<?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-27445047</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:48:19.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild at heart and weird on top</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is not a page that discribes me as person, in a way others would understand, but it is a way to express myself in a way that no one but  me could understands....Get over it!!! I am wild at heart- and weird on top.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8079128472895506027</id><published>2009-05-14T22:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:50:10.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog de Musique</title><content type='html'>Visitez mon tout nouceau Blog dédié uniquement à la musique, paroles, mp3 telechargements sont bien sur disponible , for your pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;http://myfreesongbook.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8079128472895506027?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8079128472895506027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8079128472895506027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8079128472895506027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8079128472895506027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-de-musique.html' title='Blog de Musique'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5086842704017546228</id><published>2009-04-27T10:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:24:42.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't fool me....</title><content type='html'>Il n'ya pas de veritables amis, seulement des conpagnons de parcours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5086842704017546228?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5086842704017546228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5086842704017546228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5086842704017546228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5086842704017546228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-fool-me.html' title='You don&apos;t fool me....'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-181039516748220861</id><published>2009-04-26T07:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:08:27.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammaire anglaise pour les nuls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;English Grammar for the fummies... Est le nom du livre que Je voulais partager ce livre et  que j'ai trouvé très utiles, pour les autodidactes, étant une ancienne elève de la collection" poour les Nuls",  je le fais partager... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.divshare.com/download/7210573-547&gt;Telecharger ici &lt;/a&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/27445047-181039516748220861?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/181039516748220861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=181039516748220861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/181039516748220861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/181039516748220861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/04/grammaire-anglaise-pour-les-nuls.html' title='Grammaire anglaise pour les nuls'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1241767289543542390</id><published>2009-04-14T22:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:56:22.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert annulé de Anathema... L'ironie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Après avoir attendu, le concert a été reporté , puis annulé, le groupe est venu en Tunisie, un bagage perdu , qui s'est avéré être la basse du groupe, un "mail anonyme aux administrations officielles", décrivant le danger que la jeunesse courait à cause de l'influence de l'apparition sur scène de ce groupe " satanique"... Le groupe est rentré a Londres pour  réaliser qu'une de leur guitare , pas n'importe laquelle , une Gibson leur manquait, la réapparition de la guitare , quelque part dans les bois aux alentours de l'accropolium, bref, des  événemlents qui se sont succédés depuis le 04/04/2009, tout ça, parce que nous pensions que nous avions le droit à un bon spectacle, de la bonne musique , et un événement digne de son nom... LA HONTE  qu'on s'est foutu ezza7 ... On ramène un groupe de l'autre bout du monde pour leur faire subir les 7 chatiments, et puis les renvoyer en tournée , en manquant un endroit où l'audience , le show , les conditions semblaient etre favorable pour un concert inoubliable... Le lead chanteur Vincent  a promis au public que Anatmema reviendra en Tunisie sans faute et très prochainement, mais je pense et mon  opinion reste la mienne bien sur qu'ils ne reviendront pas , et pas seulement cela, aucun groupe de ROCK ne s'aventurera dans les parrages, au risque de se payer un clavaire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A vrai dire , lorsque j'ai appris que le concert était reporté pour des raisons "administratives" , je n'étais pas du tout etonnée... Quelques jours plus tad lorsque le concert a été definitivement annulmé, je ne pouvais que me marrer a l'ironie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;L'ironie... A propos, partmis les artistes prévus pour jouer avec Anathema , a la même date était Fabio Lione de Rhapsody, le concert annulé, et le journaliste Mourad Bouzidi de notre chère La presse  publie un article décrivant le grand moment de Rock italienne que Fabio Lione a offert a son jeune public tunisien , et qui a eu lieu a l'accropolium , le 4 Avril 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lapresse.tn/index.php?opt=15&amp;categ=4&amp;news=91791"&gt;lire l'article ici  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Comme quoi, the news, it's not always bad news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1241767289543542390?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1241767289543542390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1241767289543542390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1241767289543542390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1241767289543542390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/04/concert-annule-de-anathema-lironie.html' title='Concert annulé de Anathema... L&apos;ironie'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4209149911277572330</id><published>2009-03-30T20:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:24:44.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anathema in Tunis April 4th, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cela fait tellement longtemps que j'ai attendu ce moment... Ce moment est  à 6 jours près... L'excitation me donne des frissons et presque pas de sommeil... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Anathema in Tunis... L'événement choc pour les fans musique Rock, soft,   doom , de vrai musique et surtout, surtout , comme moi de "real Freaking breath taking show". Le spectacle sera sans doute si bien mérité pour moi qui en suis tellement assoiffée.. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;J'ai tant  attendu , espéré, et j'ai failli presque perdre espoir, que je revivrai ces instants d'extase grâce à la vibration du s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;on dans les fonds de mon coprs et de mon âme. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Je ne peux même pas decrire cet état.. Comme une camée, je me drogue complètement à la musique lorsuq'elle est  assourdissante. Elle pénétre mon âme  pour en faire partie, transperce mon coeur pour l'ecouter pleurer et rira à la fois, elle enivre mon corps et l'anesthésie de la douleur du monde exterieur pour le téléporter dans un paradis irréél aux âmes insensibles qui ne comprennent pas le langage de la musique. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lorsque je suis dans un concert, plus rien n'existe que le son et moi. La voix du chanteur déchire  mon âme, la guitare pleure pour me rendre hereuse, la batterie bat pour mon coeur, le clavier raisonne pour m'ensevelir et la bas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;se me berse comme un rythme que l'on freudonne et que l'on ne connait pas .... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;J'ai quitté des horizons pour me détacher de toutes les origines, j'ai balancé des êtres pour les sacrifier à cette sensation, j'e me suis évaporée dans les nuages pour avoir une nouvelle fois ce goût insatiable encore une fois, juste une autre fois. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Et puis être là, perdu dans une foule vide de gens qui n'existent que pour confirmer qu'il ya encore sur terre des être qui saventécouter... &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Les masques ne sont plus rien devant la grandeur de la musique , parce que celle ci j'a jamais été une image que l'on reflete pour les autres, autant que ça l'est un miroir ou on ne voit que le reflet de soi même . &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Je me suis toujours retrouvée après  avoir cru m'être perdue, lors d'un spectacle, et à mon avis, il n' y a jamais eu de mauvais spectacle, juste une faute de goût.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/SdEpp5AnlDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7Wf4YHv-8ww/s1600-h/affiche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/SdEpp5AnlDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7Wf4YHv-8ww/s400/affiche.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319078434556056626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4209149911277572330?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4209149911277572330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4209149911277572330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4209149911277572330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4209149911277572330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/03/anathema-in-tunis-april-4th-2009.html' title='Anathema in Tunis April 4th, 2009'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/SdEpp5AnlDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/7Wf4YHv-8ww/s72-c/affiche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6576382066124434769</id><published>2009-03-16T20:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:41:30.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found this song because of a Pepsi commercial , that was published online, PINK is a bad ass singer with a bad ass rock N roll voice then I had to download her discography searching for something a tune; that will rock my world as her voice did. I found this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Sober nad somehox I can relate to it. for a past life I used to have ad I can still recall with a fresh smile on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;It's funny ; PINK is a Philly girl too , just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SOBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Or the girl who never wants to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't wanna be that call at 4 o'clock in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cos I'm the only one you know in the world that won't be home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ah the sun is blinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I stayed up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh, I am finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's not the way I want my story to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nothing can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're like protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I feel this good sober?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The quiet scares me 'cause it screams the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Please don't tell me that we had that conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I won't remember, save your breath, 'cos what's the use?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ah, the night is calling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And it whispers to me softly come and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ah, I am falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And If I let myself go I'm the only one to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nothing can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're like perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I feel this good sober?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm coming down, coming down, coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Spinning 'round, spinning 'round, spinning 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Looking for myself - SOBER [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When it's good, then it's good, it's so good till it goes bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Till you're trying to find the you that you once had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I have heard myself cry, never again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Broken down in agony just tryna find a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Up high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nothing can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're like perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I feel this good sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nothing can touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But why do I feel this party's over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're like perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do I feel this good sober?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Will I ever feel this good sober?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Tell me, No no no no no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; How do i feel this good sober?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; [Thanks to Victor David for these lyrics]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href ="http://dobba.m.googlepages.com/02-Sober.mp3"&gt;Get SOBER here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-6576382066124434769?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6576382066124434769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6576382066124434769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6576382066124434769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6576382066124434769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/03/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5476470140865979970</id><published>2009-03-16T19:44:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:27:56.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Subaku No GAARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jQpSxzZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UNP7RczjsXQ/s1600-h/692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jQpSxzZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UNP7RczjsXQ/s400/692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313864116701613458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jQvthGpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SR1SvVe57DQ/s1600-h/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jQvthGpI/AAAAAAAAAnI/SR1SvVe57DQ/s400/76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313864118424378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jP4ZYIHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/e5EEgN80JIw/s1600-h/725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6iZIzbECI/AAAAAAAAAmo/q_Ez-BaQLU8/s400/GAARA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863163087360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6iYx_EedI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ltG8L385Dm4/s1600-h/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6iYx_EedI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ltG8L385Dm4/s400/71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863156962195922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6iYmsrfWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zBPSRmMMz0M/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6iYmsrfWI/AAAAAAAAAmY/zBPSRmMMz0M/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313863153932270946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To them I am simply an object from the past &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they wish will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then why do I exist?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I thought about this &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could find no answer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you live you need a reason &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it's the same as being dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I then came to this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I exist to kill every human besides myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting only for yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living while only loving yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you think that everybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simply exists to allow you to experience that feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is better than that world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there are people in this world &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me to kill and continue to feel that joy of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My existence will not vanish...