<?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-33300551</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:30:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Tales From Two-</title><subtitle type='html'>L'essentiel,c'est de partir du tout.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pornflakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08646194690672783491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJC0ixLH8sY/SoP7QkjlpyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kQgpNJhkg_U/S220/Dorothy-Shoes+-+020In_My_Head_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-897151271717093150</id><published>2010-05-15T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T01:49:42.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;"Yağmurlu bir günde aklınıza yapacak ne gelir ki diye içinden geçiren insan, yağmurlu günün keyfini çıkarabilecek potansiyele sahip insandır. Bu güzellik karşısında ne yapacağını şaşırmış, çaresiz insan, sadece cinsel amaçlar gütmeyen, saf duygularını karşısındakinin önüne döken insanla aynıdır. Farketmeyeceğini bilen insan, ruhunun derinliklerinde, bir çengelli iğnenin delik deşik ettiği günlerin eserek hayallerinin akıp gittiği, esaretin yorgun duvarlarının paramparça olup, benliğinin güzel gün ışığına kavuşmasını kutlayabilen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; insandır."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-897151271717093150?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/897151271717093150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=897151271717093150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/897151271717093150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/897151271717093150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2010/05/yagmurlu-bir-gunde-aklnza-yapacak-ne.html' title=''/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-5669668799511061586</id><published>2010-01-04T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:49:34.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fool yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...yine de mutlu olduğumuza sevindim"&lt;/span&gt; dedi son olarak çocuk. deli çocuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"görmem lazımdı, gördüm. tahmin ettiğim gibi oldu her şey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunun olacağını adım gibi biliyordum ama inkar ediyordum. bir sonraki limanda eski limanı kötüleyecektin, acıyacaktın, küçümseyecektin. kendimi zor tuttum sadece bunu görmek için. bunu yaşamak için... yine, haklı çıktım. ama üzülmedim, yenilendim... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" sürekli farklı duygularımı yazacağıma kesin olanı yazarım geriye dönüp, pişmanlıkla veya acımayla kendimi yalanlamamak, bıraktığım izleri silmemek için... yalnızca anılar kaldı.. değerli anılar. gülümsüyorum düşündükçe. mutlu olmayı ve mutlu olmanı istedim. benimle olamayacağını bilerek... şimdi sadece..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-5669668799511061586?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/5669668799511061586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=5669668799511061586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5669668799511061586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5669668799511061586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-fool-yourself.html' title='don&apos;t fool yourself.'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-7910488685872196275</id><published>2009-12-28T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:49:37.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kısa not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hayatta bazı hatalar yalnızca bir kere yapılabilir. Sonuçları acı verici olsa da farkındalık yaratır.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Observation, Self Correction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-7910488685872196275?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/7910488685872196275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=7910488685872196275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/7910488685872196275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/7910488685872196275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2009/12/ksa-not.html' title='kısa not'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-367762543362369047</id><published>2009-08-15T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:09:45.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu es la ?</title><content type='html'>Pour le bonheur&lt;br /&gt;marche.&lt;br /&gt;Jusqu'a tu es entrain de le trouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et hop soudain, tu es la.&lt;br /&gt;Mais ne comptes pas,&lt;br /&gt;tous les noms et les nombres&lt;br /&gt;comme s'ils étaient,&lt;br /&gt;les chasseurs de l'éternité.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et si tu veux me dire,&lt;br /&gt;''ou est le paradis''&lt;br /&gt;souviens-toi de cette mélodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-on a des beaux jours a vivre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-367762543362369047?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/367762543362369047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=367762543362369047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/367762543362369047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/367762543362369047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-es-la.html' title='Tu es la ?'/><author><name>pornflakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08646194690672783491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJC0ixLH8sY/SoP7QkjlpyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kQgpNJhkg_U/S220/Dorothy-Shoes+-+020In_My_Head_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-9205542747644592218</id><published>2009-03-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:50:54.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sence..</title><content type='html'>acaba bir rüya mı görüyorum.. yoksa bir rüyadan mı uyanıyorum.. burası belirsiz işte.&lt;br /&gt;gerçekten ben mi çabalıyorum. yoksa gerçekten inandığım sadece masallar mı. yoksa inandıgım&lt;br /&gt;inanmak istediğim mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kötü olan hissettiğin mi yoksa hislerin bitmesi mi... gerçek olan duygular mı yoksa salgılar&lt;br /&gt;mı...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;görünen yol, gitmen gereken mi yoksa hayal kırıklıgın mı. sorulan sorular, evrenin sırrı mı&lt;br /&gt;yaşamın bir parçası mı&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanıt aramak için soru işaretlerine ihtiyaç duymalı mıyım.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boğmalı mıyım, boğulmalı mı...&lt;br /&gt;deneme mi... yanılma mı...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olmalı mı.. olmamalı mı...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neden hep aynı düşe kaptırmalı.. yoksa kaptırmamalı mı...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haksızlık mı. yoksa hakettiğim mi.. kelimelerle ifade edilemeyenler mi... kelimelerin bitirdikleri&lt;br /&gt;mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nefes almak mı.. iç geçirmek mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biten mi.. bitirilen mi..&lt;br /&gt;neden bu soruları sormalıyım ki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neden mutluluk benim için bu kadar uzakta...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-9205542747644592218?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/9205542747644592218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=9205542747644592218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/9205542747644592218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/9205542747644592218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2009/03/acaba-bir-ruya-m-goruyorum.html' title='sence..'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-5646521711448661593</id><published>2008-03-29T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:15:37.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Keep the blood on your laid day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;said the face behind the mirror mask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake yourself up !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here they are, my questions to ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;while I m reaching for more air &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to dig them out of the sand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere else to believe,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;we could save our heads&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;high and gracefully sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in this mess of haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please,dont you ever try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to crash the ambulance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Posseder n est rien,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;c est jouir qui fait tout&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for those who get love through.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When i ask myself about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;its hard to fire up the fuse ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just desire or the truth ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First day of spring...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He had never known what to bring.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe a wind to roll the dice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man's purest dream dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;up against your medley eyes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;honestly fell into your sweet little lies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write down all the hearsays!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Down to your walls,where we shared our days.