thing existed? She was told that clowns were supposed to make people laugh and be best friends of children. These facts horrified her even more. One day, she discovered that there were more people [and aliens] that shared her fears, and little by little, gathering all her courage, she started overcoming the phobia. Sure enough, films about killer clowns from outer space and certain novels by Stephen King didn't help her improve her oppinion on clowns. Nowadays, she's uncapable of stepping into a Mc Donald's and not feel worried before the void stare of Ronald Mc Donald.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-474123524964967025?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/474123524964967025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=474123524964967025&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/474123524964967025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/474123524964967025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/philine.html' title='Philine'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnKhu8B2ZI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/aUFQKZcCrc0/s72-c/Aliens+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6240410778547546991</id><published>2008-08-31T00:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:13:52.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><title type='text'>Augustus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnFrfFVSXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D_jPoMykAkg/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnFrfFVSXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D_jPoMykAkg/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240436992291195250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus es un alien al que le gusta estar informado, saber lo que sucede en el mundo, y por esto suele leer los periódicos, y ve muchos documentales. Pero últimamente, se está replanteando esta forma de comportamiento. Cada vez que abre un periódico o ve un reportaje en la televisión, siempre mencionan algo referente a la robótica, o la ingeniería genética, o la nanotecnología, o vete tú a saber qué otras cosas. Y no es que Augustus sea un retrógrado, no. Es que los avances científicos en estos campos son tan apabullantes que a él, sencillamente, le asustan. Al parecer, en Estados Unidos ya es posible implantar chips localizadores en humanos, y hay padres que se los implantan a sus hijos. ¿No es esto una locura? Recientes investigaciones con células madre en ratones han demostrado que es posible que un órgano se regenere a partir de células de tejido del órgano en cuestión. Esto en sí es maravilloso, claro, pero a Augustus, por algún motivo, le asusta. Quizá sea por su costumbre de leer a Isaac Asimov. En cualquier caso, parece que las máquinas aún están muy lejos de tomar conciencia de sí mismas. Pero, ¿y si llegara a suceder? Porque, amigos, el progreso científico es imparable...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augustus likes to be an informed alien, to know what is going on around the world, and because of this, he reads the paper, and watches a lot of documentaries on many subjects. But lately he's starting to reconsider his behavior; every time he watches the news or a tv report, subjects like robotics, nanotechnoloy, or genetic ingeneering always come up. And it's not that Augustus is a reactionary alien, no way. It's just that scientific advance in these particular fields is so overwhelming that he just feels scared of it. He once read that in the U.S, it is possible to implant locating microchips in humans, and seems like there are parents who have already implanted them on their children. Well, isn't it nuts? Recent researchs with mice on stem cells have proved that it is possible for an organ to fully regenerate itself from tissue cells taken from a healthy organ. This is wonderful, of course, but Augustus, somehow, feels scared by all the things this implies. Maybe it's because his habitude of reading Isaac Asimov novels. But anyways, looks like the machines are still very far from becoming aware of themselves. But, what if it ever happened? Because, you see, my friends, scientific progress is unstoppable...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6240410778547546991?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6240410778547546991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6240410778547546991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6240410778547546991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6240410778547546991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/augustus.html' title='Augustus'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnFrfFVSXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/D_jPoMykAkg/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6985448107324724887</id><published>2008-08-30T23:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:06:56.534+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Noa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnBcFZOvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IhWHEJg4t1k/s1600-h/Aliens+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnBcFZOvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IhWHEJg4t1k/s400/Aliens+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240432329650781474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: plata&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez, hace mucho tiempo, Noa conoció a un humano muy simpático, con el que se llevaba muy bien, y terminaron haciéndose buenos amigos. El problema era que vivían a mucha distancia y no podían conocerse en persona. Pero, un buen día, el humano decidió irse a visitar a Noa; estuvieron varios días juntos, y Noa le fue explicando cosas acerca de sus costumbres, su hogar, y la cultura alienígena. Una noche, el humano se le declaró, pero otra persona ocupaba ya el corazón de Noa. El humano se marchó, y a los pocos días recibió su primera carta de amor. Fue la primera vez que Noa tuvo conciencia de que alguien se hubiera enamorado de ella, y se sintió profundamente halagada y emocionada, aunque también un poco triste por no poder corresponder, y provocar el sufrimiento del humano. La carta de amor era preciosa.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: silver&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a long time ago, Noa met a really nice human; they got along really great, and finally became good friends. The problem was that they lived in different countries, and couldn't get to meet each other in person. But then one day, the human decided to pay Noa a visit; they spent a few days together, and she told him many things about alien customs, and culture, and also about her home. One night, the human told her he loved her, but someone else was already inside Noa's heart. The human left, and a couple of days later, she received her first love letter. It was the first time she became fully aware of someone being in love with her, and she felt deeply flattered and moved, but she also felt a bit sad because she couldn't love the human back, and she knew this made him suffer greatly. The love letter was beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6985448107324724887?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6985448107324724887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6985448107324724887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6985448107324724887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6985448107324724887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/noa.html' title='Noa'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLnBcFZOvSI/AAAAAAAAAjA/IhWHEJg4t1k/s72-c/Aliens+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-102587393860627220</id><published>2008-08-30T02:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:06:31.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turquesa/Turqoise blue'/><title type='text'>Egon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLibtWFHieI/AAAAAAAAAiw/EDkxi6py-Z0/s1600-h/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLibtWFHieI/AAAAAAAAAiw/EDkxi6py-Z0/s400/IMG_0720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240109369769036258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egon es uno de esos aliens que no llegaron a conocer su planeta de origen, pues nacieron en la Tierra. Desde que tuvo uso de razón, Egon se sintió profundamente fascinado por la anatomía femenina. Y desde que pudo coger un lápiz y garabatear cosas en un papel, se dedicó a plasmar, por todos los medios, la inexplicable belleza de la mujer. Año tras año de dibujar en hojas y hojas de cuadernos, Egon observó cómo su trazo se volvía más y más decidido, y más realista, aunque siempre distorsionado por la fascinación, igual que el pintor &lt;a href="http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~svb/Schiele/"&gt;Egon Schiele&lt;/a&gt;, de quien tomó su nombre. A día de hoy, es curioso, aunque Egon es perfectamente capaz de dibujar a una mujer, no tiene ni la menor idea de cómo se dibujan los hombres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Una pequeña muestra del trabajo de Egon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiiUZCW2MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XYzIJ5DjHPk/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiiUZCW2MI/AAAAAAAAAi4/XYzIJ5DjHPk/s400/woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240116637647427778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A little sample of Egon's work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turquoise blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egon is one of those aliens that didn't get to know their home planet, for he was born on Earth. For as long as he can remember, Egon felt deeply fascinated by feminine anatomy. And as long as he could grab a pencil and start scrawling on a paper, he devoted himself to capture, in every possible way, the unexplainable beauty of women. Year after year of drawing on notebooks, Egon could tell that his stroke was becoming more and more determined and realistic, altough always distorted by his fascination, just like &lt;a href="http://www.doc.ic.ac.uk/~svb/Schiele/"&gt;Egon Schiele&lt;/a&gt;, the painter who he borrowed his name from. Nowadays, funny thing, even though he is perfectly able to draw a woman, he has not the slightest idea of how to draw a man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-102587393860627220?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/102587393860627220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=102587393860627220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/102587393860627220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/102587393860627220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/egon.html' title='Egon'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLibtWFHieI/AAAAAAAAAiw/EDkxi6py-Z0/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2645610930203691348</id><published>2008-08-30T02:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:19:11.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Leia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiWAT74ahI/AAAAAAAAAig/BQoIt-6oa08/s1600-h/Aliens+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiWAT74ahI/AAAAAAAAAig/BQoIt-6oa08/s400/Aliens+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240103098541173266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo oscuro&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia, como su nombre nos indica, es fan de la &lt;b&gt;Guerra de las Galaxias.&lt;/b&gt; Ella considera que todos los personajes tienen un encanto propio, incluídos los malos, pero hay una raza en concreto que la cautiva: los wookies. No sabe si es su estatura imponente, su lustroso pelaje, o su peculiar lenguaje, el caso es que ella encuntra que los wookies son encantadores. Le parecen excelentes personas, y le gustaría conocer a alguno; de hecho está haciendo investigaciones, pues está segura de que existen en algún remoto planeta de la galaxia, y está decidida a encontrarlo y hacerles una visita. Pocas cosas le harían tanta ilusión como obtener un autógrafo de Chewaka. Seguro que no es ningún divo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiZKCwrSiI/AAAAAAAAAio/owynXsnvtK8/s1600-h/133310__chewbacca_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiZKCwrSiI/AAAAAAAAAio/owynXsnvtK8/s400/133310__chewbacca_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240106564264348194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: dark red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could say, judging by her name, that Leia is a fan of &lt;b&gt;Star Wars&lt;/b&gt;. She considers all the characters to have a charm of their own, even the evil ones, but there is a particular breed that captivates her the most: wookies. She doesn't know if it is because of their height, their luscious fur or their weird language, but the thing is that she finds them lovely. They seem wonderful people to her and she'd love to meet one of them; in fact, she's doing some investigation, for she is sure that they exist in some remote planet in this galaxy, and is determined to find it and pay them a visit. Few things in this world would make her as excited as getting an autograph from Chewbacca. Surely he's no prima donna.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2645610930203691348?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2645610930203691348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2645610930203691348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2645610930203691348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2645610930203691348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/leia.html' title='Leia'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLiWAT74ahI/AAAAAAAAAig/BQoIt-6oa08/s72-c/Aliens+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-363740318677207099</id><published>2008-08-29T22:38:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:18:12.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negro/Black'/><title type='text'>Siouxsie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhfHt0wB3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/LIO1Lm7w9Qo/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240042752610142066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhfHt0wB3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/LIO1Lm7w9Qo/s400/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: negro&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Siouxsie le &lt;s&gt;gustan mucho&lt;/s&gt; le encantan los cómics. Ella &lt;s&gt;cree&lt;/s&gt; está segura de que esto es influencia directa de sus hermanos mayores, que eran grandes fans de la Marvel. Así, Siouxsie pasó gran parte de su infancia leyendo vida y milagros de la Patrulla X. Se fue haciendo mayor y fue descubriendo otro géneros, pero lo cierto es que las raíces no se pierden, y los superhéroes fueron siempre su gran debilidad. Para ella, los mejores son sin duda Batman, y Rondador Nocturno. No hay superhéroes con mayor carisma, sobre todo Rondador Nocturno. [A ella le atrae, pero probablemente, jamás lo reconocería abiertamente]. Pero también hay que decir que no todos los superhéroes son del gusto de Siouxie, no. De hecho, hay un grupito bien nutrido a los que ella considera abiertamente gilipollas. Veámoslo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Superplasta-&lt;i&gt;Superjerk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhjla9uM2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zHEqzJi_rPU/s1600-h/superman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240047660990083938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhjla9uM2I/AAAAAAAAAiA/zHEqzJi_rPU/s400/superman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capullo integral-&lt;i&gt;Complete Asshole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhneiX7IQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hUkcylbMsUE/s1600-h/cyclops25rr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240051940766458114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhneiX7IQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/hUkcylbMsUE/s400/cyclops25rr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capitán Capitalismo-&lt;i&gt;Captain Capitalism&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhptmxsHLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4p2SOT4_KoU/s1600-h/cap109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240054398669561010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhptmxsHLI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4p2SOT4_KoU/s400/cap109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Vigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siouxsie &lt;s&gt;really likes&lt;/s&gt; loves comics. She &lt;s&gt;thinks&lt;/s&gt; knows this is a direct influence from her older brothers, who were great Marvel fans. So, Siouxsie spent the majority of her childhood reading about the X-Men life and matters. She grew older and discovered other comic genres, but the truth is that she could never get rid of her roots, and so superheroes were always her cup of tea. To her, the best superheroes ever are, undoubtedly, Batman and Nightcrawler. There are no superheroes with a greater charisma, specially greater than Nightcrawler's [She has always been attracted to Nightcrawler, but she'd never tell]. But, of course, Siouxsie doesn't like all superheroes, no way. In fact, there's quite a little group of them wich she considers frankly stupid. See them in the pictures above: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-363740318677207099?