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My idol: Subaku no Gaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-5476470140865979970?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5476470140865979970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5476470140865979970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5476470140865979970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5476470140865979970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-them-i-am-simply-object-from-past.html' title='Subaku No GAARA'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb6jQpSxzZI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/UNP7RczjsXQ/s72-c/692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6554306943198022314</id><published>2009-03-15T15:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:04:06.812+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le mariage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb0Yh9tC3zI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jQOPjb-2psY/s1600-h/02112008356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb0Yh9tC3zI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jQOPjb-2psY/s400/02112008356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313430107145297714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On l'a signé votre bout de papier alors foutez nous la paix.&lt;br /&gt;Photo du mariage: Le 02 Novembre 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-6554306943198022314?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6554306943198022314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6554306943198022314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6554306943198022314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6554306943198022314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2009/03/le-mariage.html' title='Le mariage'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Sb0Yh9tC3zI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jQOPjb-2psY/s72-c/02112008356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8703506244828815336</id><published>2008-09-10T07:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:29:31.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>yelzem</title><content type='html'>9allek yelzem ennes tekol , yelzem ennes tesquatti, yelzemek ta3mel zaza we yelzemek tsakker fommek, yelzemek tosref kif louzir bech ennes te9oul hawka 3mal, we yelzemek tesba7 meballa3 feddyoune bech ennes te9oul wallahi meskin hawka 3arres we te3mallou... yelzem est desormais un terme sacré ( prochainement ajouté au Coran!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8703506244828815336?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8703506244828815336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8703506244828815336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8703506244828815336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8703506244828815336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/09/yelzem.html' title='yelzem'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7541656822100409670</id><published>2008-08-01T14:06:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:45:29.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans l'attente de vos nouvelles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je peux dire que je ne me souviens plus d'avoir eu autant le tract ( :D ) mais bon , je ne dors presque plus, je suis anxieuse, pleine de soucis à propos de la façon dont les choses vont se passer .....Et puis il y a mon orgueuil qui n'arrête pas de me faire chier. De temps à autres , il y a ce sentiment qui remonte à la surface, j'ai envie de me baggarer avec lui , mais je n'ai même pas le temps ,depuis plus de deux mois. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On cherche une solution , on cherche un exil , mais pour l'instant, les vagues sot trop violentes et instables. Je me sens malmenée( je ne suis pas la seule ; je peux dire que c'est heureusement) j'ai la nausée, le mal de mères et pleine d'espoir désespèré. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bref, que de la merde, mais ça n'empêche pas que je sois heureuse. trop heureuse , mais trop peureuse, merde merde. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimanche est trop loin pour moi, j'ai envie de prendre assez de somnifères pour dormir tout le week end ; mais je voudrais bien rester réveillée pour pouvoir fumer un peu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a damn cigarette..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gotta go , peace !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7541656822100409670?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7541656822100409670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7541656822100409670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7541656822100409670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7541656822100409670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/08/dans-lattente-de-vos-nouvelles.html' title='Dans l&apos;attente de vos nouvelles...'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1391391806798954334</id><published>2008-07-29T15:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:09:51.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>serious shit</title><content type='html'>Good luck darling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1391391806798954334?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1391391806798954334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1391391806798954334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1391391806798954334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1391391806798954334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/07/serious-shit.html' title='serious shit'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1183684517907661348</id><published>2008-07-21T07:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:38:06.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7eppek ena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The thrill of  your adventure, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the taste of your  sweetest kiss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the blank image of your silence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the nothing that we never fear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Behind it there is me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The best place on earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the greatest gift of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The  feeling of your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is something I always forget to ask, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but then the question will ask itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Would you let me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will dry on your cheek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the last tear you will ever shed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And harden on your lips like the eternal statue's smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love everything in you with everything in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1183684517907661348?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1183684517907661348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1183684517907661348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1183684517907661348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1183684517907661348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/07/7eppek-ena.html' title='7eppek ena'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6370424805061627121</id><published>2008-07-21T06:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:23:03.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Janvier- 18 Juillet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;héhé... 6 mois de folie..; entre temps , je suis épanouie. Succès professionnel, succès financier et succès sentimental; une paix familiale que je n'ai pas connue depuis des années( 10 ans ou plus ) .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;U&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;n gars que je vois de temps à autre sur mon chemin de retour après le boulot m'a fait une réplique assez intéressante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il m'a demandé : " Salut ça va ? " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma réponse était assez ordinaire et toute naturelle: " Oui ça va très bien."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il précise un peu plus: " Est ce que tu t'amuses? Es ce que tu sors,tu passes du bon temps ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi toute contente :" oui , je ne peux vraiment pas me plaindre , je m'éclate !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il continue à me poser la même question : " Et le boulot ça va ? " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encore toute naturelle je réponds : " Oui ça va très bien."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et il insiste encore : " Financièrement est ce que ça va? ( Bien sur la il voulait dire oarticulièrement mon salaire.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Et je réponds encore:" oui ça va très bien!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¨Pourquoi etait ce si choquant ? Qu'une personne soit aussi satisfaite de ce qu'elle a dans la vie? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sommes nous aussi habitués a nous entendre nous plaindre que cela devient peu ordinaire de voir une personne " with no complaints???" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C'est vrai que l'etre humain a cette tendence animale qui se rassasiant pense déja a sa prochaine proie, aussi grossière que cette comparaison soit, c'est assez proche de la réalité. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nous nous acquitons de fonds , de provisions d'ornements et de trésors sans jamais cesser nos quêtes pour plus, toujours plus, trouver mieux , encore et encore... La soif est insatiable mais encore une fois , c'est de notre nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cet interlocuteur est allé jusqu'a me répliquer que je n'etais pas " une personne normale... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cela m'a fait rire...." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voyons, pourtan il suffit de se contenter de ce que l'on a , non ce n'est pas vrai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a change I have all I can wish for, and I want nothing more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-6370424805061627121?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6370424805061627121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6370424805061627121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6370424805061627121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my face , as long as I breathe drink and eat , I am still holding on to the little thread called hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still loved and thought of , so fuck it ..I aml out . gotta go...Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2027789338605547746?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2027789338605547746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2027789338605547746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2027789338605547746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2027789338605547746'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3707865290098032592</id><published>2008-03-22T21:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T21:40:13.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tais-toi Moi !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Depuis quelques temps je sens que je change , je ne le fais pas expres , je suis plus egoiste, gourmande et jalouse,je ne fais plus d'effort pour personne , tout ce qui compte c'est moi , non pas moi seule, moi... et lui..Chaque seconde qui passe est une opportunite a saisirpour la partager avec mon bien aime, je ne donne plus d'importance a aucun passe temps parce que tout le temps que j'ai je veux le partager avec lui...Je sens que les jours sont si courts ,entre mon travail, ma famillle et lui , je n'ai jamais assez de temps pour les autres, alors le peu de temps qui me reste de libre , je veux etre avec lui!  je ne sais pas si c'est l'effet de mes sentiments instables vis a vis de ... instable , dans le sens ou ils changent tous les jours de taille, ils grandissent , ils s'intensifient et me terrifient surtout a la vitesse les choses sont entrain d'evoluer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Je sais que je me suis faite le serment de ne plus tomber dans le meme piege des relations qui sont intenses des le depart , get hooked up like a drug addict of a person I can barely stand being apart from, pourtant , je vis exactement cela, malgre tout le bonheur et l'extase,d'etre dans les bras de l'être tant idolâtré , malgré la complicité, je ne peux m'empecher d'halluciner, imaginer le pire .C'est surtout lorsque je ne connecte pas, je ne peux rien voir , rien entendre , du coeur ou de l'âme , des lèvres ou des yeux que je me dis que quelque chose ne vas pas bien  que c'est trop beau pour être vrai , ou trop parfait pour durer .. J'ai toujours peur, j'imagine la fin alors que nous venons tout juste d'entamer le début, j'aime pas cette inquiétude qui me rend parano, mon impatience n'est pas ma meilleure aide il faut l'avouer.... On dit que l'esprit d'un adulte n'est creatif autant que celui d'une enfant,que pour les imaginer le pire , je peux confirmer cela, depuis quelques temps je ne trouve rien a dire , j'ai toujours eu du mal a m'exprimer , mais la je suis complètement maladroite.. alors ya des jours ou je gache completement le petit paradis dans lequel je vis en disant une connerie. Mais d'u autre cote , moi au moins meme les conneries je les dis , je fais tout sortir, je dis tout ce que je pense et la plupart de ce que je ressens , et TOUT le monde, je dis bien tout le monde me dit, faut pas tout dire, faut pas tout devoiler, car tout ce que tu diras sera retenu contre toi, pfffffff... foutaise !mais ceux qui ne disent rien ? ont ils plus de chance de salut? Le droit de dire et de garder, de choisir quoi partager...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiens je devrais me taire de temps a autre comme tous me le conseillent, sauf mon coeur ! &lt;/span&gt;&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/27445047-3707865290098032592?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3707865290098032592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3707865290098032592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3707865290098032592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3707865290098032592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/03/tais-toi-moi.html' title='tais-toi Moi !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4417386702043616077</id><published>2008-02-29T23:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:08:45.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Re !</title><content type='html'>pfff ...&lt;br /&gt;sans commentaire wallah ...&lt;br /&gt;A chaque fois que quelqu'un prétend , crie haut et fort qu'il est différent, exceptionnel, qu'il n'est pas comme les autres et qu'il ferait tout pour ne pas être conforme à la norme , finit toujours par être encore pire ! Merde ! C'est quoi ce truc , une autre personne que j'ai rencontré, avec qui j'ai partagé des moments inoubliables, incomparables et qui , malgré les circonstances gardait tout ce qui le distingait des autres, tout ce qui accentuait son individualité ...Aujourd'hui , après quelques mois de la disparition de cette personne, je comprends enfin , la distance , la faille , je rôde dans les lieux de cet homme et je trouve ...&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;Je trouve que non seulement cette personne n'était pas exceptionnelle, pas fameuse mais en plus , elle etait encore plus rabaissante que les espèces inférieures ! Merde , ca fait pas mal ca deçoit , ca équeure et ça démoralise , ca déprime et ca donne envie de tirer sur toutes ces fausses personnes qui ont dû un jour faire partie de ma vie , même si ils ne le font plus ou qu'ils sont déjà morts pffff !&lt;br /&gt;A333 ! ...Ca n'a pas de sens ,C'est du grand n'importe quoi !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Koradanee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4417386702043616077?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4417386702043616077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4417386702043616077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4417386702043616077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4417386702043616077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/02/re.html' title='Re !