﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>When I Think Of Angels..I Think Of You=*</title><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/</link><description>Reginn Þór Eðvarðsson</description><copyright>(c) 2007, BlogCentral.is, All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>60</ttl><item><title>5 ár</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Þó þung séu oft sporin á lífsins leið,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;og ljósið svo skelfing lítið.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Skaltu eiga þér von sem þinn vin í neyð,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;það virkar, en virðist skrýtið.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  ljósið er tendrað af aðdáun einni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;líf sem er tekið af forvitni óttans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bróðir sem lifði á leiðinni beinni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bróðir sem leitaði sátta ei flóttans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tíminn líður svo ósköp hratt, en ekki líður sá dagur að ég hugsi ekki til þín. &lt;br /&gt;Það er svo sárt að sakna, en ég sakna þín alltaf, meir og meir, eftir því sem ég átta mig á því hvað tíminn líður og lengra verður frá því þú fórst frá okkur. Ég minnist þín þó ávallt með gleði í hjarta og er svo innilega þakklát fyrir að hafa fengið þann heiður að fá að kynnast þér&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;og fylgja þér seinustu sporin þín. Ég er svo þakklát fyrir hverja einustu stund sem ég fékk að eyða með þér.  Það er löngum vitað hversu góð sál þú ert en ég er alltaf að sjá það betur og betur að þú ert einn sá traustasti og umhyggjusamasti maður sem ég hef nokkurntíman fengið að kynnast.&lt;br /&gt;Minning þín er ljós í lífi mínu Reginn og vona ég að þú hafir það sem allra best og eigir góðar stundir í faðmi allra fallegu englanna á þeim stað sem þú ert núna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Hildur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 
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				&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ég man svo vel er eg kyssti þig fyrst &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Mér leið eins og prinsessu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Heimurinn var fullkomin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Jafn fullkomin og sólin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Mér langaði svo að hafa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Hafa þig hjá mér &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Að eilífu sem vin minn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Sem stóð mér svo traust við hlið&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Við stóðum þarna saman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Um stjörnu bjarta nótt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Gleðin skein úr brosi þínu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Og veitti mér mikin þrótt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Mér langaði að hafa þig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Alltaf hjá mér &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
En svo fórstu þessa leið &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Og eg sé þig ekki meir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;
&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Eg kveð þig hér með vinur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Og vona þess þú gleðjist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
Þegar þú heyrir að eg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;
hef alltaf elskað þig&lt;/span&gt; ;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/12/5/5-ar/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2009/12/5/5-ar/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 23:49:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>4 ár ;*</title><description>&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;div class="Content" align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eitt sinn var engill,&lt;br /&gt;geislandi og tígurlegur.&lt;br /&gt;Engillinn gægðist inn í lífið&lt;br /&gt;og snart líf allra í kringum sig.&lt;br /&gt;En svo kom sú tíð að engillinn&lt;br /&gt;varð að hverfa aftur til sinna heima.&lt;br /&gt;Skiljandi eftir slóð sína í fegurð og birtu,&lt;br /&gt;fyrir þá sem eftir voru.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="ljod" align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f60/loveXmeX4ever/Icons/Pictures/Music/Piano_rose_by_Titanica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="ljod" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ég þakka þau ár sem ég átti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;þá auðnu að hafa þig hér. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Og það er svo margs að minnast, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;svo margt sem um hug minn fer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Þó þú sért horfinn úr heimi, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ég hitti þig ekki um hríð. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Þín minning er ljós sem lifir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms,sand" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;og lýsir um ókomna tíð.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/12/5/4-ar/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/12/5/4-ar/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 06:44:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>-</title><description>&lt;div style="POSITION: relative; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Ég stend á ströndinni. Skip hlaðið hvítum seglum leggur á haf út í morgungolunni, ímynd fegurðar og orku. Ég horfi á eftir því, uns það hverfur eins og hvítt strik, þar sem himinn og haf mætast. Við hlið mér er einhver sem segir:"Sko, nú er það horfið". Horfið? Hvert? Sjónum mínum - það er allt og sumt. Skipið er enn jafnstórt, og mastur þess, skrokkur og reiði fullt eins vel búið til að bera lifandi farm sinn til ákvörðunarstaðarins, eins og þegar það lét frá því landi, þar sem ég stend. Skipið hefur ekki minnkað, það eru aðeins augu mín sem megna ekki að fylgja því lengra, og á sama augnarbliki og maður