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/363740318677207099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=363740318677207099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/363740318677207099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/363740318677207099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/siouxsie.html' title='Siouxsie'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLhfHt0wB3I/AAAAAAAAAh4/LIO1Lm7w9Qo/s72-c/IMG_0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6293536109439898111</id><published>2008-08-29T22:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:22:22.655+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCsNHmxsUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Mg-6OzjkQq8/s1600-h/Aliens+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCsNHmxsUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Mg-6OzjkQq8/s400/Aliens+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237875708011852098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde lima&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur tiene doble personalidad. Esto puede parecer bastante normal entre nosotros, los humanos. [porque, seamos sinceros, aunque no sean esquizofrénicos patológicos, los humanos son absolutamente bipolares. Al menos, la mayoría.] Pero esta peculiaridad no se suele dar entre aliens; la mayoría de ellos son exactamente como se muestran, sin dobleces. Pero, de vez en cuando, se dan casos como el de Arthur, sobre todo entre los aliens que ya nacieron en la Tierra y se criaron junto con niños humanos. Lo que le sucede a Arthur es que habitualmente muestra una parte de su personalidad, una parte amable, alegre, una parte divertida. Los que le conocen dicen de él que sería incapaz de hacer mal alguno. Pero Arthur, por dentro, ríe un poco pensando que la gente realmente no le conoce, porque sabe que hay una parte de él marcadamente antisocial, y porque se sabe absolutamente capaz de hacer daño, como cuando era pequeño y andaba a pedradas con los gatos, y se sentía extrañamente complacido cuando le acertaba a alguno. Pero es preciso ocultar estas pulsiones ante los demás. Arthur, al igual que muchos humanos y algunos otros aliens, esconde la rabia y el sadismo tras la anodina máscara de la normalidad. Pero sabe que los demás son como él. &lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: lime green &lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur has a split personality. This may seem rather normal for humans. [For, let's be sincere, even when most are not pathological schizophrenics, humans are completely bipolar. At least, the majority.] But this peculiarity is not usual among aliens; most of them are just like they show, no two-facedness. But every once in a while, cases like Arthur's come up, mostly among aliens that were born on Earth and raised along with human children. Arthur's issue is that he usually shows a part of his personality, the kind, happy, funny part. The ones that know him describe him as uncapable of any harm. But inside, Arthur laughs a little, thinking that all these people don't know him, because he knows that there's a strongly antisocial part in him, and because he knows he's perfectly capable of harm, just like when he was little and threw stones at cats. And he felt weirdly pleased when he hit them. But he needs to hide these odd vibrations before other people. Arthur, just like many humans, and some other aliens, hides rage and sadism behind the dull mask of normality. But he knows the rest are just like him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6293536109439898111?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6293536109439898111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6293536109439898111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6293536109439898111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6293536109439898111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/arthur.html' title='Arthur'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCsNHmxsUI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Mg-6OzjkQq8/s72-c/Aliens+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6150777422346871828</id><published>2008-08-29T22:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.289+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Sid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCru52T8dI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sm1J61ntbjU/s1600-h/Aliens+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCru52T8dI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sm1J61ntbjU/s400/Aliens+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237875188922839506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las apariencias engañan, no sólo en el caso de los humanos, sino también con respecto a los aliens. A simple vista, Sid podría parecernos un alien inclinado a excesos inimaginables. Podemos imaginarlo borracho perdido, en fiestas interminables donde la gente no sabe si está con un chico o una chica. Podemos pensar que Sid probablemente duerma en un contenedor cuando se ha cansado de pelearse con desconocidos. Sin embargo, todas estas conjeturas no podrían estas más lejos de la realidad. De hecho, Sid se considera un alien de lo más sobrio y comedido, y  jamás se le ha ocurrido escupirle a nadie en la cara, aunque todo eso sea de lo más &lt;b&gt;punk&lt;/b&gt;. Tras mucho pensarlo, ha llegado a la conclusión de que él, sencillamente es un alien con una personalidad muy poco compulsiva. No juega, pues considera que el juego es una cosa más bien absurda. La idea de perder dinero porque sí, no le atrae lo más mínimo, y la idea de ganar dinero porque sí, no le parece demasiado justa. No se droga, ya que aborrece perder el control sobre las situaciones en las que se ve envuelto. Apenas bebe. Le gusta la cerveza, pero es incapaz de disfrutar de las bebidas de mucha graduación. Lo cierto es que Sid es un alien de lo más tranquilo para llevar un nombre y un peinado tan punk.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearances can be deceptive, not only when it comes to humans, but when it comes to aliens, as well. At first sight, Sid could seem an alien accustomed to unimaginable excess. We could easily picture him hopelessly drunk in a neverending party in which people wouldn't know whether they're kissing a boy or a girl. We could even suppose that Sid sleeps in a container after getting tired of beating strangers up. However, all this speculation is nowhere near reality. In fact, Sid considers himself as a very sober and moderate alien, and he has never thought of spitting someone in the face, being this such a &lt;b&gt;punk&lt;/b&gt; thing to do. After a long thinking, Sid came to the conclusion that he just isn't a compulsive alien. He doesn't gamble, for he considers it a rather stupid thing: he doesn't really like the idea of losing money just because, and the idea of receiving money just because seems a bit unfair to him. He doesn't do drugs, for he hates losing control on the situations he's involved in. He doesn't even drink too much. He likes beer, but he is completely uncapable of enjoying high alcohol content drinks. The simple truth is that Sid is a really calm alien, maybe too calm for that hairstyle and that name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6150777422346871828?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6150777422346871828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6150777422346871828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6150777422346871828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6150777422346871828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/sid.html' title='Sid'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCru52T8dI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Sm1J61ntbjU/s72-c/Aliens+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5578545616284135243</id><published>2008-08-26T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:28:42.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Mordecai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8wykOMidI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ENWOf9-V75w/s1600-h/Aliens+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8wykOMidI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ENWOf9-V75w/s400/Aliens+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237458536929987026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: plata&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no lo parezca, Mordecai siempre fue un alien con un par de antenas excelentes. Si en vez de alien fuera humano, diríamos de él que &lt;b&gt;'tenía una lujuriosa melena'&lt;/b&gt;. Y vosotros os preguntaréis, ¿Entonces, por qué está calvo? &lt;br /&gt;Mordecai siempre estuvo muy orgulloso de sus hermosas antenas, largas, saludables y seductoras. Eran la clave de su atractivo alienígena. Les otorgaba las mayores atenciones, y los mejores cuidados. Hasta que, un buen día, Mordecai se vio en el espejo y se dio cuenta de que estaba mortalmente aburrido. Así que se fue a la peluquería más cercana y exigió un cambio de look. Desde ese día sus antenas se fueron acortando cada vez más, hasta que, finalmente, terminaron por desaparecer tras un despiadado rape al cero. &lt;br /&gt;Mordecai jamás se ha sentido más a gusto consigo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: silver&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem unbelievable, but Mordecai was always an alien with an excellent pair of antennae. If he was a human instead of an alien, we would say that &lt;b&gt;'he had a luxurious hair'&lt;/b&gt;. And you might wonder: Then why is he bald?. The thing is that Mordecai was always proud of his beautiful, long, healthy and seductive antennae. They were always the center of his alien charm. He used the best hair products, always taking the best of cares for them. And then, one day, Mordecai realized he was fatally bored. So, he went to the nearest hairdresser's and asked for a radically new hairstyle. From that day on, his antennae kept growing shorter and shorter until, finally, they ended up disappearing completely, after a merciless crop.&lt;br /&gt;Mordecai has never been as happy with himself as nowadays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5578545616284135243?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5578545616284135243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5578545616284135243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5578545616284135243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5578545616284135243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/mordecai.html' title='Mordecai'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8wykOMidI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ENWOf9-V75w/s72-c/Aliens+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-563062359340502924</id><published>2008-08-25T01:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:23:09.969+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Matmos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHtC3OtP1I/AAAAAAAAAho/0RDjov9--U8/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHtC3OtP1I/AAAAAAAAAho/0RDjov9--U8/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228475049754450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Islandia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La artista favorita de Matmos es Björk. Por eso ha viajado hasta Islandia, para conocer el lugar que la vio nacer, crecer, y crear. Dicho esto es probable que algunos de vosotros os déis cuenta de por qué Matmos se llama Matmos, pero ésta no es la cuestión. A Matmos le gusta mucho la música, pero hasta que descubrió la música que hacía Björk, no había llegado a conectar tan profundamente con ninguna sensibilidad musical. Alguno de sus amigos le toma el pelo diciéndole que si se ha ido de viaje a Islandia ha sido para ver a Björk, pero no es cierto. Claro que a él le encantaría conocerla, aunque sabe que si tal cosa llegara a suceder, probablemente se pondría tan nervioso que le daría un colapso antes de llegar a articular palabra. Mientras tanto, Matmos disfruta de su música y su presencia escénica a lo lejos, y es gracias a esa música que el mundo se le hace más llevadero.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matmos cree que la comprende.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHwkfSDy4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/potDdgmwKR8/s1600-h/bjork+con+oso%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHwkfSDy4I/AAAAAAAAAhw/potDdgmwKR8/s400/bjork+con+oso%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238232351271799682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matmos thinks he understands her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Relased in: Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matmos' favorite artist is Björk. This is why he went to Iceland, so he could see with his own eyes the place that saw her grow up and create. At this point, some of you will probably know why Matmos is called Matmos, but this is not the question. Matmos really likes music, but only when he discovered Björk's music could he connect deeply with a particular musical sensibility. Some of his friends keep joking around, saying that he has gone to Iceland just because he wants to meet her, but this is not true. He'd love to meet her, of course, but he knows that even if such thing ever happened, he would get so nervous that he'd probably collapse even before saying a word. Meanwhile, he enjoys her music and her scenic presence in the distance, and it is thanks to this music that the world seems better for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-563062359340502924?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/563062359340502924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=563062359340502924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/563062359340502924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/563062359340502924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/matmos.html' title='Matmos'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHtC3OtP1I/AAAAAAAAAho/0RDjov9--U8/s72-c/IMG_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3797071020610345758</id><published>2008-08-25T00:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Gala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHnEQTV4RI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oKLZpVX-FUs/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHnEQTV4RI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oKLZpVX-FUs/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238221901890183442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Islandia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez, Gala leyó un artículo acerca de Islandia. En él se hablaba de la naturaleza, de la paz, de la maternidad, de la juventud, del frío, de la educación, de las mujeres, del gobierno, de los impuestos, y, una vez más, de la paz y la tranquilidad. Lo cierto es que Gala quedó profundamente fascinada por lo que allí leyó acerca de este pequeño país, y tardó muy poco en decidir que le gustaría irse allí y, probablemente, quedarse a vivir. Fue precisamente por esto por lo que Gala hizo los mayores esfuerzos para viajar a Islandia, y, de momento, parece que lo ha conseguido. Lo que ya no sabe con seguridad es si será capaz de aprender a hablar islandés, porque se dice que nadie que no sea nativo de Islandia es capaz de hablarlo correctamente. Y aunque no consiguiera llegar a hablarlo, Gala se dice a sí misma, que mientras pueda oír como otros lo hablan, es suficiente. La musicalidad el lenguaje le parece maravillosa.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tres motivos para irse a vivir a Islandia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHrI14BZzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/be_5V927iiA/s1600-h/ICELAND-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHrI14BZzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/be_5V927iiA/s400/ICELAND-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238226378742130482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHrkepUidI/AAAAAAAAAhY/phsEY08QGoI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHrkepUidI/AAAAAAAAAhY/phsEY08QGoI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238226853542791634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHryBxATUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/eQgAL2jrFzg/s1600-h/blue%2520lagoon%2520iceland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHryBxATUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/eQgAL2jrFzg/s400/blue%2520lagoon%2520iceland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238227086308560194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three reasons to move to Iceland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gala once read an article about Iceland in a magazine. In this article, many subjects were discussed: nature, peace, motherhood, youth, education, women, government, taxes, and, once again, peace and calmness. To speak the truth, Gala became immediately and deeply fascinated about all the things she read about this little country, and it took her less than a minute to decide that she wanted to go there, and probably stay forever. This is why Gala made the greatests efforts to travel to Iceland, and it seems by now that she has made it. What she really doesn't know is if she will ever be able to speak icelandic properly, for it is said that no foreigners could ever get to speak it correctly. But even if she didn't learn it, Gala says to herself that, as long as she can hear someone else speaking it, everything will be alright. To her, the melody of icelandic is wonderful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3797071020610345758?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3797071020610345758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3797071020610345758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3797071020610345758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3797071020610345758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gala.html' title='Gala'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHnEQTV4RI/AAAAAAAAAhI/oKLZpVX-FUs/s72-c/IMG_0656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4701286185669239233</id><published>2008-08-25T00:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:21:18.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negro/Black'/><title type='text'>Bjorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKoTqiTdtVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-ej25pRsbeM/s1600-h/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKoTqiTdtVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-ej25pRsbeM/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236019138255500626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: negro&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Reykjavik, Islandia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn nació en la Tierra, [de padres alienígenas, por supuesto], y creció y se crió como un alien sano y de lo más feliz. Un buen día, rebuscando en los cajones de su madre descubrió un misterioso sobre marrón con su nombre. Al abrirlo encontró dentro una radiografía de lo que parecía ser &lt;b&gt;¡su cadera!&lt;/b&gt;. Resultó que, con apenas un año de edad, a Bjorn le fue descubierta una malformación ósea de la pevis, como una pequeña desviación del eje horizontal. Nunca en toda su vida le supuso la más mínima molestia, pero hoy en día guarda aquella radiografía, enmarcada y colgada sobre la puerta de su habitación. Le recuerda su propia fragilidad y fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;La cadera del pequeño Bjorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHfbdMaV-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/B7idezorayE/s1600-h/Aliens+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLHfbdMaV-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/B7idezorayE/s400/Aliens+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238213504394745826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Bjorn's hip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Reykjavik, Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjorn was born on Earth [to alien parents, of course], and he grew up and was raised as a happy, healthy alien. Then one day, rummaging through one of her mother's drawers, he discovered a mysterious brown envelope. He opened it, and inside he found an X-ray of what seemed to be &lt;b&gt;his hip!