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2338465683763432386</id><published>2008-02-29T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:04:43.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>du copier coller !!!! Encore !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still feels like our first night together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Feels like the first kiss, its gettin better baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No one can better this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Still holdin on, youre still the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First time our eyes met, same feelin I get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Only feels much stronger, wanna love ya longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You still turn the fire on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So if youre feelin lonely dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youre the only one I ever want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I only wanna make it good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So if I love ya a little more than I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please forgive me, I know not what I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...i cant stop lovin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2338465683763432386?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2338465683763432386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2338465683763432386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2338465683763432386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2338465683763432386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/02/du-copier-coller-encore.html' title='du copier coller !!!! Encore !!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3799122189219008481</id><published>2008-02-25T22:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:14:58.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask why !</title><content type='html'>Il n y a rien dans ce monde et dans les autres que je n'ai pas envie de faire avec toi,&lt;br /&gt;chaque bouchée ne me rassasie que si elle est partagée avec toi,&lt;br /&gt;chaque gorgée apaise ma soif seulement quand tu la partage avec moi.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque seconde qui passe est un fardeau quand je ne te vois pas&lt;br /&gt;et un véritable paradis quand je suis tes pas,&lt;br /&gt;Un bref contact physique et je suis plus qu'en sécurité,&lt;br /&gt;Un sourire, et je suis comblée&lt;br /&gt;Merci d'être tu ce qui fait le " Toi", tout simplement !&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la et c'est tout ce qui compte vraiment !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le reste, I am better off shutting my mouth! It's that about that time !   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3799122189219008481?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3799122189219008481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3799122189219008481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3799122189219008481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3799122189219008481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-ask-why.html' title='Don&apos;t ask why !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2602155858052914250</id><published>2008-02-24T18:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:50:03.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent reflexions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;aughing &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ut &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;oud… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Always the same shit , just a different day… I am always as transparent and straight , but it seems that there is always a problem being me… This world is based on masks, split personalities , and so on! When are we going to find a place on earth or other where we can be who we are without having to worry about how others might react.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;This is just another time where I forgot to keep the lessons in my mind that I learned at every try and every fall, another adventure, the winds are blowing strong , or so I thought , and the sailing boat is obeying to the enraged waves… The same wind blowing fed a fire and set it up even bigger, a blizzard never gives enough time to think what is more reasonable to do, so we just walk in the same direction so we don’t fall from the boat … I need to find out what to do to direct my ship, before I get lost in the ocean! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Another experience, another true story , someone else’s pain has already been part of my past.. No one in this trip called life could imagine what I might’ve endured. So I just don’t say a word. When others are sharing their pain, I just listen ad don’t say a thing,, regardless of how much I do understand, they wouldn’t figure it out! So I stay low and leave them be…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I cried a while for this woman’s pain, she doesn’t even imagine how much I know. Every suffering person thinks that the sorrow filling their heart is indescribable, and the most horrible feeling ever….Every one thinks by selfishness, that they are going through the hardest time ever , that no one can understand and that they are the most pitiful. No one knows for sure what others could have encountered in their own path, and even though they might talk about it , words are never sufficient to say it all! In this case , and therefore , I have taken the bad or good habit to never say a word of &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my own pain when someone is sharing theirs, I just say like everyone else that I just know, I understand , but they will never think that Oh I have been , and so many times before, through the same thing or worse ! what I might have or &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haven’t yet &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;known of sorrow and suffer, is hidden deep inside, down the line I am just as hypocrite as those that I do despise ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2602155858052914250?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2602155858052914250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2602155858052914250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2602155858052914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2602155858052914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/02/silent-reflexions.html' title='Silent reflexions'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7531802942310310656</id><published>2008-01-27T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T19:16:42.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Where were you when I was burned and broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; While the days slipped by from my window watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Because the things you say and the things you do surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Dying to believe in what you heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I was staring straight into the shining sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Lost in thought and lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Outside the rain fell dark and slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I knew the moment had arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; For killing the past and coming back to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I took a heavenly ride through our silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I knew the waiting had begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And I headed straight..into the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you for bringing me back to life !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7531802942310310656?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7531802942310310656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7531802942310310656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7531802942310310656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7531802942310310656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-back-to-life.html' title='Coming back to life'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3716259173241636875</id><published>2008-01-21T09:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T09:17:24.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A toi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;La Mort des Pauvres&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C'est la Mort qui console, hélas! et qui fait vivre;&lt;br /&gt;C'est le but de la vie — et c'est le seul espoir&lt;br /&gt;Qui, comme un élixir, nous monte et nous enivre,&lt;br /&gt;Et nous donne le coeur de marcher jusqu'au soir;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A travers la tempête, et la neige, et le givre,&lt;br /&gt;C'est la clarté vibrante à notre horizon noir&lt;br /&gt;C'est l'auberge fameuse inscrite sur le livre,&lt;br /&gt;Où l'on pourra manger, et dormir, et s'asseoir;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C'est un Ange qui tient dans ses doigts magnétiques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sommeil et le don des rêves extatiques,&lt;br /&gt;Et qui refait le lit des gens pauvres et nus;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;C'est la gloire des Dieux, c'est le grenier mystique,&lt;br /&gt;C'est la bourse du pauvre et sa patrie antique,&lt;br /&gt;C'est le portique ouvert sur les Cieux inconnus!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaudelaire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3716259173241636875?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3716259173241636875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3716259173241636875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3716259173241636875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3716259173241636875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/toi.html' title='A toi.'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1853002599615874109</id><published>2008-01-20T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:27:25.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J'ai pas l'habitude de poster des trucs pareils sur mon blog , mais considering the cirumstances, je me permets, c'est mon blog,de toute facon j'en fais ce que je veux, meme du pecu,alors !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she walks away from you mad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Follow her  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she stare's at your mouth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she pushes you or hit's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab her and dont let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she start's cussing at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kiss her and tell her you love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she's quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ask her whats wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she ignore's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Give her your attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she pull's away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pull her back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell her she's beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold her and dont say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you see her walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak up and hug her waist from behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she's scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Protect her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she lay's her head on your shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tilt her head up and kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she steal's your favorite hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she tease's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she doesnt answer for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; reassure her that everything is okay  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she look's at you with doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Back yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she say's that she like's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she really does more than you could understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she grab's at your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hold her's and play with her fingers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she bump's into you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bump into her back and make her laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she tell's you a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; keep it safe and untold  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont look away until she does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she misses you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she's hurting inside  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you break her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the pain never really goes away  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she says its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  she still wants you to be hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe it, talk with her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Treat her like she's all that matters to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Stay up all night with her when she's sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Give her the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Let her wear your clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Let her know she's important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking babe?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/27445047-1853002599615874109?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1853002599615874109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1853002599615874109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1853002599615874109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1853002599615874109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/piece-of-advice.html' title='A piece of advice'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3255714305651039720</id><published>2008-01-20T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T17:06:28.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chastain : Angel falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/3543676-ff3"&gt;Angel falls here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Little miss divine, she's on theroad to ruin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Searching for a love to clear her clouded mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Through the smoke she dreamed there was no disillusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;On the beaten path she found an uphill climb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So she spread her wings for a lover to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But she came up empty handed and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hell's a heaven that never calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dancing with danger angel falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Kneeling at the altar praying for salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Longing for the answer but there was no sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the eyes of lust she sacrificed redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Secular emotions bled her dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So she sold her soul for a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;She the highway to a burning city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hell's a heaven that never calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dancing with danger angel falls       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Angel falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;No tragedy is too unjust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Deceit is blind in spoken trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The liar waits to pull you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And so you go through hell again..and again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So say your prayers for life to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;There's not much time before you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;It's getting deeper in the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And flesh won't help to ease you pain...when it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sympathy is nothingness inside a sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Given without warning, it's time to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mercy's not familiar with the plague of ages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Lost within a vengeance, she took to flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;And she spread her wings for a lover to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But they came up empty handed and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hell's a heaven that never calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dancing with danger angel falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Angel falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When you play with fire, be prepared to burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You know you'll never, ever learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Angel falls&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3255714305651039720?