við hlið mér segir: " Sko, nú er það horfið". Segja aðrar raddir fagnandi: " Sjáið, þarna kemur það!" &lt;br /&gt;Þannig er dauðinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="339" height="400" alt="" class="photoimg" id="photoimg" src="http://images.ilovemie.multiply.com/image/11/photos/60/400x400/4/883767363-l.jpg?et=c6auNxc43R48I0rVfPakxg&amp;amp;nmid=57973675" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/11/7/-/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2008/11/7/-/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 00:20:16 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>=*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Til Hamingju með afmælið um daginn ;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;(biðst velvirðingar á því hvað þetta kemur seint inn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://321greetings.com/images/angelkissart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you could go back and change one thing about your life, would you? And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or break the heart of another? Or would you choose an entirely different path? Or would you change just one thing, just one moment? One moment, that you've always wanted back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. Some are small like when we do a bad thing for a good reason. Some are bigger like when you let down a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us escape the pain of regret by making the right choice. Some of us have little time for regret because we're looking forward to the future. Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past, and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change your own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, our biggest regrets are not for the things we did -- but, for the things we didn't do. Things we didn't say that could've saved someone that we care about. Especially when we can see the dark storm that's headed their way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;-Hildur&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/15406966/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/15406966/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 04:49:07 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Minning Þín Er Ljós Í Lífi Mínu ;*</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="mainImg" src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1385/9283631/17005947/291717478.jpg" alt="" width="390" height="520" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; var vetrarkv&amp;ouml;ld, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;aacute; a&amp;eth;ventu &amp;eacute;g kvaddi &amp;thorn;ig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Svo erfi&amp;eth; stund,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;minn vinur f&amp;oacute;r m&amp;eacute;r fr&amp;aacute;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; var vetrarkv&amp;ouml;ld,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;af himnum stj&amp;ouml;rnur st&amp;ouml;r&amp;eth;u &amp;aacute; mig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alein &amp;eacute;g var,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;er sveifst &amp;thorn;&amp;uacute; hj&amp;aacute;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; einsemd &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r n&amp;aacute;i t&amp;ouml;kum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; &amp;thorn;rautir l&amp;iacute;fsins gle&amp;eth;i taki af &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; minningarnar a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r s&amp;aelig;ki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; allt s&amp;eacute; breytt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; koma j&amp;oacute;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;Eacute;g s&amp;eacute; &amp;thorn;ig &amp;thorn;ar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;aacute; himnum einn af englunum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Svo f&amp;ouml;gur s&amp;yacute;n,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;iacute; huga m&amp;iacute;num er&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;Eacute;g s&amp;eacute; &amp;thorn;ig &amp;thorn;ar, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;og minnist &amp;thorn;&amp;iacute;n &amp;aacute; j&amp;oacute;lunum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vi&amp;eth; hittumst s&amp;aelig;l,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;er upp &amp;eacute;g fer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; einsemd &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r n&amp;aacute;i t&amp;ouml;kum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; &amp;thorn;rautir l&amp;iacute;fsins gle&amp;eth;i taki af &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; minningarnar a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r s&amp;aelig;ki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; allt s&amp;eacute; breytt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; koma j&amp;oacute;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vi&amp;eth; minningarnar um j&amp;oacute;lin okkur yljum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;og gle&amp;eth;i og sorg &amp;iacute; hjarta&amp;eth; hleypum inn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;thorn;&amp;oacute; vilja gu&amp;eth;s vi&amp;eth; ekki skiljum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;thorn;&amp;aacute; drottins h&amp;ouml;nd k&amp;yacute;s hugur minn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; einsemd &amp;aacute; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r n&amp;aacute;i t&amp;ouml;kum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; &amp;thorn;rautir l&amp;iacute;fsins gle&amp;eth;i taki af &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;a&amp;eth; koma j&amp;oacute;l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; minningarnar a&amp;eth; &amp;thorn;&amp;eacute;r s&amp;aelig;ki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;oacute; allt s&amp;eacute; breytt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;aacute; koma j&amp;oacute;l.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="mainImg" src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1385/9283631/17005947/291717477.jpg" alt="" width="533" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="mainImg" src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1385/9283631/17005947/291717475.jpg" alt="" width="533" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="mainImg" src="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1385/9283631/17005947/291717474.jpg" alt="" width="533" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&amp;THORN;&amp;iacute;n&amp;nbsp; er s&amp;aacute;rt sakna&amp;eth; elsku Reginn ;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/5/minning-thin-er-ljos-i-lifi-minu/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/12/5/minning-thin-er-ljos-i-lifi-minu/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 22:58:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>..</title><description>      &lt;font size="4" color="#ff0000"&gt;Ef ég hefði haft grun hvað