&lt;/b&gt;. Thing is that when he was almost a year old, Bjorn was diagnosed with a slight osseus malformation, a little curvature on the horizontal axis. This was never a problem for him in all his life, but nowadays, he keeps the X-ray framed and hanging over his bedroom door. It reminds him of his own frailty and strength.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4701286185669239233?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4701286185669239233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4701286185669239233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4701286185669239233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4701286185669239233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/bjorn.html' title='Bjorn'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKoTqiTdtVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/-ej25pRsbeM/s72-c/IMG_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1019460516758772102</id><published>2008-08-24T02:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.533+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vigo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Vigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCtrvbmGKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lN5NziLa4zk/s1600-h/announce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCtrvbmGKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lN5NziLa4zk/s400/announce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237877333610076322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ciudadanos de Vigo: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;estáis a punto de sufrir un a invasión a gran escala. Más o menos. Mejor será que no opongáis resistencia. Al fin y al cabo, lo más probable es que vuestros invasores os caigan bastante bien...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Citizens of Vigo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; you're about to be invaded on a large scale. More or less. You'd better surrender to them. Afer all, it's most likely that you and your alien invaders will get along great... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cidadáns de Vigo:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; estades a piques de que vos invadan de carallo, non vos digo máis. O mellor que podedes facer é convidalos á feira prá que caten o polbo, e unhas cuncas. Dígovolo eu, que xa os coñezo, hanvos parecer moi riquiños...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1019460516758772102?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1019460516758772102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1019460516758772102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1019460516758772102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1019460516758772102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/vip-vigo.html' title='V.I.P. Vigo'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SLCtrvbmGKI/AAAAAAAAAgY/lN5NziLa4zk/s72-c/announce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6218265175212504378</id><published>2008-08-22T22:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Clío</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8kHmSiFII/AAAAAAAAAf4/eEIPRW1Sf38/s1600-h/IMG_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8kHmSiFII/AAAAAAAAAf4/eEIPRW1Sf38/s400/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237444604611138690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Tren Transiberiano [Rusia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clío es ambidextra; es decir, que puede utilizar las dos manos indistintamente para la realización de cualquier tarea. Aunque lo cierto es que con el paso de los años, esta peculiar habilidad se le fue perdiendo. Clío recuerda perfectamente cómo, siendo muy pequeña, era perfectamente capaz de escribir con ambas manos, sin que existieran diferencias notables entre el escrito realizado con la mano derecha y el escrito realizado con la izquierda. Entonces era 100% ambidextra; cada una de sus manos tenía el 50% de dominio total: equilibrio perfecto. Pero al ir creciendo, se fue acostumbrando a escribir con la mano izquierda, y en la actualidad es básicamente zurda, aunque su mano derecha sigue siendo dominante para determinadas tareas. Al crecer el dominio de la mano izquierda sobre la derecha, su lóbulo frontal derecho se desarrolló en mayor medida. Lástima que el centro del lenguaje se halle en el lóbulo izquierdo: Clío se explica realmente mal.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Transiberian Train [Russia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clio is an ambidextrous alien; this means that she can use both hands to perform any task indistinctly. However, the truth is that she gradually lost this peculiar ability as time went by. She remembers perfectly how, when she was really small, she was completely capable of writing with both hands, and there were no noticeable differences between the left and the right-handed writing. Back then she was a 100% ambidextrous alien; each hand had a 50% of the total control: a perfect manual balance. But, as she grew up, she got used to writing with her left hand, and nowadays she's basically left-handed, although her right hand is still in control for the performance of many tasks. As the left hand gained control over the right hand, her right frontal lobe became more developed than the left lobe. Pity the center of language resides in the left lobe: Clio can't explain herself properly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6218265175212504378?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6218265175212504378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6218265175212504378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6218265175212504378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6218265175212504378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/clo.html' title='Clío'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8kHmSiFII/AAAAAAAAAf4/eEIPRW1Sf38/s72-c/IMG_0728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4314785456684550286</id><published>2008-08-22T22:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Nikolai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8eK8D-oiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YjeMLH5EVdQ/s1600-h/Aliens+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8eK8D-oiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YjeMLH5EVdQ/s400/Aliens+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237438064925516322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: San Petersburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que más le gusta a Nikolai del planeta Tierra no son las personas, ni los animales, ni la pizza, ni la música de Madonna. Lo que más le gusta a Nikolai del planeta Tierra son las casas. O &lt;b&gt;'las casitas'&lt;/b&gt;, como él las llama. No son casas cualquiera. Se trata de casas en apariencia pequeñas, con ventanas que tienen marcos y contras pintados de verde o de rojo. A través de las cortinas, uno puede ver una suave luz blanca, y muchas veces, una promesa ingenua de tranquilidad. Tienen tejados de dos aguas, con tejas de un color rojo oscuro, envejecido por el tiempo, y muchas veces, hay un balcón con una balaustrada de madera que suele necesitar una pasada de lija y un repintado. Pero las flores que asoman entre los barrotes tiene tanto color que lo demás no importa. La puerta principal es pequeña, casi invisible, y a veces lo mejor de estas casitas es que uno no sabe por dónde se puede entrar. Y siempre, siempre la piedra de los muros parece delimitar el exterior más que el interior. &lt;br /&gt;Nikolai sería para siempre feliz si algún día pudiera encontrar una de esas entradas secretas y quedarse dentro para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: St. Petersburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Nikolai likes the most about planet Earth is not the people, or the animals, or eating pizza, or Madonna's music. What Nikolai likes the most about planet Earth are the houses. Or the &lt;b&gt;'housies'&lt;/b&gt;, as he calls them. These are not regular houses. The ones he likes seem to be small, and the windows' frames and shutters are painted red or green. Looking through the curtains, one can see a gentle white light and, many times, a naive promise of calmness. The roof is covered in dark red tiles, old with time; many times, one can find a balcony with a wooden balaustrade, in urgent need of sanding and painting. But the flowers that poke out between the bars are so colorful that the rest doesn't really matter. The main door is small, almost invisible and, sometimes, the best things about these housies is that no one knows where's the entrance. And always, always the stone walls seem to delimit the outside, more than the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Nikolai would be happy forever if only one day he could find one of those hidden doors and stay in forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4314785456684550286?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4314785456684550286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4314785456684550286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4314785456684550286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4314785456684550286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nikolai.html' title='Nikolai'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK8eK8D-oiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/YjeMLH5EVdQ/s72-c/Aliens+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1840037054302695582</id><published>2008-08-21T19:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Mirela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2n74f7K3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/O1zPMlOfH6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2n74f7K3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/O1zPMlOfH6Y/s400/IMG_0677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237026588922162034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: San Petersburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirela, al igual que muchos otros aliens, nació en la Tierra, y fue criada por sus padres de la forma más humana posible, con el fin de que encajara bien entre sus futuros compatriotas. De este modo, Mirela, se aficionó al biberón, y terminó convertida en una verdadera fanática. Tanto fue así que Mirela alcanzó una edad en la que ya no era de recibo seguir alimentándose así. Pero ella no quería ceder: el biberón era prácticamente todo lo que conocía, y su propia satisfacción dependía de una botella de leche caliente con una tetina. Pero finalmente, el sentido común se impuso a los irresistibles impulsos de Mirela, y decidió dejarlo, con el fin de cambiar a una dieta más adulta. &lt;br /&gt;Pero el biberón no fue desterrado así como así, no. Se le ofreció un funeral en toda regla: su ataúd era una caja de galletas María Fontaneda, y el cortejo fúnebre, compuesto por sus primos, le escoltó hasta su última morada. Ahora, en lagún lugar de la Tierra, yace enterrado en una caja de galletas un biberón. Mirela no lo olvida.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: St. Petersburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like many other aliens, Mirela was born on Earth, and was raised by her parents in the most human possible way, so she could fit among her human mates. Therefore, Mirela became used to the bottle, and she ended up being a complete fanatic. Thing is that a time came in which it was not normal for a girl her age still having the feeding bottle; but she wouldn't budge. The bottle was all she knew, and her own satisfaction depended on a bottle with a teat, full of warm milk. In the end, common sense took over and prevailed against Mirela's irresistible impulse; she decided to give it up, looking forward to switch to a more adult diet. &lt;br /&gt;However, the bottle was never exiled like that, no way. A complete funeral was prepared for it: the coffin was an empty box of cookies, and the funeral procession consisted of her cousins, who followed the bottle to its last dwelling place. Today, someplace on Earth, a feeding bottle lies buried inside an empty cookies box. Mirela can't forget it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1840037054302695582?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1840037054302695582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1840037054302695582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1840037054302695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1840037054302695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirela.html' title='Mirela'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2n74f7K3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/O1zPMlOfH6Y/s72-c/IMG_0677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3189546509606974873</id><published>2008-08-21T19:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:22:22.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Vlad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2jh8hEV9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3KlXXjahLCM/s1600-h/Aliens+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2jh8hEV9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3KlXXjahLCM/s400/Aliens+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237021745277589458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde lima&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: San Petersburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad es un gran amante de la fotografía; en su planeta de origen tal cosa no existía, y cuando llegó a la Tierra lo encontró un invento fascinante: la capacidad de captarlo todo, la perfección absoluta que al pintor le está denegada. Comenzó, como casi todo el mundo, con la fotografía analógica, y se sintió extrañamente perturbado cuando el boom digital monopolizó el mercado fotográfico. Para él, la fotografía digital es una quimera que no puede tocar, y no le acaba de gustar. &lt;br /&gt;Un día, no hace mucho tiempo, Vlad, en una visita a una antigua casa de campo terrícola, encontró una vieja cámara polaroid. Cuando le explicaron su funcionamiento, la palabra que le vino a la mente fue &lt;b&gt;magia&lt;/b&gt;. Comenzó a utilizarla, y fue feliz hasta que los cartuchos especiales para esta cámara dejaron de fabricarse, porque al parecer '&lt;b&gt;no era rentable'&lt;/b&gt;. Entonces comprendió que los humanos, realmente no aman el arte.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Lime green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: St. Petersburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad is a great photography lover; in his birth planet, no such thing existed, and when he arrived on Earth he thought it was a fascinating invention: the ability to capture everything, the absolute perfection that a painter can't reach. He started, like most people, making analog photography, and he felt oddly disturbed when the digital boom monopolized the photographic market. To him, digital photography is an illusiom that can't be touched, and he doesn't quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;One day, not so long ago, Vlad found an old polaroid camera while visiting an old countryhouse. When he was told how it worked, the word that came to his mind was &lt;b&gt;magic&lt;/b&gt;. He started using it and he was happy until the special film used for this camera were no longer produced because &lt;b&gt;'it wasn't profitable'&lt;/b&gt;. Then Vlad understood that humans don't really like art.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3189546509606974873?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3189546509606974873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3189546509606974873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3189546509606974873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3189546509606974873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/vlad.html' title='Vlad'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2jh8hEV9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3KlXXjahLCM/s72-c/Aliens+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7092584425145806070</id><published>2008-08-21T18:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:06:56.537+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Leda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2VHzed-dI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RsVh__E-9T8/s1600-h/Aliens+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2VHzed-dI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RsVh__E-9T8/s400/Aliens+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005903011379666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: plata&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: San Petersburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leda tiene mucho miedo de la muerte. Por un lado, y de una forma muy egoísta, le aterra que sus seres queridos mueran, porque intuye que el sufrimiento que eso le causaría sería muy difícil de soportar. Por otro lado, su propio miedo a morirse es tan grande que realmente no sabe qué preferiría: si morir, o que alguien querido mueriese. Sin embargo, lo que más le asusta de su propia muerte no es su desaparición de su mundo, sino el dolor que su muerte causaría a sus allegados. Al fin y al cabo, la muerte, tal y como ella la ve, es como una oscuridad que se oculta en el olvido, y una vez allí no hay más dolor ni consciencia.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: silver&lt;br /&gt;Released in: St. Petersburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leda is very afraid of death. On the one hand, and in a very selfish way, she's frigthened by the possibility that one of her beloved ones could die, because she can sense that the suffering this would cause in her would be too great for her to stand. On the other hand, her own fear of dying is so huge that she really can't tell what she would choose if she had to: her own death, or any of the ones she loves dying. However, what frightens her the most is not the disappearance of her world; it's the pain her death would cause on the people she loves. After all, death, as she sees it, is like a darkness hidden in oblivion, and once being there, there is not any more pain os counsciouness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7092584425145806070?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7092584425145806070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7092584425145806070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7092584425145806070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7092584425145806070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/leda.html' title='Leda'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2VHzed-dI/AAAAAAAAAfY/RsVh__E-9T8/s72-c/Aliens+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-931801008526247013</id><published>2008-08-21T17:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:06:31.