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I still wonder the times when i sang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;''if anything could ever be this good again''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but you have to promise me to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;when i say ;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-''i can be the one who lends you a hand''&lt;br /&gt;even though i know you all pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;now its the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-5646521711448661593?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/5646521711448661593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=5646521711448661593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5646521711448661593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5646521711448661593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2008/03/sound-bites-against-mirror-mask.html' title='--'/><author><name>pornflakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08646194690672783491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJC0ixLH8sY/SoP7QkjlpyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kQgpNJhkg_U/S220/Dorothy-Shoes+-+020In_My_Head_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-2723941049726911551</id><published>2007-12-23T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:17:38.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds sing at night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life and death to order,as it were&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;upon things setting down our lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;seconds in life,radiant and blur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;learn to grin,things may go, pass by.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;loathsome souls nowhere floating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;were its like  seasons passing by&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and if their wings hadnt been cut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;home is where they would depart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;why we all are ought to runaway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and thus we are convicted to sway&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;while last of them are heading into the light&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wonder,can birds sing at night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;''for us and for my hopeless plight.''&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-2723941049726911551?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/2723941049726911551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=2723941049726911551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;death, the sweatest part,&lt;br /&gt;death, do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;death, fall of the wild...&lt;br /&gt;death, in end of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death, like a nasty joke,&lt;br /&gt;death, feel broke.&lt;br /&gt;death, not just a reckless girl...&lt;br /&gt;death, is the inhale of a swirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death, starts with the birth,&lt;br /&gt;death, a never ending growth.&lt;br /&gt;death, comes and goes around...&lt;br /&gt;death, everywhere but not found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death, sister of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;death, a dreadful misery.&lt;br /&gt;death, takes away my pain...&lt;br /&gt;death, gives away my vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-5357362227826079696?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/5357362227826079696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=5357362227826079696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5357362227826079696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/5357362227826079696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2007/12/endless-called-death.html' title='Endless Called Death'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-115653391478059842</id><published>2006-08-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:38:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Missing Sun..</title><content type='html'>That was all i heard from her&lt;br /&gt;Stop torturing me , she yelled&lt;br /&gt;A million years away from her last breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears at the seams , they all fall down&lt;br /&gt;Everyone regrets to call her name&lt;br /&gt;When veins of blood become her desire , but our pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is gone for a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;Neither the white wind , nor the green grass&lt;br /&gt;Time is lost in her soul , life is gone out of her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callous skin, never appeal to any cure&lt;br /&gt;Endless curse , an innate famine&lt;br /&gt;Wolves of grief , bats of blood to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning moon will end it over soon&lt;br /&gt;She , a last action hero , a mission undone&lt;br /&gt;Will try to see her missing sun for the first time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-115653391478059842?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/115653391478059842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=115653391478059842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115653391478059842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115653391478059842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2006/08/her-missing-sun.html' title='Her Missing Sun..'/><author><name>pornflakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08646194690672783491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PJC0ixLH8sY/SoP7QkjlpyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kQgpNJhkg_U/S220/Dorothy-Shoes+-+020In_My_Head_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-115652766489658292</id><published>2006-08-25T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:36:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..and he falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the prelude of the gates of hell, he walk with pride, stonned heart he had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lunged the dragon to his lung, start to shine his sword with stream sound of spell he cast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again and again cuts his foe to pieces, opens a passage to his heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;red blood, cold blood, sense he on his hand, sorrowful scream comes, he died fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*-*-*-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lord of darkness yelled, welcomed him, one time, at his throne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;asked for a revive, but his honour and will he be only on his own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a call that might be, feel he in his iron made soul, oh no, must thinks lord he's a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cried , never and ever to vita without vanity, and starts to go down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*-*-*-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anger be formed at the eyes of hiisi, because of the reject to this second chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come back to terra, destruction, horror, terror, took 100 souls as a fence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;paladin, taste the pain, bigger than the real body, like to taste the hot sunbeam,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only to notice lords hysterical laugh and his clamorous evil dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-115652766489658292?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/115652766489658292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=115652766489658292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652766489658292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652766489658292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-he-falls.html' title='..and he falls'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-115652347818882877</id><published>2006-08-25T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:25:55.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Creation, Life Belongs to Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the Tales From Two&lt;/strong&gt;, One &amp;amp; Only,&lt;br /&gt;one time tale from two different mind...&lt;br /&gt;an inner explosion come back to life...&lt;br /&gt;a cathacalysm will change the angle of sight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-115652347818882877?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/115652347818882877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=115652347818882877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652347818882877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652347818882877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-creation-life-belongs-to.html' title='Our Creation, Life Belongs to Imagination'/><author><name>Quivalen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11813264305135889281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33300551.post-115652421128814517</id><published>2006-08-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T11:09:44.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight's Decision</title><content type='html'>A deep breath from our charming minds&lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect  day for our masterplan&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what we have been through&lt;br /&gt;These are the Tales From Two,it's all for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33300551-115652421128814517?l=talesfromones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/feeds/115652421128814517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33300551&amp;postID=115652421128814517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652421128814517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33300551/posts/default/115652421128814517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromones.blogspot.com/2006/08/tonights-decision.html' title='Tonight&apos;s Decision'/><author><name>pornflakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08646194690672783491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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