      heimurinn væri....&lt;br&gt;
Vondur&lt;br&gt;
 Ósanngjarn&lt;br&gt;
 Svikull&lt;br&gt;
 Og lyginn&lt;br&gt;
 Hefði ég þá samt komið?&lt;br&gt;
Hefði ég haft kjarkinn til að lifa ?&lt;br&gt;
Eg veit það ekki og mun aldrei vita .&lt;br&gt;
En ég veit að....&lt;br&gt;
Blómin lykta vel&lt;br&gt;
 Ást er yndisleg&lt;br&gt;
 Matur er góður&lt;br&gt;
 Og vinir enn betri&lt;br&gt;
Það gerir heiminn þess virði,&lt;br&gt;
 en hvað ef......&lt;br&gt;
Ég hefði ofnæmi fyrir blómum&lt;br&gt;
 Hvað ef ég yrði aldrei ástfanginn&lt;br&gt;
Og ég ætti engan að.&lt;br&gt;
Þetta allt reyndir þú að segja mér&lt;br&gt;
 En ég skil ekki en afhverju.&lt;br&gt;
Nú er þetta allt mjög mikilvægt fyrir mér&lt;br&gt;
En ekki var það fyrir þér&lt;br&gt;
Þú gast fundið góða lykt&lt;br&gt;
 Þú hafðir verið ástfanginn&lt;br&gt;
 Og þú áttir mig sem vin&lt;br&gt;
Og samt vildir þú fara&lt;br&gt;
 Ég er reið og leið fyrir hönd þína&lt;br&gt;
 Heimurinn lék þig illa&lt;br&gt;
En sólin rís aftur á hverjum morgni og þá er alltaf nýr dagur&lt;br&gt;
Afhverju gastu ekki séð að&lt;br&gt;
 Ég vildi hafa þig hér hjá mér&lt;br&gt;
Og vildi að þú værir glaður&lt;br&gt;
 Ég vildi sjá ljós þitt skýna&lt;br&gt;
 Til að birta veröld mína&lt;br&gt;
 Kannski var það rangt af mér&lt;br&gt;
 En ég sakna þín sárt&amp;nbsp;þó ég&amp;nbsp;þekkti þig aðeins í stutta
stund&lt;br&gt;
Heimurinn minn er fátækari án þín.&lt;/font&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/14873481/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/14873481/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2007 01:42:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>:)</title><description>   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Til Hamingju með daginn
   :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Sakna þín
;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src=
"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Candle-flame-and-reflection.jpg"
     alt="" width="678" height="848"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/14872323/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/14872323/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jul 2007 08:54:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>=*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;ég var beðin um að setja hérna inn eina mynd :&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img id="fullSizedImage" style="width: 720px" src=
"http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/hildur182/Gamlrs001.jpg?t=1172006091"
     alt="Gamlrs001.jpg" width="720" height="540"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Þetta er s.s. tattoo sem Þórður félagi Regins lét gera á sig til
minningar um hann. Mjög flott.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style=
      "font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial"&gt;
Hér saknar faðir, hér saknar móðir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=
"font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size=
"3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial"&gt;og systkin döpur og
vinir hljóðir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;font size=
"3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial"&gt;því hann sem æskunnar
yndi bar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;svo óvænt
kallaður að heiman var.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
( Finnbogi J. Arndal)&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/2/20/=/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2007/2/20/=/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Feb 2007 22:44:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Gleðileg Jól :)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Eitt af uppáhalds Jólalögum Reginns :) :&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;br&gt;
But the very next day, You gave it away&lt;br&gt;
This year, to save me from tears&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone special&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;br&gt;
But the very next day, You gave it away&lt;br&gt;
This year, to save me from tears&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone special&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Once bitten and twice shy&lt;br&gt;
I keep my distance but you still catch my eye&lt;br&gt;
Tell me baby do you recognise me?&lt;br&gt;
Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
(Happy Christmas!) I wrapped it up and sent it&lt;br&gt;
With a note saying "I Love You" I meant it&lt;br&gt;
Now I know what a fool I've been&lt;br&gt;
But if you kissed me now I know you'd fool me again&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Chorus&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
(Oooh. Oooh Baby)&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
A crowded room, friends with tired eyes&lt;br&gt;
I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice&lt;br&gt;
My God I thought you were someone to rely on&lt;br&gt;
Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;br&gt;
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br&gt;
A man undercover but you tore me apart&lt;br&gt;
Oooh Oooh&lt;br&gt;
Now I've found a real love you'll never fool me again&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Chorus&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
A face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;br&gt;
(Gave you my heart)&lt;br&gt;