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turquesa/Turqoise blue'/><title type='text'>Meco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2QmcbmT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jPjZX9WcMpU/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2QmcbmT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jPjZX9WcMpU/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237000931843133426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turquesa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: San Petersburgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era pequeño, Meco, con esa amoralidad típica de la infancia, se dedicaba a taponar hormigueros, con el fin de observar científicamente la reacción de pánico de las inocentes hormigas. Éstas, totalmente incapaces de comprender que su hormiguero no había desaparecido, se amontonaban desesperadas sobre la entrada oculta, provocando el caos y el terror generalizado entre la comunidad. Poco después encontró un método mucho más drástico y cruel, aunque también más interesante: la inundación. Así aprendió Meco que las hormigas no saben nadar.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: turqoise blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: St. Pertersburg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was little, Meco, using the amorality typical of children, used to block the entrance to the anthills, with the only purpose of observing scientifically the panic reaction of the poor little innocent ants. The ants, completely unable to understand that their anthill hadn't disappeared at all, would crowd together on top of the hidden entrance, causing caos and widespread terror amongst the ant community. Short after this, he found a much more drastic and cruel method, and more interesting also: the flood. This way, Meco learned that ants can't swim.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-931801008526247013?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/931801008526247013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=931801008526247013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/931801008526247013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/931801008526247013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/meco.html' title='Meco'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SK2QmcbmT_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/jPjZX9WcMpU/s72-c/IMG_0665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5355846517421745703</id><published>2008-08-18T22:08:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.545+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Luca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnXkPGi9pI/AAAAAAAAAek/W0VUMzWe5Zo/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnXkPGi9pI/AAAAAAAAAek/W0VUMzWe5Zo/s400/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235953059324163730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Jökulsárlón, Islandia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Luca le abruma el mundo; para ser más exactos, le abruman los humanos y su forma de actuar. Le abruma lo que los humanos han hecho del mundo. Por supuesto, ve las cosas hermosas que existen en la tierra, y las admira. Pero también ve las cosas horribles y, a diferencia de otros aliens y otras personas, no las puede ignorar. Este hecho le hace sufrir, pero no puede remediarlo. A causa de esto, muchas veces piensa que lo verdaderamente sensato, en cuanto a su propio bienestar, sería irse a vivir a una cueva en el bosque, y vivir como ermitaño por el resto de sus días, ya que uno no puede bajarse del mundo. No es un autobús. &lt;br /&gt;En la actualidad, Luca está buscando una agencia inmobiliaria de cuevas.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mafalda: 'Paren el mundo, que me quiero bajar'.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnYzOAoXaI/AAAAAAAAAes/N49qa7QdrsQ/s1600-h/mafalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnYzOAoXaI/AAAAAAAAAes/N49qa7QdrsQ/s400/mafalda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235954416240582050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mafalda: 'Stop the world, I'm getting off'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Jökulsárlón, Iceland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca is overwhelmed by this world; to be more specific, he's overwhelmed by humans and their behaviors. He is overwhelmed by what humans have made with this world. He, of course, sees the beauty and goodness on earth an people, and he admires them. But he also sees the terrible things and, unlike many humans and aliens, he just can't ignore them. This situation makes him suffer, but he can't do anything to solve it. Therefore, he has come to the conclusion that the most sensible thing to do on his own behalf would be moving to a cave, deep in the woods, and living there as a hermit for the rest of his life. After all, it's not possible to get off the world. It's not a bus.&lt;br /&gt;At present, Luca is looking for a real estate agency specializing in caves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKsv5BgcgHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/70F3NsNGQmo/s1600-h/Luca+as+a+tourist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKsv5BgcgHI/AAAAAAAAAfI/70F3NsNGQmo/s400/Luca+as+a+tourist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236331648451903602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca, en el lago-glaciar de Jökulsárlón, Islandia, buscando una cueva donde quedarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luca, at Jökulsárlón lake-glacier, Iceland, looking for some cave to stay at.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Muchísimas gracias a Jordi y Merçé]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Thanks a lot to Jordi and Merçé]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5355846517421745703?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5355846517421745703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5355846517421745703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5355846517421745703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5355846517421745703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/luca.html' title='Luca'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnXkPGi9pI/AAAAAAAAAek/W0VUMzWe5Zo/s72-c/IMG_0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4149221476423269538</id><published>2008-08-18T21:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:01:00.736+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Ava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnSRxTXqUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ndrOB6c3w_M/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnSRxTXqUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ndrOB6c3w_M/s400/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235947244529101122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Missouri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava llegó a la Tierra siendo bastante pequeña, y enseguida se adaptó a la convivencia con humanos y sus costumbres. Con el tiempo, se fue interesando enormemente por la historia de la humanidad y, aparte de lo que le enseñaban en el colegio, comenzó a leer libros de historia por su cuenta. De este modo se fue dando cuenta de que había llegado a la Tierra en la época equivocada. A día de hoy está plenamente convencida de que jamás comprenderá a la gente de este tiempo, y que, del mismo modo, ellos no la comprenden. No es que no le guste el siglo XXI, es solamente que ella hubiera preferido vivir, por ejemplo, en 1920. Está segura de que todo sería mucho más fácil para ella en otro momento y en otro lugar quizá, lejos de la actualidad. Por no hablar de lo maravilloso que sería ser musa de Man Ray y de Picasso. &lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Missouri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ava arrived on Earth she was very little, and soon got used to coexisting with humans and their traditions. Later on she started to become interested in human history and, apart from what she was taught at school, she started reading history books just because she wanted to. This way she slowly realized that she had arrived on Earth on the wrong time. Nowadays she's fully convinced that today humans don't understand her, as well as she doesn't understand them. It's not that she dislikes the 21st century, it's just that she would have loved living, say, in 1920. She's sure that everything would be much easier for her at some other time and maybe some other place, far from the present. Needless to say, being the muse of Man Ray or Picasso, would be just amazing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4149221476423269538?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4149221476423269538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4149221476423269538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4149221476423269538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4149221476423269538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/ava.html' title='Ava'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnSRxTXqUI/AAAAAAAAAec/ndrOB6c3w_M/s72-c/IMG_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8925909854013462781</id><published>2008-08-18T21:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Franz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnMDF8w7_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/nmRVOVM9pjA/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnMDF8w7_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/nmRVOVM9pjA/s400/IMG_0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235940395303628786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Santiago de Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz es un manitas. Hay muchas cosas que se le dan bien: desde pequeños trabajos de bricolaje caseros hasta la cocina, pasando por cosas tan anodinas como el empaquetado de regalos. Pero hay algo que no soporta: &lt;b&gt;las chapuzas&lt;/b&gt;. Sencillamente no comprende por qué hay personas que hacen las cosas mal pudiendo hacerlas bien desde un principio. Él cree que se trata de una cualidad heredada de su padre; éste es capaz de realizar los más maravillosos trabajos manuales con un envidiable nivel de pulcritud y perfección. Franz, que desde luego es consciente de estar aún muy lejos del nivel de su padre, aspira a alcanzarlo algún día. Ese día, por primera vez, Franz llevará a cabo alguna tarea, y su padre no podrá decirle &lt;i&gt;'Eso no se hace así'&lt;/i&gt;. En lugar de eso, le dirá: &lt;i&gt;Muy bien, hijo mío, así se hace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Santiago [Chile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franz is a &lt;/i&gt;'handyalien'&lt;i&gt;. He's good at many things: he can do small do-it-youself tasks, he can cook, and he can even do insubstantial things such as gift wrapping way much better than most people. But there's something he just can't stand: &lt;b&gt;botches&lt;/b&gt;. He just can't understand why people do things wrong when they can be done right from the beginning. He believes he inherited this quality from his father; his father is capable of the most wonderful DIY tasks, always performed with enviable standards of meticulosity and perfection. Franz, of course, is completely aware he's still far from reaching these standards, but he aspires to reaching them some day. That day, for the first time, Franz will do some task and his father won't be able to tell him &lt;/i&gt;'You shouldn't do it that way'&lt;i&gt;. Instead, he'll say &lt;/i&gt;'Well done, son'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8925909854013462781?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8925909854013462781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8925909854013462781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8925909854013462781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8925909854013462781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/franz.html' title='Franz'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKnMDF8w7_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/nmRVOVM9pjA/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8417592183050563662</id><published>2008-08-18T17:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.294+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Cecil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKmb44v24EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vmx8SrN9X2Q/s1600-h/IMG_0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKmb44v24EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vmx8SrN9X2Q/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235887443403006018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Viveiro, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil es uno de esos aliens que puede dar fe de lo fácilmente que se pegan los vicios humanos más perjudiciales. Cecil comenzó a fumar, pero no a edad temprana, como suele suceder en la mayoría de los casos, sino que comenzó cuando ya tenía edad para asistir a la universidad. Qué tontería, ¿verdad? Pero así fue, y Cecil, aunque no fumaba demasiado comenzó a darse cuenta de que los días en que le faltaba el tabaco se encontraba más nervioso y también más cabreado. Pasaron unos años y un buen día, sin saber cómo ni por qué [aunque hay quien dice que todo sucedió a raíz de una discusión con un humano] Cecil dejó de fumar. Se cumplió más de un año durante el cual Cecil no probó el tabaco. Pero los aliens son tan débiles como los humanos, y la ansiedad volvió junto a Cecil, más molesta que nunca. Volvió a fumar. En la actualidad, Cecil lucha contra el tabaco, de forma casi literal. Algunos días se queda contenmplando la cajetilla durante varios minutos, librando una lucha interior que no parecer terminar jamás. Pero nadie dijo que fuera fácil.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Viveiro, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecil is one of those aliens that can testify about how easily is adopting the most harmful human vices. Cecil started smoking, but he wasn't a kid when he did it [the usual]; in fact, he did it when he had the age to go to college. Stupid, right? You bet, but things happened this way, and even though he wasn't a very heavy smoker, he suddendly realized that he got nervous and irritable when he didn't have cigarettes to smoke. A few years passed, and one day, just because [in fact, there are some people that say it actually happened because of an argument he had with a human] Cecil gave up smoking. A year went by, a year in which he didn't have any cigarettes at all. But aliens are just as weak as humans,and anxiety came back to Cecil, more annoying than ever. He started smoking again. Nowadays, Cecil fights cigarettes, almost in a literal way. Some days he stares at the packet for minutes, fighting an internal battle that never ends. But nobody said it was easy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8417592183050563662?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8417592183050563662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8417592183050563662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8417592183050563662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8417592183050563662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/cecil.html' title='Cecil'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKmb44v24EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/vmx8SrN9X2Q/s72-c/IMG_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1802172429161745147</id><published>2008-08-18T03:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.912+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Yma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjPh444u-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/HdlTr3ojLxo/s1600-h/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjPh444u-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/HdlTr3ojLxo/s400/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235662747931818978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Viveiro, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Yma le hacen mucha gracia las personas &lt;b&gt;sinceras&lt;/b&gt;. Esas personas que se autodefinen así: &lt;i&gt;'Ante todo, yo soy sincero/a. Yo siempre voy de frente'.&lt;/i&gt; Yma está convencida de que la mayoría de la gente no tiene ni idea de lo que es la verdadera sinceridad. Imaginad, por un momento, que siempre y en todas las facetas y situaciones de vuestra vida tuvierais que ser 100% sinceros. Imaginadlo, en serio. Tomaos un tiempo para pensarlo bien. ¿Es posible? Yma cree que es virtualmente posible, pero también cree que si los humanos nos relacionáramos de este modo no duraríamos más de una década. Quizá no os importaría mucho tener que ser sinceros con las personas que no os caen bien, pero ¿y las personas que más queréis en esta vida? ¿No creéis que sería extremadamente doloroso? Por algo ciertas mentiras son verdaderamente piadosas.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Viveiro, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yma finds &lt;b&gt;sincere&lt;/b&gt; people really amusing. The kind of people that define themselves this way: &lt;/i&gt;'I always tell the truth. I always tell people what I think of them on their faces.'&lt;i&gt; Yma is sure that the majority of these people have no idea of what sincerity really is. Imagine for a moment that always, in every moment and situation of your life you'd have to be 100% sincere. Really, picture the whole thing. Take your time to think it over. Would it be possible? Yma believes that it is virtually possible, but she also thinks that humans wouldn't last for many years if they had to behave like this. Maybe you wouldn't really mind being sincere with people you don't like, but then again, what about the persons you love the most? Don't you think it would be too painful? No wonder why some lies are truly white.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1802172429161745147?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1802172429161745147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1802172429161745147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1802172429161745147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1802172429161745147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/yma.html' title='Yma'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjPh444u-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/HdlTr3ojLxo/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2188303553006893309</id><published>2008-08-18T03:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.549+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Nim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjKT7AkTdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lSIIcRmiZPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjKT7AkTdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lSIIcRmiZPQ/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235657010424597970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Viveiro, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En apariencia, Nim es un alien completamente normal. Pero sólo en apariencia. Porque de vez en cuando, Nim cae presa de arrebatos maníacos de papiroflexia. Él es incapaz de explicar el por qué, sencillamente, un día como cualquier otro, coge una hoja de papel y comienza a hacer un barquito, o una pajarita, o un avioncito. Y cuando termina hace otro. Y otro. Y otro. Y así hasta que, pasado un tiempo [que pueden ser 30 minutos o cuatro horas], sencillamente deja de hacerlos. Viene y se va de la misma forma incolora, inodora e insabora que el agua, y después Nim nunca sabe qué hacer con el fruto de semejante ataque maníaco. La mayoría de las veces el ejército de barquitos, o pajaritas, o avioncitos, termina en la papelera. Pero a veces se mantienen en la mesa durante días y Nim se queda mirándolo sin comprender.