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3255714305651039720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3255714305651039720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3255714305651039720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3255714305651039720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/chastain-angel-falls.html' title='Chastain : Angel falls'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6069774126057659268</id><published>2008-01-20T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:30:19.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't understand a thing of what is going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to say some things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;but my words just don't have a sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am speechless, breathless and hopeless still , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Besides, there is so much to tell, not enough time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;not enough words , not enough space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;what the hell is this irony , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's torturing me , it's killing me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;What did I do ? What can I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This hell needs to stop, when would it be time for us to live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This wonderbox is so fragile, I am clumsy and afraid to let it fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;see it shadder in a million pieces like I saw my heart some time ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know if I can go for one more trip, I am tired of running to dead ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hit a wall and fall apart , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I remember Crooks an his famous, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;" you can be the badest mother fucker ever,there is still one thing that could crush you ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-6069774126057659268?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6069774126057659268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6069774126057659268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6069774126057659268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6069774126057659268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/ironic.html' title='ironic'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2014824466723282218</id><published>2008-01-10T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:29:07.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>free to decide " Cranberries "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Free To Decide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's not worth anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; More than this at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll live as I choose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Or I will not live at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So return to where you come from, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Return to where you dwell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Because harassment's not my forte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you do it very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I'm not so suicidal after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I'm not so suicidal after all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At all, at all, at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You must have nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; More with your time to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; There's a war in Russia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And Sarajevo too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So to hell with what you're thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And to hell with your narrow mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're so distracted from the real thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You should leave your life behind, behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I'm not so suicidal after all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I'm not so suicidal after all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At all, at all, at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I'm not so suicidal after all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At all, at all, at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2014824466723282218?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2014824466723282218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2014824466723282218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2014824466723282218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2014824466723282218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/free-to-decide-cranberries.html' title='free to decide &quot; Cranberries &quot;'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-9067702837085643586</id><published>2008-01-09T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:57:17.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R4QIvWOOpmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MlZ4PsqiXMo/s1600-h/yingyang.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R4QIvWOOpmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MlZ4PsqiXMo/s400/yingyang.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153253483130824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;There is nothing I want more !&lt;br /&gt;It's  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My  favourite  sin !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait some more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;for My delicious greed !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Let's Stop talking please !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Feel free to enjoy &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you dare.... to share &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sefishly  savour every single moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And jealousely protect the secret !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Keep it for yourself &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will need it in a few years ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later, see you then !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I am here so dry your tears  , &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are safe so go on again ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt this way before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I am sure&lt;br /&gt;you feel it even more ! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for what you do ,&lt;br /&gt; and even for what you don't say ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew words didn't mean shit !!! hehe Silence is so much better !&lt;br /&gt;Read and Shut up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R4QMtmOOpnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/2MEw6oRa8aQ/s1600-h/yin_an2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R4QMtmOOpnI/AAAAAAAAAa4/2MEw6oRa8aQ/s400/yin_an2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153257851112564338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-9067702837085643586?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/9067702837085643586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=9067702837085643586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9067702837085643586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9067702837085643586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/complete.html' title='Complete !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R4QIvWOOpmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MlZ4PsqiXMo/s72-c/yingyang.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-470493954119911841</id><published>2008-01-05T02:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T02:37:49.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Temporary Peace..I know I already put this black on white , but I can never say it enough , sweetheart , this song is for you , for us ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep inside the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring out upon the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The waves washing over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Half forgotten memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Deep within the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughter floats upon the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rising and falling dying down within me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I swear I never knew how it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And all this time all I had inside was what I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I swear I never knew how it could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the waves washing over all that hurts inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond this beautiful horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lies a dream for you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's a storm closing in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Voices crying on the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This serenade is growing colder breaks my soul that tries to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's so many, many thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I try to go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a drift in and out&lt;/span&gt;&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/27445047-470493954119911841?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/470493954119911841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=470493954119911841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/470493954119911841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/470493954119911841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/temporary-peace.html' title='Temporary Peace'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4976844885512008170</id><published>2008-01-05T01:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:49:44.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite radio</title><content type='html'>http://gmppodcast.com/stream/wmmr/&lt;br /&gt;Awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;Now this is what I call music , shut up and listen !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4976844885512008170?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4976844885512008170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4976844885512008170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4976844885512008170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4976844885512008170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-favourite-radio.html' title='My favourite radio'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-518052381704800192</id><published>2008-01-02T20:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:39:13.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The issue and the fracture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a sweet surprise my sweet sweet angel , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't help but smiling to the absolute nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your voice is my favourite song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your laughter my greatest gift , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can drawn in your deep dark eyes , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And die on your lips like a fronzen tear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to die in your embrace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We both have bo doubts about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to live at your pace , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like we don't already do :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want you to know that I believe we will do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe that you do too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You said you wanted me to try believe we may not ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I can't , and neither can you , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But for you I can pretend , not being me , not seeing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at my thoughts , read my dreams , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But please don't say a word and I won't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You already wear the mask ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see the one I have on my face ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great, we are half way through, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's ok I can play the game with you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is my gift to you for that is my battle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You sin is my pride and your good deed is my  honor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The awkward situation we are in is funny , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nevertheless we are not really laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not like we used to at least ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are saving our breath for later , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah I said our breath , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Two bodies in one soul . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you ever ever ever forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That since you there is no you , there is no me , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is us and that is only eternally ,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;our time is the dream life . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream boy, dream girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But our issue, the mistake ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;permanent  life you brought out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of temporary death you crossed , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The footprints we leave behind  don't always fade away . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You found the fracture, that's a way out  . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was right for you to decide , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and It was right for me to keep quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never said it outloud and I never wrote it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The L thing has become such an ordinary word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That ordinary people use for their daily emotions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never say it , but you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need more than just a word to bring out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What my most profound feeling is to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Words are useless ,so powerless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;they themselves kneel down and pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To what I have have deep inside and&lt;br /&gt;What we share is as sacred as a religion , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; so just take a look into the bottom of my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is nothing but what we only feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listen to the silence that says it all ! &lt;/span&gt;&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/27445047-518052381704800192?