﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[gr@fik's BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/2279294/</link><description><![CDATA[]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 02:55:54 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 02:55:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Quelqu'un M'a Dit]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/24747/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
&nbsp;On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose, <br />
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses. <br />
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit... <br /> <br />
Refrain <br />
Que tu m'aimais encore, <br />
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore. <br />
Serais ce possible alors ? <br /> <br />
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous <br />
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout <br />
Parais qu'le bonheur est &agrave; port&eacute;e de main, <br />
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou <br />
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ... <br /> <br />
Refrain <br /> <br />
Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais? <br />
Je ne me souviens plus c'&eacute;tait tard dans la nuit, <br />
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits <br />
&quot;Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit&quot; <br />
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit... <br /> <br />
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit... <br />
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ? <br /> <br />......</p>]]></description><author>grega_71 (gr@fik)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 02:55:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[se feliz]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/17509/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
Si la soledad te enferma el alma<br />
si el invierno llega a tu ventana<br />
no te abandones a la calma con la herida abierta<br />
mejor olvidas y comienzas una vida nueva<br />
y respira el aire puro<br />
sin el vicio de la duda<br />
si un d&iacute;a encuentras la alegria de la vida<br />
se feliz, se feliz, se feliz, se feliz<br />
con los colores de una mariposa<br />
vuela entre las luces de la primavera<br />
si te imaginas que la lluvia te desnuda<br />
juega en los mares que despiertan a la luna<br />
y se feliz, se feliz, se feliz, se feliz<br />
si la soledad te enferma el alma
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~anais abreu~
</p>]]></description><author>grega_71 (gr@fik)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:01:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Charlie Wilson's War  ;-)]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/14967/</link><description><![CDATA[A boy is given a horse on his 14th birthday.<br />
Everyone in the village says, 'Oh how wonderful.' <br />
But a Zen master who lives in the village says, 'We shall see.' <br />
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The boy falls off the horse and breaks his foot. <br />
Everyone in the village says, 'Oh how awful.' <br />
The Zen master says, 'We shall see.' <br />
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The village is thrown into war and all the young men have to go to war. But, because of the broken foot, the boy stays behind. <br />
Everyone says, 'Oh, how wonderful.' <br />
The Zen master says, 'We shall see.' ...<br />
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~Charlie Wilson's War~]]></description><author>grega_71 (gr@fik)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:04:10 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[one of this morings]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/14623/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
<span>One of these mornings<br />
Won't be very long<br />
You will look for me<br />
And I'll be gone...</span>
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<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;~moby~</span>
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There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,<br />
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief.<br />
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,<br />
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth...
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&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ~Bob Dylan~
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...'morning after' headache in progress ... huh ;-)
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...happy new year to you all ...&nbsp;
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&quot;Rise like Lions<br />
after slumber
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In unvanquishable number -
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Shake your chains<br />
to earth like dew
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Which in sleep<br />
had fallen on you -
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Ye are many -<br />
they are few.&quot;
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~Percy Bysshe Shelley
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