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Viveiro, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by appearances, Nim is a completely normal alien. But only if we judge him by his appearances. Because every now and then, Nim is seized with manic origami raptures. He is uncapable of explaining why, he just, on a day like any other, grabs a piece of paper and starts making a little boat, or a little dove, or a little plane. And when he's done, he makes another. And another. And another. And this goes on like this until, after a while [meaning 30 minutes or four hours], he just stops making them. It starts and ends in the same colorless, odourless, and flavorless way, just like water. After this, Nim never knows what to do with the product of such a manic attack. Most of the times the army of little boats, or doves, or planes, just ends up inside the wastepaper basket. But some other times it stands on the table for days, and Nim just stares at it in confusion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2188303553006893309?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2188303553006893309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2188303553006893309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2188303553006893309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2188303553006893309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/nim.html' title='Nim'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjKT7AkTdI/AAAAAAAAAd8/lSIIcRmiZPQ/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4941965279395742590</id><published>2008-08-18T02:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:01:00.740+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Gurb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjGBNVz-0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/HXCpxullwtk/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjGBNVz-0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/HXCpxullwtk/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235652290881518402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Viveiro, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurb considera que se conoce bastante bien. Ha llegado a un momento de su vida, en el que es bastante consciente de sí mismo. Precisamente por eso, Gurb ha llegado a la conclusión de que el alcohol no es lo suyo. Al igual que entre los humanos, el alcohol está muy extendido entre los aliens, y ejerce los mismos efectos sobre sus organismos. Pero Gurb es un alien que en ciertos momentos se siente superado por la vida, y esta tristeza se acentúa sorprendentemente por causa del alcohol. Muchos aliens tienen borracheras alegres, cantarinas, y divertidas. A Gurb el alcohol le deprime porque le hace pensar cosas que quizá no se le ocurrirían en perfecta sobriedad. A él no le importa sentirse mal teniendo en cuenta que después de tantos años es como estar en casa. Pero no quiere que otros se sientan mal por su culpa. Gurb apenas se emborracha ya.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Viveiro, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gurb thinks he knows himself quite well. His life is at this point in which one becomes almost fully aware of oneself. Considering this, Gurb has come to a conclusion: alcohol is not for him. Alcohol is a very popular thing among aliens, and causes the same effects on human and alien organisms. However, Gurb usually feels overwhelmed by life itself, and this sadness becomes more evident because of alcohol. Many aliens go happy, and funny, and goofy when they're drunk; Gurb gets depressed because while drunk, things come to his mind that wouldn't come if he was sober. He doesn't mind feeling bad, considering that after so many years, sadness is like home for him. But he doesn't want any others to feel bad because of him. Gurb hardly ever gets drunk nowadays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4941965279395742590?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4941965279395742590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4941965279395742590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4941965279395742590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4941965279395742590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/gurb.html' title='Gurb'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKjGBNVz-0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/HXCpxullwtk/s72-c/IMG_0715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8892898897604253389</id><published>2008-08-18T02:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:21:18.327+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negro/Black'/><title type='text'>Elke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi-b29e4XI/AAAAAAAAAds/dN6NdKMaQgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi-b29e4XI/AAAAAAAAAds/dN6NdKMaQgQ/s400/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235643952637337970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: negro&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Viveiro, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez en cuando, Elke tiene episodios de sonambulismo. Lo cierto es que nadie la ha visto jamás levantarse de la cama en plena noche y pasearse por los pasillos. Jamás nadie la ha visto andando en camisón por la calle, y mucho menos se ha despertado en lugares extraños que nada tenían que ver con su cama. Pero Elke llegó a la conclusión de que era sonámbula tras las misteriosa desaparición y posterior reaparición de su aparato dental. Durante una época de su vida, Elke usó correctores dentales, y el último de estos solamente debía utilizarlo por las noches, mientras dormía. Una noche, Elke se puso la ortodoncia, se metió en la cama, y se durmió. A la mañana siguiente la ortodoncia había desaparecido. Elke buscó y buscó por todos los rincones posibles e imposibles de su cuarto y no encontró nada. Pero entonces, algo le vino a la mente, y no era precisamente una idea, sino algo indefinido: una intuición. Tras mirar fijamente el colchón durante algo más de un minuto, Elke por fin se decidió a levantarlo. Y hete aquí que su aparato dental estaba debajo de éste, sobre el somier. En el mismo centro del somier. Desde entonces, Elke no puede evitar pensar que esto ha sucedido más veces y le gustaría saber a qué dedica sus episodios de sonambulismo; pudiera ser que estuviera escribiendo la mejor obra de la historia de la alienidad [y de la humanidad], y ella, sin enterarse...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Viveiro, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, Elke goes trough sleepwalking episodes. The truth is that nobody ever saw her getting out of bed in the middle of the night, nobody saw her strolling in the corridors; nobody ever saw her walking in the street in her nightdress, and, of course, she never woke up in weird places that had nothing to do with her bed. But Elke came to the conclusion of her being a sleepwalker after the mysterious disappearance and subsequent reappearance of her dental appliances. For quite some time, Elke had to wear braces. After this she had to wear a retainer, only during the nights, while sleeping. One night, Elke put on her orthodontics, got in bed and fell asleep. Next morning she woke up to find that her retainer was missing. Elke searched and searched all the possible and impossible places of her room and didn't find a thing. But then, something came to her mind, and it was not an idea; it was a more undefined something: an intuition. She stared at the mattres for about a minute and finally lifted it up. And there they were the retainers, right under the matress, on top of the bed base. Right in the middle of the bed base. Since then, Elke can't help but thinking that this might have happened many times, and she'd like to know what she does during these sleepwalking episodes; she could be writing the best work in the history of alienhood [and manhood], and she wouldn't even know...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8892898897604253389?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8892898897604253389/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8892898897604253389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8892898897604253389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8892898897604253389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/elke.html' title='Elke'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi-b29e4XI/AAAAAAAAAds/dN6NdKMaQgQ/s72-c/IMG_0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2447953985645326520</id><published>2008-08-18T01:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.914+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Mortimer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi4dDL2niI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rAtDO_xeZZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi4dDL2niI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rAtDO_xeZZ4/s400/IMG_0642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235637376028941858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Valencia, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer jamás llegará a comprender la filosofía de algunas &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'rock stars'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;; morir joven y dejar un hermoso cadáver es una idea maravillosamente romántica, e incluso destila para él un ligero aroma de anarquía. Pero a Mortimer no le agrada en lo más mínimo, por el simple hecho de que no tiene las menores ganas de morirse. Y sin embargo, al poco de cobrar conciencia de sí mismo como alien comenzó a tener la extraña sensación de que moriría siendo aún joven. Los años han ido pasando para Mortimer, y no se ha muerto, pero claro, todavía es muy joven. Y la sensación de que le aguarda una muerte prematura sigue ahí, latiendo débil pero constantemente en algún lugar de su conciencia. &lt;b&gt;Al menos&lt;/b&gt;- piensa él -&lt;b&gt;si tengo que morir siendo joven, dejaré un hermoso cadáver.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Valencia, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortimer will never get to understand completely the philosophy of some rock stars; the 'die young and leave a beautiful corpse' motto seems wonderfully romantic, and exhales a subtle anarchy aroma. But this doesn't delight Mortimer at all; he just isn't in the mood for death. However, short after he became aware of his own self as an alien, he started having this funny feeling that told him he was going to die while being still young. Years have passed for Mortimer and he isn't dead yet, but he's still very young, and the feeling that premature death awaits him it's still beating weak but constantly inside of him. &lt;b&gt;At least&lt;/b&gt;- he thinks -&lt;b&gt;if I have to die this young, I'll leave a beautiful corpse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2447953985645326520?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2447953985645326520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2447953985645326520&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2447953985645326520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2447953985645326520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/mortimer.html' title='Mortimer'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SKi4dDL2niI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rAtDO_xeZZ4/s72-c/IMG_0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5914196492247232712</id><published>2008-08-11T04:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.534+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viveiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Viveiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-NGEg0SUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JhhlBJYzojs/s1600-h/Salamanca+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-NGEg0SUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JhhlBJYzojs/s400/Salamanca+218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233056427457923394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Atención viveirenses!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Cinco &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; están a puntito de salir a darse un paseo por Viveiro, así que si veis a alguno de ellos por ahí, acogedlo en vuestra casa. ¡Suerte!&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention Viveiro!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Five new &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/search/label/Informaci%C3%B3n-Information"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; are just about to take a walk around Viveiro, so, if you happen to notice any of them, please, give them a home. Good luck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5914196492247232712?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5914196492247232712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5914196492247232712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5914196492247232712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5914196492247232712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/vip-viveiro_11.html' title='V.I.P. Viveiro'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-NGEg0SUI/AAAAAAAAAdA/JhhlBJYzojs/s72-c/Salamanca+218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1484886053354291908</id><published>2008-08-11T03:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:06:56.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gris/Grey'/><title type='text'>Mair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-bdTzp5AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dcLWQbBedV0/s1600-h/Aliens+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-bdTzp5AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dcLWQbBedV0/s400/Aliens+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072219863245826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: plata&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día, Mair estaba con su hermano, viendo cosas en un gran invento humano llamado internet. Su hermano, un gran amante de la música clásica, se hallaba buscando vídeos de conciertos para piano y encontró casualmente un vídeo con este título: &lt;b&gt;Ravel, Piano Concerto in G - Mov 2: Adagio assai&lt;/b&gt;. Su hermano se emocionó y puso el vídeo. Lo que sucedió a continuación, Mair no podría explicarlo jamás; sencillamente comprendió que aquella música era lo más bonito que había escuchado en toda su vida, y sintió que se le metía muy dentro, para quedarse allí para siempre. Ahora forma parte de ella.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La música más bonita del mundo, interpretada por Martha Argerich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPQKINSB2W0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPQKINSB2W0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most beautiful music on Earth, played by Martha Argerich&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: silver&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Mair was home with her brother, watching things in this great human invention we call the internet. Her brother, who happens to be a great classical music lover, was searching for concerto piano videos, and he casually came across this title: &lt;b&gt;Ravel, Piano Concerto in G - Mov 2: Adagio assai&lt;/b&gt;. Her brother was very excited and nervous about this, and soon hit the 'play' button. What happened next, Mair could never explain; she just knew that this music was the most beautiful thing she ever heard in her whole life, and felt it had gone deep inside of herself, and would stay there forever. Now it's a part of her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1484886053354291908?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1484886053354291908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1484886053354291908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1484886053354291908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1484886053354291908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/mair.html' title='Mair'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-bdTzp5AI/AAAAAAAAAdY/dcLWQbBedV0/s72-c/Aliens+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5282207322228924207</id><published>2008-08-11T03:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:01:00.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Lula</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-WRM1PlPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tkK1ZwFfFeE/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-WRM1PlPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tkK1ZwFfFeE/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233066514274292978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lula le costó mucho decidirse a viajar a la Tierra. Por fin, tras muchos años pensándolo y dándole más vueltas de las necesarias, Lula decidió que se iría a vivir a la Tierra. Al fin y al cabo, muchos de sus amigos y parientes ya estaban allí, sí, y la estarían esperando. Ahora Lula ya lleva un tiempo viviendo en la Tierra [sé de buena tinta que ha encontrado un buen hogar donde quedarse], y está contenta de haber venido; sin embargo, no piensa volver a su planeta, porque cree que no se debe volver a los lugares en los que se ha sido feliz, y que se recuerdan con mucho cariño. Sencillamente, porque el regreso podría significar la mayor decepción de toda una vida. De esta manera, Lula es feliz en la Tierra, recordando la belleza y la bondad de su planeta, al que nunca volverá.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lula had the hardest time of her life when she had to decide wether to come to Earth or not. Finally, after many years of thinking it over much more than it was necessary, Lula decided that she would move to planet Earth. After all, many of her friends and relatives were already there, yes, and they would be waiting for her. Now it's been a while since Lula arrived on Earth [I know she's found a good home to stay at], and she's glad she came; however, she won't go back to her home planet, because she thinks that going back to all the places she's been happy at and she remembers with great love, is wrong. Going back to them could mean the hugest disappointment ever. This way, Lula is happy on Earth, remembering the beauty and goodness of her planet, to which she'll never return.