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/518052381704800192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=518052381704800192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/518052381704800192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/518052381704800192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/issue-and-fracture.html' title='The issue and the fracture'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-307177546768936582</id><published>2008-01-02T06:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:23:38.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I now allow myself to : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Find Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Realise professionnal success &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Climb the mountain of Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Live true Friendship &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Drawn in Tenderness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Obtain financial Achievement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It is done , so be it ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-307177546768936582?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/307177546768936582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=307177546768936582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/307177546768936582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/307177546768936582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-2008.html' title='Hello 2008'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-9146067884690496621</id><published>2007-12-31T20:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:19:50.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;....To the ones I love and to my beloved one&lt;br /&gt;May this new year bring you joy and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;success , peace, prosperity, serenity and fullfillment,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will share those unforgettable times with you again&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can help whenever it is needed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I see you achieve what you always dreamt of&lt;br /&gt;and celebrate with you your biggest glories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To the ones I hate ,&lt;br /&gt;may this new year bring you everything dirty you have ever to done to me&lt;br /&gt;I never hate anyone unless they did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Ashes to ashes , dust to dust!&lt;br /&gt;You may suffer more than you can trust&lt;br /&gt;and I may enjoy it more than you can believe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To me,I am safe and all is well ...&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain so may this new year brings me more achievement&lt;br /&gt;and not take anything away from me ,&lt;br /&gt;Because I am gratefull for all I have ,&lt;br /&gt;All I have been through , good or bad ,&lt;br /&gt;Evertyhing I achieved ,&lt;br /&gt;Every mishappening was meaningfull,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime it brought me something better,&lt;br /&gt;So I am gratefull for what I lived ,&lt;br /&gt;what I have known and what I ignored&lt;br /&gt;I am gratefull for all the people that left&lt;br /&gt;Verily there was a very good reason for their departure&lt;br /&gt;And now that I see what I have&lt;br /&gt;I know it was right that I lose them from my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...To my dearest mama , and the greatest mama on earth,&lt;br /&gt;May this new year treats you softer than the past years ,&lt;br /&gt;may your good health last and may your serenity stay as long as you do,&lt;br /&gt;May the days and the weeks caress your face with the most beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;And dry your tears and sooth up your moods ,&lt;br /&gt;My your eyes glow at all times with confidence and faith ,&lt;br /&gt;May your heart be filled with love from your children,&lt;br /&gt;May you live longer and happier than ever, &lt;br /&gt;you mean the world to me&lt;br /&gt;The world don't mean a thing without you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-9146067884690496621?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/9146067884690496621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=9146067884690496621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9146067884690496621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9146067884690496621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to.html' title='Ode to...'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-686193810317279907</id><published>2007-12-30T20:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:21:33.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAM CAR:Ford Mustang Giugiaro Concept !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I always loved the Mustang , there is some I don't know what, that attracts me to her, driving her is almost like an undescribable orgasm...regardless of the model, the year , the color, the interior , a Mustang is always THE MUSTANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f8qWOOplI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BdQ1nqJEWCM/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f8qWOOplI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BdQ1nqJEWCM/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149862503371417170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f74mOOpkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FEu7XK-wRbk/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f74mOOpkI/AAAAAAAAAaI/FEu7XK-wRbk/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149861648672925250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f7SmOOpjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/E2dzGqSRQjM/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f7SmOOpjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/E2dzGqSRQjM/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149860995837896242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f6L2OOpiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3t0u2N9Nt-c/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f6L2OOpiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/3t0u2N9Nt-c/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149859780362151458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f5lWOOphI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Qy71_8YIrWM/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f5lWOOphI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Qy71_8YIrWM/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149859118937187858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f1LWOOpgI/AAAAAAAAAZo/aYQ0Oh1das4/s1600-h/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fr9GOOpQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TXU3doW6awE/s400/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-widescreen-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149844133796291842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The 2005 Ford Mustang captured the hearts and minds of millions of fans and future owners when the all-new model debuted. But the proportions and design of Ford’s first purpose-built muscle car in 30-plus years caught the eyes and sparked the imaginations of a pair of the world’s leading coachbuilders in Italy as well. “When we saw the new Mustang, we knew two things: It was the best we’d seen since the original, and we had to get our hands on one,” said Fabrizio Giugiaro, styling director of Italdesign – Giugiaro S.P.A. “We still believe it’s important to show the automotive world pure exercises in style that interpret key models reflecting the history and image of important brands.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;So in early 2005, Giugiaro pitched J Mays, Ford Motor Company’s group vice president, Design and chief creative officer, on his idea to do an Italian job on the beloved Mustang. The result: Mustang by Giugiaro – a one-of-a-kind concept powered by Ford Racing technologies, marking the Italian coachbuilder’s first reveal at the inaugural November Los Angeles Auto Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;“It seemed only fitting,” said Mays. “This design study reinforces the global appeal of Mustang, yet it’s right at home in L.A. – America’s most enthusiastic performance and muscle car market. Plus, design icon Giorgetto Giugairo’s offer to work his magic on Mustang alongside his son underscores the timelessness allure of Ford’s most iconic car.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Design aficionados will remember that the senior Giugiaro – who last year celebrated his 50 th anniversary in the business by designing a custom-made Ferrari, the GG50 – created the 1965 Bertone Mustang. The car, which was unmistakably Italian in its interpretation, became the first European-styled car to make its international debut in America following the end of World WarII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The senior Giugiaro’s portfolio includes concept and production designs for nearly every automaker in the world – from Fiat, Alfa Romeo and Volkswagen to Mazda, Lotus and Bugatti. Since joining ItalDesign, the family firm, in 1990, Fabrizio Giugiaro has helped deliver key global designs as well, but American automotive icons have long captured his attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;He designed the Chevrolet Corvette Moray, unveiled in early 2003, and was eager to expand the collection of Giugiaro-interpreted American metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Fabrizio Giugiaro led the 2-D design process on the Mustang by Giugiaro concept, allowing him to deliver a complete exterior model from the family’s Turin, Italy, studios in just four months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Visually, the Mustang by Giugiaro appears more compact than the production car, thanks to a reduction of the rear overhang and a signature Giugiaro “trick” of tapering the angles on the car to the limit of its mechanical outlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Still, the Italian version of America’s most popular muscle car hasn’t lost any of its swagger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The vibrant orange concept is wider than the production version. The Giugiaros added 30 millimeters to the front, gradually expanding the width by a full 80 millimeters toward the rear, which is typical in Italian design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;With its longer hood and the trunk barely visible, the car looks more of a fastback in side view. But details throughout reinforce the freedom and rebellion synonymous with Mustang. Fabrizio Giugiaro’s favorites include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- The interior – featuring a dramatic instrument panel that sweeps the width of the car; circular gauges that project from behind the steering wheel; dark brown horsehide-covered headrests with horse logo accents; and seat cushions and backrests elaborately upholstered in dark brown mottled horse hides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- The single curved glass panel that bridges the windshield and rear window, serving as the concept’s roof. Produced by Solutia of Detroit, the panel is made from a special type of crystal that filters out 100 percent of UVA rays while providing unfettered vista views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- Its dramatic doors, which are hinged at the base of the upright A-pillar and open vertically at the touch of a button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- Bespoke taillights, which are three separate elements as found on the 1964 Mustang – but reinterpreted into a more dramatic arrow shape that links to the louver panels that replace the rear side windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- The visible curl that sweeps into the crest of the concept’s carbon fiber fenders, hinting at tail fins that defined American cars of the ‘50s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;- The sporting-but-elegant unique 20-inch rims, fitted with 275/40 tires on the front and larger 315/35 tires on the rear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;As its wheels and tires suggest, the Mustang by Giugiaro is more than just a tribute to Mustang design. It also is an exclamation of the car’s heritage of performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The concept features a powertrain and chassis enhanced in conjunction with Ford Racing – which is responsible for Ford Motor Company motorsports development and operations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Ford Racing’s efforts include the development and sale of a race-prepared version of the Mustang, called the FR500C, for the Grand-Am KONI Challenge Series. In its first season alone, the FR500C scored five wins in the 2005 GS Class, including the manufacturers’ championship, in which Mustang bested other production-based sports cars, including the BMW M3 and Porsche 911.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;This Mustang, a turn-key race car sold to privateers, provided the inspiration for the Mustang by Giugiaro concept’s performance and handling attributes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Ford Racing improved on the already-robust 300 horsepower all-aluminum 4.6-liter 3-valve V-8 engine in the production Mustang GT by adding an intercooled twin-screw supercharger for the new concept. Additional improvements include fuel injectors from the Ford GT and a unique engine calibration. Engine air intake is increased with a larger 95 mm mass air meter and a conical air filter. Exhaust performance is enhanced with new Ford Racing mufflers and an X-pipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;The powertrain upgrades deliver an estimated 500 horsepower, complete with a boost level of 11 psi from the Ford Racing supercharger. A high-efficiency Ford Racing aluminum radiator provides increased cooling capability to accompany the extra 200 horsepower provided under hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Under the car, the FR500C-inspired chassis tuning is accomplished with a tailored Ford Racing Handling Pack. This package, available through Ford Racing for the Mustang GT, adds new Dynamic-tuned dampers, lowering springs and anti-sway bars. The changes give the car a lower stance while sharpening handling response. The car rides approximately 1.5 inches lower than the production Mustang GT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;“The Mustang by Giugiaro drives as good as it looks,” said Fabrizio Giugiaro. “After taking it to the limits on streets outside of Turin, I can honestly say this car was well worth the 30,000 hours of blood, sweat and tears that we invested to create a modern performance classic.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Source: Ford&lt;/span&gt;&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/27445047-686193810317279907?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/686193810317279907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=686193810317279907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/686193810317279907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/686193810317279907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/dream-carford-mustang-giugiaro-concept.html' title='DREAM CAR:Ford Mustang Giugiaro Concept !!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3f8qWOOplI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/BdQ1nqJEWCM/s72-c/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8145878777331154795</id><published>2007-12-30T19:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:00:07.858+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fqgWOOpOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iRLTSkfcam8/s1600-h/comcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fqgWOOpOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iRLTSkfcam8/s400/comcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149842540363424994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fqRmOOpNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/M2saVE0i-7c/s1600-h/amtrak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fqRmOOpNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/M2saVE0i-7c/s400/amtrak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149842286960354514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8145878777331154795?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8145878777331154795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8145878777331154795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8145878777331154795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8145878777331154795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/philadelphia.html' title='Philadelphia'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3fqgWOOpOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/iRLTSkfcam8/s72-c/comcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7763605960968091533</id><published>2007-12-29T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T21:34:52.