A man undercover but you tore me apart&lt;br&gt;
Next year&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special&lt;br&gt;
special&lt;br&gt;
someone&lt;br&gt;
someone&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special&lt;br&gt;
who'll give me something in return&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone&lt;br&gt;
hold my heart and watch it burn&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone special&lt;br&gt;
I've got you here to stay&lt;br&gt;
I can love you for a day&lt;br&gt;
I thought you were someone special&lt;br&gt;
gave you my heart&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone&lt;br&gt;
last christmas I gave you my heart&lt;br&gt;
you gave it away&lt;br&gt;
I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=
"http://k41.pbase.com/u17/sofo/upload/42694866.Candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/12/25/gledileg-jol/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/12/25/gledileg-jol/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 19:53:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>5. Desember 2006.</title><description>      &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;nú eru komin 2 erfið ár síðan þú, Reginn
      okkar, fórst og fá hvorki sögð né skrifuð orð því lýst hve
      mikill söknuður hefur fylgt manni frá þessum hræðilega degi
      2004.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ég hef ekki mikið getað komist að leiðinu sjálf en hef reynt
einsog ég get, það er alltaf gott að koma í heimsókn :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ég fór ekki að leiðinu í dag en ég fór í kirkjuna á tónleika, ég
hef ekki komið þangað síðan í jarðarförinni og það var gott að koma
þangað ég gat séð fyrir mér hvíta kistuna og blómin :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;svo fallegt. mér fannst alveg einsog þú værir þarna með mér,
einsog svo oft áður :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ég sakna þín svo ótrúlega mikið og hef svo oft fundið fyrir því
hvað mér vantar þig mikið, fá að tala við þig, hlusta á þig,
skiptast á því sem okkur liggur svo innilega á hjarta, og tala um
og hlusta á tónlist...tónlistina okkar :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Takk Fyrir góðu tímana sem við áttum saman, ég hef mikið verið
að huxa til þeirra :) :*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;ég vona að þú hafir það sem allra best þarna hinumegin og vakir
yfir okkur. :*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Hildur Lára&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ég sit hér og hugsa&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;um þá gömlu góðu daga,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;er þú varst mér hjá&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;mikið var gaman þá.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Nú ertu farinn,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;en fylgir mér þó enn,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;þú veist ekki hvað ég gæfi,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;fyrir að hitta þig einu sinni enn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;V.V.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" onclick=
"function anonymous() { function anonymous() { document.location='/photos/albums/photo.aspx?type=3&amp;amp;source=photo&amp;amp;id=S48Lx8qczQ4Ak1Hq45LX2eF-nWvcTBJwbQY4xE0qUgNzP4hvgdMroXsptjinRDOdM6&amp;amp;full=start' } }"
     src=
     "http://us10.pixagogo.com/S5HObAqNDlbjQvLFi3jBane-pPzlzIcKxd7dkYs4dweOASl2He!mXygl-CKT7t9BU19JSsozqon8sopMlR8ngAtZzAw-1ZCUOd1WANjp7HwyU_/05.12.06_003.jpg"
     border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" onclick=
"function anonymous() { function anonymous() { document.location='/photos/albums/photo.aspx?type=3&amp;amp;source=photo&amp;amp;id=S4MqGvgjYviVsECHF1IX5FRVibRnaG8B0fxgzZODoenXda5bNwqovsSJGJ9zoHCGGR&amp;amp;full=start' } }"
     src=
     "http://us2.pixagogo.com/S5HObAqNDlbjRMkm5Vt7tGm8MSYOFSpJtLMJBWwAcWUXGtJSMtgUIK!JF7iAgViV3dBpnsgBdd3a2a9hgIItUBrkgFryzZFJwgl2dUbxWG8AA_/05.12.06_007.jpg"
     border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Myndir Teknar frá Tinnu
Heimis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/12/6/5-desember-2006/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/12/6/5-desember-2006/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 00:27:37 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>&lt;3</title><description>   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src=
   "http://www.punkndisorderly.com/img/comics/myart_comics3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Crystal Ship - The Doors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before you slip into unconsciousness&lt;br&gt;
Id like to have another kiss&lt;br&gt;
Another flashing chance at bliss&lt;br&gt;
Another kiss, another kiss&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The days are bright and filled with pain&lt;br&gt;
Enclose me in your gentle rain&lt;br&gt;
The time you ran was too insane&lt;br&gt;
Well meet again, well meet again&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Oh tell me where your freedom lies&lt;br&gt;
The streets are fields that never die&lt;br&gt;
Deliver me from reasons why&lt;br&gt;
Youd rather cry, Id rather fly&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The crystal ship is being filled&lt;br&gt;
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills&lt;br&gt;
A million ways to spend your time&lt;br&gt;
When we get back, Ill drop a line&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/10/5/3/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/10/5/3/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Oct 2006 20:24:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Til hamingju með Daginn =*</title><description>&lt;p&gt;*Söngl*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hann á afmæli í dag ..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hann á afmæli í&amp;nbsp; dag..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hann á afmæli hann Reginn&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;hann á afmæli í dag =)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Til Hamingju með Daginn ástin mín =) vona að þú hafir notið
dagsins vel í faðmi engla&amp;nbsp;=)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="?start=80#imgAnch99"&gt;&lt;img class="pic" height="233"