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5282207322228924207?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5282207322228924207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5282207322228924207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5282207322228924207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5282207322228924207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/lula.html' title='Lula'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-WRM1PlPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/tkK1ZwFfFeE/s72-c/IMG_0660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1724582707458917524</id><published>2008-08-11T02:57:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:22:22.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Paco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-PbcXelbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2ZKEhE1SB5U/s1600-h/Aliens+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-PbcXelbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2ZKEhE1SB5U/s400/Aliens+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233058993661711794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde lima&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Ourense, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cosas que más le gustan a Paco de la Tierra, aparte de los curiosos nombres de las personas, es la &lt;big&gt;cerveza&lt;/big&gt;. A Paco le gusta tomarse una caña de vez en cuando, porque no solamente le refresca, sino que le levanta el ánimo. Le parece una bebida muy respetable, pero, al mismo tiempo informal y cercana. Eso le gusta. Cuando descubrió que los orígenes de la cerveza se remontan al antiguo Egipto lo único que se le ocurrió preguntarse fue: &lt;b&gt;¿Cómo puede alguien tener semejante ocurrencia?&lt;/b&gt; Y llegó a la conclusión de que probablemente fue descubierta por error. &lt;br /&gt;A día de hoy, Paco disfruta mucho probando nuevas variedades y marcas que parecen no agotarse jamás: cerveza de frutas, tostada, doble malta, con sabor a tequila, y la inefable Guinness, de densísima espuma. Todas son buenas para él, al igual que para muchos hombres todas las mujeres son hermosas. Aunque luego, claro, tenga que sufrir las peores resacas de la historia...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: lime green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Ourense, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things Paco likes the most about planet Earth is, apart from the funny names people get, the &lt;big&gt;beer&lt;/big&gt;. Paco likes having half a pint every once in a while for, not only does beer refresh him, but it cheers him up as well. He considers it as a very respectable beverage, but casual and fiendly as well. And he likes this. When he found out that the origins of beer go back to the ancient Egypt, the only question he could ever think of was: &lt;b&gt;How could anyone have such a crazy idea?&lt;/b&gt; And he finally came to the conclusion that beer was probably made by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, Paco enjoys trying new beer varieties and brands that seem to never run out completely: fruit flavored beer, stout, lager, tequila flavored beer, and the ineffable, extremely dense foamy Guinness. They're all good for him, the same way that some men find every woman beautiful in her own way. However, of course, he'll have to go trough some of the worst hangovers ever known...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1724582707458917524?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1724582707458917524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1724582707458917524&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1724582707458917524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1724582707458917524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/paco.html' title='Paco'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJ-PbcXelbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2ZKEhE1SB5U/s72-c/Aliens+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-8992566455566045013</id><published>2008-08-06T01:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.551+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Sebastián</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCeTglkp8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/CzECcu__3Fc/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCeTglkp8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/CzECcu__3Fc/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228853225379375042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Palma de Mallorca, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sebastián le agobian mucho las multitudes. Su planeta era lo suficientemente grande como para ofrecer espacio a todos, y sus compatriotas eran lo suficientemente civilizados como para respetar el espacio vital de todos los demás. Pero esto no sucede en la Tierra. Y no es cuestión de que haya demasiada gente, porque hay muchos lugares deshabitados [Sebastián piensa que, desgraciadamente, los humanos terminaremos invadiendo y destrozándolo todo, así que tiempo al tiempo...]; no, no es un problema de espacio. Es un problema de civismo. Los humanos no respetan el espacio vital. La burbuja invisible, mayor o menor, dentro de la que todos los humanos se mueven, debe ser respetada en todo momento, porque de lo contrario, cualquier límite imaginable puede llegar a ser traspasado. Aunque Sebastián sabe que los humanos necesitarían mucho tiempo para poder comprender algo así. Entre tanto, a aprendido a empujar y dar codazos, y le van mejor las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Palma de Mallorca, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian is overwhelmed by the crowds. His planet was big enough to give room to everyone, and his compatriots were civilized enough to respect everyone's living space. But this does not happen on Earth. And it is not a matter of overpopulation, considering the existence of huge uninhabited areas [Sebastian thinks that alas, humans will end up invading and ruining everything, so let's give ourselves some time...]; no, it's not a problem of space. It's a civic-mindedness problem. Humans do not respect the living space. That invisible bubble, bigger or smaller, inside which every human moves and lives, must be respected all the time; otherwise, in time we would go beyond any imaginable limit. But Sebastian Knows that humans would need a lot of time to ever get to understand such a tought. Meanwhile, he has learned to push and elbow people, and things are getting better for him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-8992566455566045013?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/8992566455566045013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=8992566455566045013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8992566455566045013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/8992566455566045013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/sebastin.html' title='Sebastián'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCeTglkp8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/CzECcu__3Fc/s72-c/IMG_0617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7193733411616879262</id><published>2008-08-06T01:02:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.916+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCd84ThLqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XdVFNTfD10c/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCd84ThLqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XdVFNTfD10c/s400/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852836609109666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Palma de Mallorca, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde su llegada a la Tierra, Dean se dedicó a observar minuciosamente a los seres humanos. Decir que los humanos le intrigan sería decir poco. Hay muchas cosas acerca de los hombres que Dean quisiera comprender, pero pocas le llaman la atención tanto como el poder humorístico que la escatología ejerce en los humanos. ¿Por qué a los hombres les hace tanta gracia lo escatológico? ¿El caca-culo-pedo-pis? Basta que alguien se tire un pedo para que los humanos rían, y rían, y rían. En el planeta de Dean, las funciones fisiológicas son un tema más íntimo incluso que la sexualidad; es muy probable que un alien incapaz de retener una ventosidad en público se muera literalmente de vergüenza. Pero esto no sucede casi nunca. Por suerte.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Palma de Mallorca, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since his arrival on Earth, Dean devoted himself to carefully observing human beings. Saying that he is intrigued by humans wouldn't be enough in any way. There's many things about men Dean would like to understand, but very few of them catch her attention as strongly as the humorous power of scatology. Why are men so amused by the scatological? Why the success of so many bathroom jokes? Someone farts and all the humans just laugh, and laugh, and laugh their heads off. On Dean's planet, all these bodily functions are way much more intimate than sexuality; it's rather likely that an alien incapable of retaining a flatulence in public will literally die with embarrassement. But this doesn't quite happen. Luckily.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7193733411616879262?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7193733411616879262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7193733411616879262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7193733411616879262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7193733411616879262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/dean.html' title='Dean'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCd84ThLqI/AAAAAAAAAYg/XdVFNTfD10c/s72-c/IMG_0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-354544319813381857</id><published>2008-08-06T01:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:27:32.921+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naranja/Orange'/><title type='text'>Arle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCdk3Zb8rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sIvZ8y9sUfY/s1600-h/IMG_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCdk3Zb8rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sIvZ8y9sUfY/s400/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852424048636594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: naranja&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Palma de Mallorca, España&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arle supera ampliamente la mayoría de edad alienígena, y, como todo alien joven que se precie, exhibe orgullosamente su carnet de conducir astronaves. Sin embargo, a pesar de los muchos años que lleva viviendo en la Tierra, todavía no se ha sacado el carnet de conducir coches, pues aunque sabe que debe hacerlo, no siente que la conducción terrestre entre humanos peligrosos sea precisamente algo muy estimulante. A Arle le gustan mucho los coches antiguos, por su apariencia frágil pero seria. Le gustan estos coches porque ella siente que exhudan dignidad. Es precisamente por esto que Arle espera ansiosamente el regreso de los antiguos diseños, pero la moda es implacable, y de momento no parece que se vuelvan a fabricar automóviles rectos y angulosos en mucho tiempo. &lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: orange&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Palma de Mallorca, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arle came of age a long time ago, and, just like any young alien, she proudly shows off her spaceship driving license. However, despite all the years she's been living on Earth, she still hasn't gotten her &lt;b&gt;car&lt;/b&gt; driving license for, even though she knows she needs it, she doesn't find driving a car by land, surrounded by dangerous humans a very stimmulating experience. Arle adores vintage cars, because of their fragile but reliable appearance. She likes this kind of cars, because she finds they emit dignity. This is precisely why Arle anxiously awaits the return of vintage car design, but tendencies are relentless, and it doesn't quite seem that straight lines and angles are coming back soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-354544319813381857?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/354544319813381857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=354544319813381857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/354544319813381857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/354544319813381857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/08/arle.html' title='Arle'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SJCdk3Zb8rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/sIvZ8y9sUfY/s72-c/IMG_0682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-833247713587600912</id><published>2008-07-28T21:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.535+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palma de Mallorca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Palma de Mallorca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SI4cb7y6qeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9NSM1EYwgHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SI4cb7y6qeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9NSM1EYwgHQ/s400/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228147483657021922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atención Palma,¡que os invaden!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Tres &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; están, probablemente, campando a sus anchas por Palma y alrededores. Si los encontráis, por favor, abridles las puertas de vuestra casa.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention Palma, you're about to be invaded!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Three &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; are now probably hanging around Palma. If you find any of them, please, take them with you and give them shelter!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-833247713587600912?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/833247713587600912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=833247713587600912&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/833247713587600912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/833247713587600912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/vip-palma-de-mallorca.html' title='V.I.P. Palma de Mallorca'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SI4cb7y6qeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9NSM1EYwgHQ/s72-c/IMG_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1816574221239352257</id><published>2008-07-28T21:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:31:05.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blanco/White'/><title type='text'>Ishmael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0ukEe_eCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WjF1ifmWyaU/s1600-h/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0ukEe_eCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WjF1ifmWyaU/s400/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223382340033542178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blanco&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La adolescencia es una época complicada tanto para los humanos como para los aliens. Unos lo llevan mejor que otros, y nadie lo sufre de la misma manera: hay quien se ve martirizado por el acné, otros por la gordura, por los aparatos dentales o las gafas, pero a Ishmael no le sucedió nada de esto. En lugar de eso, su adolescencia se caracterizó porque se obsesionó con las cosas inservibles y comenzó a coleccionarlas sin ningún fin expositivo. Reunía sellos usados, monedas, llaves viejas, chapas de botellas, y lo guardaba todo en botes sin ningún tipo de orden ni clasificación. Un montón de chatarra sin ningún significado, que Ishmael tampoco trató de inventar. Sencillamente era como si reunir toda aquella basura le tranquilizara. Ahora Ishmael considera que entonces lo poseyó algún tipo de afán de perdurar. Hace mucho que se deshizo de todas esas cosas inútiles.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: white&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescence is a complicated moment, both in human and alien life. Some of them are able to take it better than others, and no one suffers its problems the same way: some of them feel mortified because of acne, some others because of their being fat, and others go through the torture of wearing glasses or braces, but not one of these things ever happened to Ishmael. His adolescence was peculiar because he became obssesed with useless things, and he started collecting them with no exhibiting purpose. He would pick up used stamps, coins, old keys, bottle tops, and he'd put all these things into pots, with no order or classification. A lot of junk without a significance that Ishmael wouldn't even try to invent. It was just that gathering all that garbage together made him feel better somehow. He'd feel good. Nowadays, Ishmael thinks that he was then possesed by some desire to persist. It's been a long time now, since he got rid of all those useless things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1816574221239352257?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1816574221239352257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1816574221239352257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1816574221239352257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1816574221239352257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/ishmael.html' title='Ishmael'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0ukEe_eCI/AAAAAAAAAVI/WjF1ifmWyaU/s72-c/IMG_0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-6291422877347273001</id><published>2008-07-28T21:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.553+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Beia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-bFkA8gnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ucWWZD18OGE/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-bFkA8gnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ucWWZD18OGE/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224064612642357874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay dos tipos de personas, y también de aliens, porque, aunque parezcamos tan diferentes, en el fondo somos muy parecidos. Hay personas que funcionan mejor de día, que son denominadas &lt;b&gt;alondras&lt;/b&gt; [porque las alondras son pájaros diurnos], y otras que funcionan mejor de noche, y son denominadas &lt;b&gt;búhos&lt;/b&gt; [pues el búho es un pájaro nocturno]. Así pues, podríamos decir de Beia que ella es un búho, y de lo más nocturno, además. Y no es que a ella le guste salir de noche y la juerga y todo esto, no. Es que para Beia resulta mucho más sencillo hacer cualquier cosa en la quietud, la soledad, y la paz blindada de la noche. &lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of people, and of aliens too, because, even when we seem so different, we're very similar deep down. There are people who feel at their best during the day, and they're called &lt;b&gt;larks&lt;/b&gt; [because larks are day birds], and other people feel at their best by night, and they're called &lt;b&gt;owls&lt;/b&gt; [because owls are night birds]. So then we could say that Beia is an owl, and a very night owl, indeed. And it's not that she likes patying at night, or raving, or anything like that, no. It's just that for Beia is a lot easier doing anything in the solitude, calm and in the armoured peace of the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-6291422877347273001?