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Annonce Urgente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vendre :Basse marque :SUNRISE ;5 cordes en très bon état :200 DT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merci de me contacter par email ou me de laisser un comment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:dobba.dobba@gmail.com"&gt;dobba.dobba@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7763605960968091533?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7763605960968091533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7763605960968091533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7763605960968091533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7763605960968091533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/annonce-urgente.html' title='Annonce Urgente'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6088587367126379155</id><published>2007-12-25T22:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:41:50.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pffffff...I am tired, leave me alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3F3UmOOpLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cRPMoWz_ooo/s1600-h/knuttz_ueba_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;What goes aroud comes around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shame ???&lt;br /&gt;It's dark,&lt;br /&gt;it's deep,&lt;br /&gt; it will get YOU !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Way to go,&lt;br /&gt; so Please enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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/27445047-8891585807716391141?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8891585807716391141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8891585807716391141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8891585807716391141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8891585807716391141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/cadeau-2.html' title='Cadeau (2)'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7010374149018085512</id><published>2007-12-24T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T22:34:33.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NARNIA : The Witch and The Lion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3Akl2OOpKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-AvddnOvEEM/s1600-h/folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3Akl2OOpKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-AvddnOvEEM/s400/folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147654606713431202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href ="http://www.divshare.com/download/3221538-2e4"&gt; Liten here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle is coming&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;br /&gt;Prepared with my golden sword&lt;br /&gt;And my body is strong&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the lion&lt;br /&gt;Judgement will come&lt;br /&gt;Holy fire is burning and I'm ready to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave men are joining the army&lt;br /&gt;They will fight for the truth&lt;br /&gt;They carry the spirit of the brave&lt;br /&gt;They will never surrender - No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch &amp;amp; the lion&lt;br /&gt;The battle between good &amp;amp; evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the demons around me&lt;br /&gt;They're dancing so wild&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hypnotize me&lt;br /&gt;I see the lies in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;They know the battle is lost&lt;br /&gt;Aslanis broken the spell&lt;br /&gt;They can't face the truth&lt;br /&gt;They will all go to hell (burn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch &amp;amp; the lion&lt;br /&gt;The battle between good &amp;amp; evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the stonetable is broken&lt;br /&gt;The battle is won&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&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/27445047-7010374149018085512?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7010374149018085512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7010374149018085512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7010374149018085512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7010374149018085512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/narnia-witch-and-lion.html' title='NARNIA : The Witch and The Lion'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R3Akl2OOpKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-AvddnOvEEM/s72-c/folder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2732485459484964334</id><published>2007-12-24T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:29:17.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cadeau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;je meurs de sommeil , comme tous les lundis au bureau, vivement les fêtes, le seul truc que le père Noël puisse m'apporter en ce moment , c'est le calme absolu dans mon bureau.Comme tous les clients ou presque fetent ,"Christmas" ils y a presque personne aui rentre dans mon bureau,à part les workoholic , comme moi.... Merci Santa :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PS , je me demande à quoi ressemble South St ce soir :) Makos must be packed , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Crooks , this is for you and Heather , Happy holidays , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;have a black tooth for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salute!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2732485459484964334?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2732485459484964334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2732485459484964334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2732485459484964334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2732485459484964334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/cadeau.html' title='cadeau'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5186167893288831246</id><published>2007-12-23T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:32:47.594+01:00</updated><title type='text'>COHEED AND CAMBRIA : Creepy awesome voice !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R264RWOOpII/AAAAAAAAAWk/mPnFJ-blGYY/s1600-h/200px-Coheed_and_Cambria_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R264RWOOpII/AAAAAAAAAWk/mPnFJ-blGYY/s400/200px-Coheed_and_Cambria_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147254032293602434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2631GOOpHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OzSsDg7SRO0/s1600-h/c+and+c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2631GOOpHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OzSsDg7SRO0/s400/c+and+c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147253546962297970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/3220725-707"&gt; download:The willing well  IV: The Final Cut &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;In the final curtain call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;You left me here with the coldest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;of feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Weight, kind, depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Will they ever measure up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;To the way you left me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here by the roadside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The bloodiest cadaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Marked in your words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm the joke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm the bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Here wait, so I guess that you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;That you're a selfish little whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'm the selfish little whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is no beginning, yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is the final cut, open up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is no beginning, yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This is the final cut, I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R265QmOOpJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5SKtMFsWNEQ/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R265QmOOpJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/5SKtMFsWNEQ/s400/pic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147255118920328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/2532420-5f0"&gt; Download: Welcome Home &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; You could've been all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't honest&lt;br /&gt;Now get in the ground&lt;br /&gt;You choked off the surest of favors&lt;br /&gt;But if you really loved me&lt;br /&gt;You would've endured my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you're just as I presumed&lt;br /&gt;A whore in sheep's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Fucking up all I do&lt;br /&gt;And if so here we stop&lt;br /&gt;Then never again&lt;br /&gt;Will you see this in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to the glory at my right hand&lt;br /&gt;Here laid to rest is our love ever longed&lt;br /&gt;With truth on the shores of compassion&lt;br /&gt;You seem to take premise to all of these songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stormed off to scar the armada&lt;br /&gt;Like Jesus played letter,&lt;br /&gt;I'll drill through your hands&lt;br /&gt;The stone for the curse you have blamed me&lt;br /&gt;With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep&lt;br /&gt;But if you could just write me out&lt;br /&gt;To neverless wonder... happy will I become&lt;br /&gt;Be true that this is no option,&lt;br /&gt;So with sin I condemn you&lt;br /&gt;Demon play, demon out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on to the glory at my right hand&lt;br /&gt;Here laid to rest is our love ever longed&lt;br /&gt;With truth on the shores of compassion&lt;br /&gt;You seem to take premise to all of these songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss for you&lt;br /&gt;One more wish to you&lt;br /&gt;Please make up your mind girl...&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss for you&lt;br /&gt;One more wish to you&lt;br /&gt;Please make up your mind girl...&lt;br /&gt;Before I hope you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J'ai du mal a croire que c'est un mec qui chante ... pfff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5186167893288831246?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5186167893288831246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5186167893288831246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5186167893288831246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5186167893288831246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/coheed-and-cambria-creepy-awesome-voice.html' title='COHEED AND CAMBRIA : Creepy awesome voice !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R264RWOOpII/AAAAAAAAAWk/mPnFJ-blGYY/s72-c/200px-Coheed_and_Cambria_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5744520060540543054</id><published>2007-12-23T18:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:51:43.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>exausted !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;WA3333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;so fucking tired , knee is  hurting ,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to Lestat's skateboard&lt;br /&gt;still want a pair of rollerblades :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;but I am waiting ...&lt;br /&gt;3 years???5 years . waiting ,&lt;br /&gt; but I don't want to ba wasting my time,&lt;br /&gt;got a whole lot of things to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;it will be perfect timing after all ,&lt;br /&gt;gotta work work and work ,&lt;br /&gt;more and more and more work ,&lt;br /&gt;patience , silence , silence , pain , suffer ,&lt;br /&gt; sweet bitter taste of patience,&lt;br /&gt;In vanilla Sky they said :"&lt;br /&gt;Without the sour, the sweet ain't sweet , "&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no more ,&lt;br /&gt;Carthage, we will be back !!!&lt;br /&gt;later ...&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/27445047-5744520060540543054?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5744520060540543054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5744520060540543054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5744520060540543054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5744520060540543054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/exausted.html' title='exausted !!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2862222505054686754</id><published>2007-12-23T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T15:25:45.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY BUSINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R25vzGOOpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hpcsiOIBf68/s1600-h/Photo+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R25vzGOOpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hpcsiOIBf68/s400/Photo+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147174347765359714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;THIS SHIT CAN'T LAST ANY LONGER, I GOTTA DO SOMTHING ABOUT IT , NOBODY ELSE WILL , I GOT SOMTHING TO SAY . MAMMA WON'T LAST FOREVER, NOBODY KNOWS HOW SHE FEELS , SO WHEN IT IS TIME TO SETTLE THIS THING UP , I PROMISE YOU ARE GONNA SEE SOME CHANGES...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;MAMMA, THIS IS FOR YOU! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2862222505054686754?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2862222505054686754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2862222505054686754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2862222505054686754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2862222505054686754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/family-business.html' title='FAMILY BUSINESS'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R25vzGOOpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/hpcsiOIBf68/s72-c/Photo+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7739525925999764382</id><published>2007-12-22T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:09:04.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to SHAMI7  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21tjWOOpEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wYADqaUCxuk/s1600-h/sacrafice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21tjWOOpEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wYADqaUCxuk/s400/sacrafice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146890403182453826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hole is  hole  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7739525925999764382?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7739525925999764382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7739525925999764382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7739525925999764382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7739525925999764382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-shami7.html' title='to SHAMI7  :)'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21tjWOOpEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/wYADqaUCxuk/s72-c/sacrafice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5479471194498725523</id><published>2007-12-22T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:29:30.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The little street speaks for me , the one that has a soul ,&lt;br /&gt;The magic path to the weirdest thing to ever happen to me,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I will never regret ,&lt;br /&gt;The one spot I will never forget ,&lt;br /&gt;The jasmins hanging from both sides of the walls&lt;br /&gt;Smilig Flowers , caresing breeze&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being here , you are the best !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5479471194498725523?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5479471194498725523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5479471194498725523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5479471194498725523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5479471194498725523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/wild-night.html' title='Wild night'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3532897773731333854</id><published>2007-12-21T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:55:56.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call a toast on your name, we miss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The missing piece , the fallen angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the broken wing,the tortured mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the patient soul, the loving body,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The broken heart, the dried out tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the love, the hate , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fame and the shame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;See you tonight ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; in my dreams ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;that is my reality....