     alt="ReginnKrist.jpg" src=
     "http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/hildur182/ReginnKrist.jpg"
     width="350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=
"http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7d/Candleburning.jpg/150px-Candleburning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/7/21/til-hamingju-med-daginn-=/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/7/21/til-hamingju-med-daginn-=/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 22:01:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>hear you me ? =*)</title><description>   &lt;p align="center"&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;br&gt;
You gave us some place to go.&lt;br&gt;
I never said thank you for that.&lt;br&gt;
I thought I might get one more chance.&lt;br&gt;
What would you think of me now,&lt;br&gt;
so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br&gt;
I never said thank you for that,&lt;br&gt;
now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
Hear you me my friends.&lt;br&gt;
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
So what would you think of me now,&lt;br&gt;
so lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;br&gt;
I never said thank you for that,&lt;br&gt;
now I'll never have a chance.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
Hear you me my friends.&lt;br&gt;
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
And if you were with me tonight,&lt;br&gt;
I'd sing to you just one more time.&lt;br&gt;
A song for a heart so big,&lt;br&gt;
god wouldn't let it live.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
Hear you me my friends.&lt;br&gt;
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
Hear you me my friends.&lt;br&gt;
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;br&gt;
May angels lead you in.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href=
"icon.php?image=http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1240651707.png&amp;amp;id=80660"&gt;
&lt;img class="bordered" title="msn_icons_doll_steelie" src=
"http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1240651707.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="icon.php?image=http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1212103346.gif&amp;amp;id=80695"&gt;
&lt;img class="bordered" title="msn_icons_doll_xpucca-girlx" src=
"http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1212103346.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="icon.php?image=http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1116197334.gif&amp;amp;id=78452"&gt;
&lt;img class="bordered" title="msn_icons_doll_anonymous" src=
"http://images.msndollz.com/gallery/Punk/msndollzu_1116197334.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/5/19/hear-you-me=/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/5/19/hear-you-me=/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 15:26:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Cant cry hard enough for you to hear me now.</title><description>   &lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src=
"http://images-eu.amazon.com/images/P/B0001FT2IA.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello there the angel from my
nightmare&lt;br&gt;
The shadow in backround of the morgue&lt;br&gt;
The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br&gt;
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br&gt;
Where you can always find me&lt;br&gt;
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br&gt;
And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br&gt;
 We'll wish this never end&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br&gt;
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br&gt;
I need somebody and always&lt;br&gt;
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting
everytime&lt;br&gt;
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders&lt;br&gt;
catching things and eating their insides&lt;br&gt;
Like indecision to call you&lt;br&gt;
And hear your voice of treason&lt;br&gt;
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br&gt;
stop this pain tonight&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my
head&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I miss you miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/4/6/cant-cry-hard-enough-for-you-to-hear-me-now/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/4/6/cant-cry-hard-enough-for-you-to-hear-me-now/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Apr 2006 14:42:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Ten Years gone - Led Zeppelin</title><description>      &lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Then as it was, then again it
      will be&lt;br&gt;
 An' though the course may change sometimes&lt;br&gt;
 Rivers always reach the sea&lt;br&gt;
 Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays&lt;br&gt;
 On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey&lt;br&gt;
 Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow&lt;br&gt;
 But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me&lt;br&gt;
 In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad&lt;br&gt;
 Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had&lt;br&gt;
 Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good&lt;br&gt;
 'Cause it was just the first time, And you knew you would&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Through the eyes an' I sparkle, Senses growing keen&lt;br&gt;
 Taste your love along the way, See your feathers preen&lt;br&gt;
 Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, Didn't have to grow&lt;br&gt;
 We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me&lt;br&gt;
 Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be&lt;br&gt;
 Oh darlin', oh darlin'&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
 I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave&lt;br&gt;
 Holdin' on, ten years gone&lt;br&gt;
 Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;
</description><link>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/3/2/ten-years-gone-led-zeppelin/</link><guid>http://reginnthor.blogcentral.is/blog/2006/3/2/ten-years-gone-led-zeppelin/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Mar 2006 00:18:14 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