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/6291422877347273001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=6291422877347273001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6291422877347273001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/6291422877347273001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/beia.html' title='Beia'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-bFkA8gnI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ucWWZD18OGE/s72-c/IMG_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5465373151671742765</id><published>2008-07-28T21:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:16:06.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><title type='text'>Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-WteNA4XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ISSwG3P4eMY/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-WteNA4XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ISSwG3P4eMY/s400/IMG_0615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224059800718991730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter tuvo una curiosa crisis de identidad cuando era muy pequeño, en el colegio. Un día, por motivos desconocidos incluso para él, Peter se convenció de que no se llamaba Peter, sino Osgood [que era el nombre de su compañero de pupitre]. A partir de entonces, sus dibujos, que aún se conservan, los firmó con el nombre de Osgood, y no con el suyo. Durante este tiempo estaba absolutamente seguro de que se llamaba así. Luego, pasado un tiempo, comprendió que en realidad ese no era su nombre, y en los biujos volvió a aparecer la firma &lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt;. Nunca supo por qué le pasó esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-aHBwMT7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/molxyV0cwZs/s1600-h/Salamanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-aHBwMT7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/molxyV0cwZs/s400/Salamanca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224063538293395378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aquí podéis ver uno de los dibujos de Peter/Osgood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here you can see one of Peter/Osgood drawings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter went through a funny identity crisis in school, when he was very little. One day, and for unknow reasons [unkown even for himself], Peter convinced himself that his name was not Peter, but Osgood [this was the name of his desk mate]. From then on, all his drawings, that can still be seen nowadays, were signed under the name of Osgood, and not his actual name. During this period of time, he was completely sure that his name was this. Then, after a while, he finally understood that Osgood was not his name, and in the drawings, the signature &lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt; started appearing again. He never knew why this happened.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5465373151671742765?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5465373151671742765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5465373151671742765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5465373151671742765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5465373151671742765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/peter.html' title='Peter'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-WteNA4XI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ISSwG3P4eMY/s72-c/IMG_0615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-97757901512034165</id><published>2008-07-28T21:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-RJ4o0PwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/W_68od-XzLA/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-RJ4o0PwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/W_68od-XzLA/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224053691781496578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma cree en los presentimientos y las premoniciones.  Es un hecho bien conocido que, tanto los humanos como los aliens usamos únicamente un ínfima parte de nuestro cerebro; como consecuencia, el potencial completo del cerebro es absolutamente desconocido. ¿Nunca os ha pasado que un día al salir a la calle tenéis el presentimiento de que os vais a encontrar con alguien, y luego os lo encontráis? Esto a Alma le sucede constantemente; además de esto también cree en la telepatía, aunque a un nivel más inconsciente del que se muestra en las películas de ciencia-ficción. Un día os acordáis de alguien a quien hace mucho que no veis y de pronto os llama por teléfono, o lo encontráis dando un paseo. Esto es telepatía, Alma está segura. Hay tanto que desconocemos sobre nuestro cerebro que, ¿por qué no iba a serlo?&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma believes in premonitions. It is a well known fact that both humans and aliens use just a little part of their brains; as a consequence of this, the complete potential of a brain is absolutely unknown. Have you ever gone out for a walk, feeling that you were going to meet somebody, and actually met that somebody? This happens to Alma constantly; what is more, she also believes in telepathy, but in a more unconscious level than what is seen on sci-fi movies. One day you suddendly remember someone you haven't seen in a long time, and minutes later that someone calls you on the phone, or you meet him or her while strolling around. This is telepathy, and Alma is completely sure of this. There's so many things we don't know about our brain that, why wouldn't it be true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-97757901512034165?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/97757901512034165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=97757901512034165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/97757901512034165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/97757901512034165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/alma.html' title='Alma'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-RJ4o0PwI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/W_68od-XzLA/s72-c/IMG_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5653423032152029250</id><published>2008-07-28T21:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-UKVN_4-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/buvJA2aB3gI/s1600-h/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-UKVN_4-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/buvJA2aB3gI/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224056997988525026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando era pequeño, George y su familia se iban al campo a pasar el verano. Todo iba bien hasta que sobrevenía una tormenta de verano; porque a George le aterrorizaban las tormentas tanto que lo único que le ayudaba a dominar su pánico era esconderse. Siempre se escondía bajo una mesa camilla de grandes faldas, y allí debajo, en la penumbra, se convencía a sí mismo de que estaba completamente a salvo. Con el paso de los años, George fue perdiendo su fobia a truenos y relámpagos, y hoy en día incluso disfruta observándolas. &lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was little, George and his family would spend the summers in the countryside. And everything would be alright until the summer storm striked; for George was so frightened of storms that only hiding would help him dominate his panic. He'd always hide under a round table covered with a long cloth, and only down there could he convince himself of being completely safe. Years went by and George slowly started overcoming his thunder and lightning phobia; nowadays he even enjoys watching them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5653423032152029250?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5653423032152029250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5653423032152029250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5653423032152029250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5653423032152029250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/george.html' title='George'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-UKVN_4-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/buvJA2aB3gI/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3674852115947996080</id><published>2008-07-28T21:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:29:17.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naranja/Orange'/><title type='text'>Otto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-OyRxAewI/AAAAAAAAAWI/z8_7oi23aX4/s1600-h/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-OyRxAewI/AAAAAAAAAWI/z8_7oi23aX4/s400/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224051087186623234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: naranja&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Otto le gusta tanto dormir que, cuando era más pequeño y tenía que levantarse para ir al colegio, le pedía a su madre que lo despertara una hora antes de lo necesario. De esta manera, al despertar, sabía que todavía disponía de una hora completa de sueño, y esto le daba un gran placer. Somriendo, daba media vuelta en la cama, se arrebujaba lujuriosamente en las mantas, y partía, una vez más en busca del sueño. &lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: orange&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otto loves sleeping so much that, when he was little and had to wake up early to go to school, he would ask his mother to wake him up an hour before necessary. This way, when he woke up, he knew that he still had a full our os sleep to enjoy, and this fact gave him much pleasure. Smiling, he would turn around in bed, and wrap himself up luxuriously; then he was ready to leave again, searching for more sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3674852115947996080?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3674852115947996080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3674852115947996080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3674852115947996080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3674852115947996080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/otto.html' title='Otto'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-OyRxAewI/AAAAAAAAAWI/z8_7oi23aX4/s72-c/IMG_0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1361362309206886779</id><published>2008-07-25T22:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.537+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIo4KKCTdXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sMke3dHPIlE/s1600-h/Salamanca+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIo4KKCTdXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sMke3dHPIlE/s400/Salamanca+232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227052064660747634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Atención Barcelona!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Seis nuevos &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; que ya van camino de la ciudad condal, listos para ser liberados. Si estáis atentos podréis darles cobijo en vuestras casas. Suerte a todos.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention Barcelona!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Six new &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; are on their way towards Barcelona, ready to be released. If you keep your eyes open, you might be lucky enough to take them home. Good luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1361362309206886779?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1361362309206886779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1361362309206886779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1361362309206886779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1361362309206886779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/vip-barcelona.html' title='V.I.P. Barcelona'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIo4KKCTdXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sMke3dHPIlE/s72-c/Salamanca+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-2679493937338075426</id><published>2008-07-25T22:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:25:57.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azul/Blue'/><title type='text'>Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-uAzbxPVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sr0lWB32Vdw/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-uAzbxPVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sr0lWB32Vdw/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224085421602979154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: azul&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Joe le gusta cocinar. El problema es que la vagancia le impide desarrollar apropiadamente este pasatiempo. Coger la sartén, picar las verduras, sofreír, escabechar, hervir. Servir. Fregar los cacharros. Demasiadas cosas para lo poco que dura. Qué bonito sería cocinar si diera menos trabajo. Pero aún así Joe tiene días buenos en los que se atreve incluso con risottos. Últimamente ha llegado a aprender pequeños fundamentos de la comida mexicana, que le gusta mucho, pero lo que sí le gustaría de verdad es aprender a cocinar comida coreana, que dicen que es incluso más picante que la mexicana. Claro que la comida coreana sería sólo para que otros la degustaran sin saber lo que les espera...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: blue&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe likes cooking. His problem is his own laziness; it keeps him from developing correctly this hobby of his. Grabbing the pan, chopping up vegetables, pickling, boiling. Serving. Doing the washing up. Too many things for the time it takes to finish eating. Cooking would be so lovely if there weren't so many things to do... But still, Joe has some active days in which he even dares to cook risottos. Lately he's even learned little basics on mexican food, which he really likes; but what he'd really love to learn is to cook corean style, for it is said that it is even spicier than mexican. Of course, he'd only cook corean food for other people to try it without knowing what they're about to feel...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-2679493937338075426?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/2679493937338075426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=2679493937338075426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2679493937338075426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/2679493937338075426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/joe.html' title='Joe'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-uAzbxPVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sr0lWB32Vdw/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3412124216941002401</id><published>2008-07-25T22:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.555+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Agnes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-zp6oGCaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HfROtzwbMjY/s1600-h/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-zp6oGCaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HfROtzwbMjY/s400/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224091625466497442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Agnes le gustan mucho los animales terrestres, y por eso ve todos los documentales que puede. Le da igual la dos, que el discovery channel, que la national geographic. Ella se lo traga todo, y luego, poco a poco, va asimilando. Pero después de muchos años de las experiencias vistas en los documentales y de las experiencias propias, Agnes ha encontrado un animal que no soporta: la paloma. Agnes considera que las palomas son como la octava plaga: hay demasiadas, ensucian, portan enfermedades, y por si fuera poco, cada vez se vuelven más osadas e insolentes. ¡Se suben a las mesas de la gente para robar comida! Intolerable. Las palomas, las peores; y los más terroríficos: los tiburones.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes really likes Earth animals, and that's why she watches all the documentaries she can watch. She doesn't mind: discovery channel, national geographic... she watches every channel, and then, little by little, she assimilates it all. But after many years of experiences seen on tv and her own experiences, she has found an animal she just can't stand: doves. She hates doves. She considers doves as the eigth plague: there's too many of them, they shit on everything [even your head], they are bearers of disease and, as if all these things were not enough, they're becoming more and more daring and insolent. ¡They get on top of the tables to steal food from humans! Intolerable. Doves are the worst. The most terryfing are sharks. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3412124216941002401?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3412124216941002401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3412124216941002401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3412124216941002401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3412124216941002401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/agnes.html' title='Agnes'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-zp6oGCaI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HfROtzwbMjY/s72-c/IMG_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-3700139069330018495</id><published>2008-07-25T22:22:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:16:06.677+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amarillo/Yellow'/><title type='text'>Muti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-qd5DUcbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/K680EwwphAM/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-qd5DUcbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/K680EwwphAM/s400/IMG_0708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224081523280736690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: amarillo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una de las cosas que más le gustan a Muti cuando llega el verano son los helados. Los helados de cucurucho artesanos. Y más concretamente, el helado de vainilla. Los placeres que Muti extrae del helado de vainilla están muy por encima de los que le proporciona cualquier otro sabor. Sin embargo, Muti, que esconde un leve espíritu hedonista en su interior, es partidario de no abusar de los placeres. Abusar de los helados de vainilla sólamente restaría placer a sus catas. Por este motivo y no otro, Muti restringe sus helados.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Accra, Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When summertime comes, one the things Muti loves the most is having a nice ice cream. Handmade ice cream comes. And well, to be even more specific: vanilla ice cream. The pleasure Muti extracts from vanilla ice cream is way higher from that provided by any other flavor. However, Muti, who hides a subtle hedonistic spirit inside of him, is in favor of pleasure moderation. Having too much vanilla ice cream would only decrease his tasting pleasure. This is why Muti is resctrictive when it comes to his ice cream cones. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-3700139069330018495?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/3700139069330018495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=3700139069330018495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3700139069330018495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/3700139069330018495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/muti.html' title='Muti'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-qd5DUcbI/AAAAAAAAAXY/K680EwwphAM/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-550086497097930068</id><published>2008-07-25T18:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.538+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accra'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Accra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIn6-ejf98I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MDJMRHIK5m8/s1600-h/Salamanca+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIn6-ejf98I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MDJMRHIK5m8/s400/Salamanca+237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226984793800964034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Nuevas liberaciones!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Estos tres &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless&lt;/a&gt; serán liberados próximamente en Accra, cuidad capital de Ghana. ¡Suerte!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;New releases!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; These three &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless&lt;/a&gt; will be soon released in Accra, capital city of Ghana. Good luck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-550086497097930068?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/550086497097930068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=550086497097930068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/550086497097930068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/550086497097930068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/vip-accra.html' title='V.I.P. Accra.'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIn6-ejf98I/AAAAAAAAAYA/MDJMRHIK5m8/s72-c/Salamanca+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4041668110449399190</id><published>2008-07-21T23:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:12:00.298+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verde/Green'/><title type='text'>Sigmund</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-nj8URXoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yA0kCSY79O4/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-nj8URXoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yA0kCSY79O4/s400/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224078328701476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: verde&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que en la Tierra, en el planeta de origen de Sigmund, existen las religiones. Pero después de muchos años de pensamientos más o menos confusos, Sugmund llegó a la conclusión de que no existe algo a lo que el llamaría &lt;b&gt;Dios&lt;/b&gt;. Esto no siempre fue así, pero hoy en día, él piensa que todo lo que ha sucedido hasta ahora ha sido algo fortuito, fruto del azar. ¿Y si el universo no fuera más que una descomunal mancha de petróleo flotando en algún mar inimaginable, en algún planeta perteneciente a otra dimensión igualmente inimaginable? Una hora de vida humana representa, para una hormiga, toda una vida. ¿Es cierto que todo es relativo?&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: green&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like religions exist on Earth, they exist on Sigmund's planet too. But after many years of more or less confused thinking, Sigmund came to the conclusion that the thing he'd call &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt; does not exist. Things were not always like this but nowadays he thinks that all the events that occured until this very moment happened by chace, and that's all. What if the universe was nothing but an enormous petroleum stain, floating on some unimaginable sea, on some planet belonging to another unimaginable dimension? An hour of human life represents a whole life for an ant. Is it true that everything is relative, after all?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4041668110449399190?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4041668110449399190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4041668110449399190&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4041668110449399190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4041668110449399190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigmund.html' title='Sigmund'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-nj8URXoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/yA0kCSY79O4/s72-c/IMG_0679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5403809933248865565</id><published>2008-07-21T23:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:21:18.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Negro/Black'/><title type='text'>Pou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-kxFtnJrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/98ZcC4_rwnI/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-kxFtnJrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/98ZcC4_rwnI/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224075256027096754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: negro&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pou se le da bien orientarse espacialmente; pero el tema de la orientación temporal es algo que ya no se le da tan bien. No se pierde con facilidad en un lugar que no conoce, pero es incapaz de ubicar temporalmente los sucesos que acaecen en su vida. Para él tanto daría que una cosa sucediera un par de años antes que después; sencillamente, no es capaz de relacionar intelectualmente la cuarta dimensión con las cosas que le pasan. Quizá se deba a sus particulares teorías acerca del tiempo. Porque Pou al igual que Einstein, duda que el tiempo en sí exista...&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou is quite good when it comes to spatial orietation; but when it comes to temporal orientation, things start getting worse. He doesn't get lost easily when he's at some place he doesn't know, but he is unable to temporally place the events that go on in his life. For him, it doesn't quite matter if something happened two, or five years before. He just can't connect the fourth dimension to the things he goes through intellectually. His own peculiar theories on time might be the reason for this. Because Pou, just like Einstein, doubts that time itself even exists...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5403809933248865565?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5403809933248865565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5403809933248865565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5403809933248865565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5403809933248865565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/pou.html' title='Pou'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-kxFtnJrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/98ZcC4_rwnI/s72-c/IMG_0624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-4865492709569565894</id><published>2008-07-21T23:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:01:00.745+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Doris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-hqgYeV8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/W7Itu4QQbhY/s1600-h/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-hqgYeV8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/W7Itu4QQbhY/s400/IMG_0601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224071844392228802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que llegó a la Tierra, Doris se convirtió en una gran aficionada a la televisión. Ella lo tiene muy claro: la mejor serie de todos los tiempos es &lt;b&gt;Los Simpson&lt;/b&gt;. Nunca se ha creado nada como esto. Ella llegó a tiempo para ver los primeros capítulos cuando se estrenaron por vez primera. Es algo que recuerda con un poco de nostalgia y cierto sentimiento heroico. Y es que el micromundo que se creó en esta serie es un reflejo tan fiel de la Tierra e incuso de su planeta de origen, que ella sabe que la serie jamás pasará de moda.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she arrived on Earth, Doris became a huge tv fan. And something is clear for her: the best tv series ever made is, undoubtedly, &lt;b&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/b&gt;. Nothing quite like this ever existed before or after it. She arrived on time to watch the first episodes when they were first opened. She remembers it with a little bit of nostalgia and a sort of heroic feeling. She thinks that the microworld created in these series is such an accurate reflection of earth and of her home planet, that it will never get old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-4865492709569565894?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/4865492709569565894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=4865492709569565894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4865492709569565894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/4865492709569565894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/doris.html' title='Doris'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH-hqgYeV8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/W7Itu4QQbhY/s72-c/IMG_0601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-7727909074691990819</id><published>2008-07-18T13:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:16:53.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liberaciones/Releases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V.I.P'/><title type='text'>V.I.P. Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIB6bkpCf7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/BuZL-VldtIY/s1600-h/Salamanca+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIB6bkpCf7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/BuZL-VldtIY/s400/Salamanca+234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224310181860638642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;¡Atención Amsterdam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Estos tres &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt;Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; van camino de Amsterdam, y pronto llegarán a su destino. Si os encontráis con alguno, tratadlo con cariño, pues están muy lejos de su casa.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attention Amsterdam!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; These three &lt;a href="http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/05/test.html"&gt; Homeless Aliens&lt;/a&gt; are on their way to Amsterdam, and they'll arrive soon. If you find any of them, please treat them kindly; they're very far from their home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-7727909074691990819?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/7727909074691990819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=7727909074691990819&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7727909074691990819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/7727909074691990819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/vip-very-important-post_18.html' title='V.I.P. Amsterdam'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SIB6bkpCf7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/BuZL-VldtIY/s72-c/Salamanca+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-5192225678790079028</id><published>2008-07-18T13:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:01:00.746+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosa/Pink'/><title type='text'>Adlor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0pXf0NDrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6wju-8Q4UWY/s1600-h/IMG_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0pXf0NDrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6wju-8Q4UWY/s400/IMG_0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223376626473832114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rosa&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adlor desconfía de los gemelos humanos. En su planeta no existen los gemelos; las madres únicamente pueden dar a luz a un alien por cada embarazo, y por supuesto, puede que dos aliens hermanos se asemejen, pero no existe nada como los gemelos. Por eso, los aliens encuentran verdaderamente inquietante que haya humanos que son exactamente iguales entre sí. Pero para Adlor es especialmente difícil: le resulta imposible distinguir incluso a los que no son gemelos idénticos; todo esto, además de los continuos malentendidos, es la causa de que se terminen muchas de sus relaciones amistosas con humanos de este tipo. Piensa además, que unos hermanos gemelos son como una entidad única, un todo inseparable, y cree que es imposible llegar a comprenderlos por separado.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: pink&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adlor mistrusts human twins. There's no such thing as twins in his planet; mothers give birth to only one baby for each pregnancy, and, of course two alien brothers may look alike, but there's nothing like twins. That's why aliens find really intriguing and somehow worrying the posibility of two identic humans. But this is specially hard for Adlor, who can't even distinguish non-identic twins; many times these difficulties and other misunderstanding are the cause of the ending of many friendships with humans. He also thinks that twins are like a unique entity, an inseparable whole, and he believes that it is impossible to get to understand them individually.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-5192225678790079028?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/5192225678790079028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=5192225678790079028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5192225678790079028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/5192225678790079028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/adlor.html' title='Adlor'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0pXf0NDrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6wju-8Q4UWY/s72-c/IMG_0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897002140894848200.post-1774821408721019185</id><published>2008-07-18T13:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:58:32.558+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rojo/Red'/><title type='text'>Crup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0lNGjZeWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/E0k9887-zBU/s1600-h/IMG_0658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0lNGjZeWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/E0k9887-zBU/s400/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223372049847253346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: rojo&lt;br /&gt;Liberado en: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Crup le fascina la medicina humana, sobre todo los tratados antiguos que versan sobre temas concretos: oftalmología, sangrías, amputaciones y prótesis, deformaciones... Desde que llegó al planeta Tierra, se dedicó a leer todos aquellos documentos que cayeran en sus manos. De hecho, Crup se cambió su nombre alien, pero en lugar de ponerse un nombre humano, como hacen la mayoría de aliens, se puso el nombre de una enfermedad respiratoria desconocida en su planeta que afecta, sobre todo, a niños y bebés. Muchos pensarán que Crup es un morboso, pero no es así; él simplemente sigue su instinto de aprendizaje, que está muy desarrollado. Últimamente está bastante interesado por los grabados anatómicos de Leonardo Da Vinci.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: red&lt;br /&gt;Released in: Madrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crup is fascinated by human medicine, and most of all, by old, antique treatises on specific subjects: ophtalmology, bleedings, amputations and prosthesis, deformities... Since the very first day he arrived on Earth, he devoted himself to reading all the books on the subject he could lay his hands on. In fact, Crup hanged his alien name, but instead of choosing a human name, like most aliens do, he chose the name of a respiratory disease, unknown in his planet, that affects, mostly to children and babies. Many people would think that Crup is a morbid alien, but it's not like this; he just follows his learning instinct, which is highly developed, more than most. Lately he's becomeing more and more interested in Leonardo Da Vinci's anatomical engravings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897002140894848200-1774821408721019185?l=homelessaliens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/feeds/1774821408721019185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897002140894848200&amp;postID=1774821408721019185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1774821408721019185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897002140894848200/posts/default/1774821408721019185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homelessaliens.blogspot.com/2008/07/crup.html' title='Crup'/><author><name>Nana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SyF203LTHQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/AKL6_Gc9kz8/S220/IMG_1114+-+copia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xpy2rzUJ5ds/SH0lNGjZeWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/E0k9887-zBU/s72-c/IMG_0658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