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dark angel of hope... 3.45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3532897773731333854?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3532897773731333854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3532897773731333854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3532897773731333854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3532897773731333854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_21.html' title=':)'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2675209180917395120</id><published>2007-12-21T08:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:06:32.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>relief</title><content type='html'>I release myself from blame and guilt , all is well and I am safe .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2675209180917395120?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2675209180917395120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2675209180917395120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2675209180917395120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2675209180917395120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/relief.html' title='relief'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7426987865636011174</id><published>2007-12-20T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:18:01.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's breaking my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt; knowing what you are going through ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I am proud of you in every decision that you are taking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know it's gotta be hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know  that you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know , that you know that I know ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everything you do and everthing you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know I have been there and done that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And all the reasons you try to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't mean a thing because I already know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;So save your energy for more important things ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;The hardest is still to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't lose faith in what you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Don't shift your desires and let them drive you , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You will find it easier to get to the point &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;and you will encounter less bumps on the path to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;to your paradise, wherever it is and whatever it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know that you know ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just try to focus and do what is to be done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know it is hard to come out of your shell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wear a body that is too heavy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Borrow a soul that doesn't suit you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;And make yourself believe convictions that are not yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Your life is yours and no one could say otherwise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;So do what is needed for yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;So it is ok if you make the sacrifices you do , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Even if it comes to sacrifycing the closest people to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Anyway , they should Understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;If they are really close to you , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Be selfish if you have to, drink the blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Become immortal , condenm yourself and sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everything you have and don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sell your soul to the devil and buy a fake faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Do it , just do it and move on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Move on with your life and let the games begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Play the game of life with patience and  silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Grip your teeth and swollow the bitterness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Play the blind and deaf and ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Even hypocrisy will be usefull , sometimes , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Just .... do what you have to do ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Years will draw the details as you keep walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As long as you keep walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know I am here and I am not going anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But I am sure you already know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;it's a data, not a doubt , but I know that you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-7426987865636011174?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7426987865636011174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7426987865636011174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7426987865636011174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7426987865636011174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1665346676240157675</id><published>2007-12-20T20:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:21:31.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch what ??You are shitting me !!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank  god it's always sunny in philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Funny :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1665346676240157675?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1665346676240157675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1665346676240157675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1665346676240157675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1665346676240157675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/bitch-whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.html' title='bitch whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6422913014406644563</id><published>2007-12-20T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:39:46.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chef  Cuisiniere  !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2mz_WOOpCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PydaCnSOsn8/s1600-h/Photo+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2mv3GOOpAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/BkZtO4OSS1E/s400/Photo+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145837410345460738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2mtz2OOo_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/W6wZVWB6ihU/s1600-h/Photo+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2mtz2OOo_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/W6wZVWB6ihU/s400/Photo+170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145835155487630322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2ms4GOOo-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/GII997kE2K8/s1600-h/Photo+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2ms4GOOo-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/GII997kE2K8/s400/Photo+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145834128990446562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;La petite Dobba de la famille "Yasmina"  :) CHEF  de cuisine , and  Full time ROCK and ROLL !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-6422913014406644563?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6422913014406644563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6422913014406644563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6422913014406644563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6422913014406644563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/chef-de-la-famille.html' title='Chef  Cuisiniere  !!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R2mz_WOOpCI/AAAAAAAAAV0/PydaCnSOsn8/s72-c/Photo+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5439516335020033180</id><published>2007-12-19T01:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:34:17.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV live 2/2</title><content type='html'>http://www.divshare.com/download/3159719-7fb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le lien pour regarder la deuxieme partie du show de HIV Dimanche a El Menzah ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5439516335020033180?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5439516335020033180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5439516335020033180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5439516335020033180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5439516335020033180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/hiv-live-22.html' title='HIV live 2/2'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7770124719293673261</id><published>2007-12-16T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:14:43.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV LIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Une des plus anciennes formations de Local Metal Band en Tunisie( 1999) ont mis le feu Dimanche sur scène au centre culturel de Menzah 6, et ce dans le cadre du festival national des groupes amateurs de Tunis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Dans le planning du jour, entre autres White Creek , Cold Face et ....HIV , ce groupe a totalement choqué le jury et fermé la gueule de l'audience.Leur aise sur scène et leur spontanéité n'a pas été pour autant la bienvenue dans la decision du jury... Ils étaient classes 4 èmes si on peut appeller cela être classés .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour certains avis , ils n'ont pas gagnés , mais en réalité, c'est tout à fait le contraire ,ils ont beaucoup gagnés, de l'adrenaline que l'on ressent lorsque on atteind une haute montagne, ils ont gagné,jusqu'au nouveau public qui ne s'attendait pas à autant de professionnalisme , les bouches-bées qu'ils ont laissés derrière , en descendant de la scène...Et pour finir, ils ont mis de loin le show le plus chaud!!! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Les groupes qui ont finalement été classés dans les trois premières positions , suppos&amp;amp;s les meilleurs groupes ayant joues durant ces deux jours de manif musicale, étaient ceux qui ont à mon avis joué du Rock, plutôt soft ,modern , et new age. Moins créatif, biensur que la victoire est facile pour certains, surtout quand on prend pas la peine de faire un effort de présenter leur propre morceaux, et de reprendre une ballade ou un titre assez populaire qui a cassé les baraques auparavent et de lui casser la figure( terme assez soukien voir meme stadien:défigurer ..hihi )&lt;br /&gt;Le heavy metal, death metal et le trash metal, sont apparement toujours considérés comme des tendances marginales, brutales et par conséquent négatives.. une grande partie de l'audience, criait des trucs insensés sans faire attention a ce qui se passait autour ...Avec nonchalence ou ignorance, peu importe , c'est pareil, ils ne realiseaint meme pas que ce n'était pas un match de foot auquel ils assistaient mais plutot une manifestation artistique, musicale et une chance éxceptionnelle d'élargir leur champ de culture( 1 metre carre).&lt;br /&gt;Ce festival, a pour but de promouvoir les jeunes telents en leur permettant , d'abord de realiser le 1 centieme de leur reve et d'un autre cote de gagner du public, se faire entendre et se faire decouvrir par des personnes autres que leur cercles d'amis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;En effet, pour ceux qui s'y connaissent en shows, monter sur scène reste toujours un bonheur irremplacable. et ces jeune, si je puis ,me permettre sont en manque de scène... Pourtant , certains , présents dans le public, ne manquaient pas l'occasion , comme toujours de laisser aller leur   "Vandalisme " même si le mot est assez fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;( j'appelle ça carrement du tegou3ir) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;, faire des remarques obscènes parce que quelqu'un a un percing ou est sapé comme un vrai rockeur pur et dur, parler en plein milieu du spectacle, gueuler et siffler alors que quelqu'un , un animatuer , organisateur, ou un artiste est entrain de leur présenter quelque chose... Pffffff.... Kene el fawoudha et on adore ca ici!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Malgré le look assez distingué des jeunes fans venus pour déguster du vrai son, ( enfin j'espere pour euxxx , parce que personnellement , j'ai eu ma dose !! ) on entend toujours des commentaires , débiles du genre" satanique" , ou " heredess " ou " Jemejim" de la part d'autres cons, ...Ti bref, on peut pas passer sans remarquer qu'avoir un esprit étroit engendre des résultats , assez desastreux, scandaleux , et pitoyables ...Mais on ne peut en vouloir à la connerie humaine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;C'est clair que la présentation que Amine DArcos, le lead singer de HIV était très bien placée dansl e temps et l'espace, et ce dernier n'avait pas tout à fait tord, de donner la définition de son groupe , haut et fort en plein micro :" HIV , les initilaes représentent HUMAN IGNORANCE VIRUS !!! Le virus de la connerie humaine contamine toujours une grande partie de la population , et comme l'a dit le philosophe PASCAL :" J'ai assez vécu pour savoir que différence engendre haine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voici le lien pour la video , pour vos beaux yeux....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/3136707-cb2"&gt;HIV LIVE THE VIDEO (1of 2) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7770124719293673261?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7770124719293673261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7770124719293673261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7770124719293673261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7770124719293673261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/hiv-live.html' title='HIV LIVE'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2193225344030452545</id><published>2007-12-15T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T21:15:18.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always sunny in philadelphia</title><content type='html'>hilarious, awesome, I recognize every little corner of my dear city, delaware ave, South philly ; Geno's ; likitty Split&lt;br /&gt;pfffffffffffff , fucking great , thanks guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;South Philly yoooo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21wCmOOpFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7UMieAhxOKw/s1600-h/l_841cb9dfcd7e3bd1cfcd4f2e54bc53cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21wCmOOpFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7UMieAhxOKw/s400/l_841cb9dfcd7e3bd1cfcd4f2e54bc53cb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146893139076621394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2193225344030452545?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2193225344030452545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2193225344030452545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2193225344030452545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2193225344030452545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-always-sunny-in-philadelphia.html' title='It&apos;s always sunny in philadelphia'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R21wCmOOpFI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7UMieAhxOKw/s72-c/l_841cb9dfcd7e3bd1cfcd4f2e54bc53cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5011525020249588179</id><published>2007-12-13T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:19:41.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TO Tati to tatitoo ...totototito !! ( en musique !! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My yesterdays are all boxed up and neatly put away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every now and then you come to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you were always waiting to be picked to play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But when your name was called, you found a place to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you knew that I was always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well everything was easy then, so sweet and innocent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But my demons and my angels reappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leavin' only traces of the man you thought I'd be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Too afraid to hear the words I'd always feared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leavin' you with only questions all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No it isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to pull it close and make it stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterflies are free to fly, and so they fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm left to carry on and wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even through it all, I'm always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But is there someplace far away, someplace where all is clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Easy to start over with the ones you hold so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Or are you left to wonder, all alone, eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When this isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No it isn't how it's really meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Well they say that love is in the air, never is it clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How to pull it close and make it stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterflies are free to fly, why do they fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leavin' me to carry on and wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it you that kept me wandering through this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When you know that I was always on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5011525020249588179?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5011525020249588179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5011525020249588179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5011525020249588179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5011525020249588179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-tati-to-tatitoo-totototito-en.html' title='TO Tati to tatitoo ...totototito !! ( en musique !! )'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-9152494767665184421</id><published>2007-12-11T22:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:22:54.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>requiem  of a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17_mft97NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aCDmFUnBRow/s1600-h/reve2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17_mft97NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aCDmFUnBRow/s400/reve2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142828861318098130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Knuttzfor the pleasure of my eyes and my imagination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-9152494767665184421?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/9152494767665184421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=9152494767665184421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9152494767665184421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9152494767665184421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/requiem-of-dream.html' title='requiem  of a dream'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17_mft97NI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aCDmFUnBRow/s72-c/reve2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1423016737229717701</id><published>2007-12-11T21:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:15:21.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; like a warm soothing bath filled with&lt;br /&gt;healing oils and sented dried exotic flowers,&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed with cherry eadibale flavored bubbles ,&lt;br /&gt;like sinking in the tub while sipping on&lt;br /&gt;the finest glass of Austlalian 1997  labeled Yellow Tail...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfff, peace ... what took you so danm long to show up??&lt;br /&gt;well I know, always happy to feel your presence,&lt;br /&gt;get the tiniest sparkle from you ...&lt;br /&gt;As always and as we both know,&lt;br /&gt;we don't have to unite to communicate,&lt;br /&gt;you know as I know we are both here till the day we both leave ,&lt;br /&gt;but that's ok we are not couting time anyway &lt;br /&gt;and when we actually  are counting it ,time doesn't count,&lt;br /&gt;either way we don't even believe that all this does count eithe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;r !!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe ,&lt;br /&gt;like the one second  shadows  of demons and angels&lt;br /&gt;barely came close,&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy was all that reigned around&lt;br /&gt;and that is what is ruling on the world&lt;br /&gt;body, heart  and soul  ..&lt;br /&gt;I can never have enough ,&lt;br /&gt;but what's there can suffice,&lt;br /&gt;for now!&lt;br /&gt;for later too if that is the waysit would have to be ,&lt;br /&gt;but only time will tell !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17-YPt97MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Adl_qdcf02A/s1600-h/miroir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17-YPt97MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Adl_qdcf02A/s320/miroir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142827516993334466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos knuttz and some RIP peops ;)&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/27445047-1423016737229717701?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1423016737229717701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1423016737229717701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1423016737229717701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1423016737229717701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/peace.html' title='Peace !!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R17-YPt97MI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Adl_qdcf02A/s72-c/miroir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3386950235686107676</id><published>2007-12-10T04:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:27:28.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4 oclock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 o'clock in the fucking morning, this is not the first time I wake up in the middle of the night and am unable to go back to sleep , even though I am not thinking about anything or anybody in particular, nobody is worth that energy honestly , I can't get myself to go back to sleep... Am I that impatient to go back to work on a monday morning , it is true I have been so driven by work since I started  It has been a total sucess , and I don't regret a bit taking the opportunity that was presented to me  ,but 4 hours of sleep usually is not enough!! I should get up and have breakfast now , may be go back to sleep i an hour :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/27445047-3386950235686107676?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3386950235686107676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3386950235686107676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3386950235686107676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3386950235686107676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-oclock.html' title='4 oclock'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7881095009826839355</id><published>2007-12-09T14:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:10:52.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>body paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1vpRft97KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hIAf1FTVLY/s1600-h/body+paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1vpRft97KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hIAf1FTVLY/s400/body+paint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141959886354902178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7881095009826839355?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7881095009826839355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7881095009826839355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7881095009826839355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7881095009826839355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_09.html' title='body paint'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1vpRft97KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/-hIAf1FTVLY/s72-c/body+paint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-322653868089687695</id><published>2007-12-08T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:52:52.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>beer to RAF  !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1ssxft97JI/AAAAAAAAAUk/MBv6ZdymMEY/s1600-h/alcohol-k.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I saw a cession and I could tell he wasn't just fucking her , but more like making love to her , I don't particularily like his voice , but this guy is danm hot, he became the main subject of my fantasies , pff gotta go........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1sJyPt97CI/AAAAAAAAATs/Uy_xnIXQ-HM/s1600-h/evan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1sJyPt97CI/AAAAAAAAATs/Uy_xnIXQ-HM/s400/evan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141714158390996002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3244934908378878728?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3244934908378878728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3244934908378878728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3244934908378878728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3244934908378878728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/hottest-one-on-stage.html' title='The hottest one on stage !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1sJyPt97CI/AAAAAAAAATs/Uy_xnIXQ-HM/s72-c/evan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2562268484242563817</id><published>2007-10-23T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:23:23.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ame soeur !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;L'ame soeur, La personne tellement parfaite que l'on  pense que ca peut etre notre moitie , un morceau de nous , une copie conforme version sexe oppose ou meme le partie manquante qui nous complete ?????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;J'y crois comme je crois en l'existence des esprits, mais je ne ne suis pas sure si je l'ai rencontree et je l'ai laissee filer ou si je l'ai rencontree mais que je ne me suis pas rendue compte que c'est cette personne la, je ne l'ai pas encore regrettee , je ne le sens pas encore ce regret de l'avoir loupee , peut etre que ca va venir bientot ca va me tomber sur la tete , quand je m'y attends le moins , le regret bien sur , ou alors , je ne l'ai pas encore rencontree et j'ai presque abandonnee l'espoir....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;non mais non , la veritee c'est que &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Je suis allée à sa rencontre , elle ne m'a pas vue pour remaquer qu'on est deux moitiés qui se complètent ...ou alors elle m'a vue, mais est obligee de me sacrifier maintenant pour me completer plus tard , mon ame soeur a du reconnaitre son ame soeur  mais c'est ça l'ironie du sort , on trouve l'ame soeur, mais la plupart du temps, elle nous file d'entre les mains , alors pour compenser ce manque de chance , on finit par chercher une personne qui se rapproche de notre âme soeur, vainement je précise, jusqu'à finir par accepter une personne qui nous parait un peu comme cet etre qui nous est parfait et qui devait etre notre compagnon à la vie à la mort ... PFFFFFFFFFFFF c'est de la merde !!! Désolée pour la négativitee , mais la verité n'est pas toujours rose .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ne savez-vous pas que vous êtes ma vie? Mais j'ignore la tranquilitée et je ne saurais vous la donner. Me donner tout entier, donner mon amour. Oui ,je ne puis vous séparer de ma pensée . A mes yeux , vous et moi ne faisons qu'un .Et je ne vois dans l'avenir aucune tranquilité pour vous, ni pour moi .Je ne vois en perspective que le malheur et le désespoir, ou le bonheur, et quel bonheur!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leo Tolstoï. (xtrait de  Anna Karenine. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2562268484242563817?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2562268484242563817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2562268484242563817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2562268484242563817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2562268484242563817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/12/lame-soeur.html' title='L&apos;ame soeur !!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3344489920673672552</id><published>2007-10-10T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:48:07.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1seyPt97EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/m8YF27Ki-YQ/s1600-h/fuck+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1seyPt97EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/m8YF27Ki-YQ/s400/fuck+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141737248135179330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3344489920673672552?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3344489920673672552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3344489920673672552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3344489920673672552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3344489920673672552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/10/fuck-you.html' title='fuck you'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/R1seyPt97EI/AAAAAAAAAT8/m8YF27Ki-YQ/s72-c/fuck+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3742065192558246215</id><published>2007-09-08T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T22:12:06.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;La personne parfaite pour moi ? C'est celle qui vous semblerait la pire personne sur terre !!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;L'ame Rebelle,le coeur libre de chaines , plein d'amour mais aussi de haine ...C'est peut etre choquant , mais la haine que nous connaissons est source de sagesse pour plusieurs d'entre nous ! Parce que ce qui ne nous tue pas nous rend plus fort et parce que tout simplement la vie n'est qu'une succession d'experiences , bonne ou moins bonnes n'est qu'un detail secondaire !!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;!--fontc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/fontc--&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma mère me dit toujours , ton idéal serait un homme fort et tendre à la fois, qui saurait t'apaiser le coeur, comme en te caressant d'une main de fer dans un gant de velours .... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quelqu'un qui me fait sentir que JE suis LA REINE , peu importe le peuple, Quelqu'un qui me ressemble tellement , on dirait que c'est ma version masculine, quelqu'un qui saurait m'accepter telle que je suis, rebelle et marginale; simplement parce qu'il le comprend même s'il n'est pas d'accord...quelqu'un qui saurait guerir mes blessures du coeur et de l'âme, juste en me souriant ou en me faisant rire... Quelqu'un qui,le voir seulement m'epanouit et me fait sentir complète !!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;!--colorc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/colorc--&gt;&lt;!--fontc--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--/fontc--&gt;&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_4797--&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-3742065192558246215?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3742065192558246215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3742065192558246215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3742065192558246215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3742065192558246215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-perfect.html' title='Just perfect'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5532200797567915825</id><published>2007-08-24T12:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:18:15.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DeadMan Walking !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Life is just the beggining of death, that's certainly why a lot of bodies live without a soul ; as we remain today pretending to try to understand life , we are just making one more step towards death... But the day the body lies in a sarcofage that's when, for most of animals pretending being human, they realize that... "Oh , shit ! they forgot to live !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5532200797567915825?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5532200797567915825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5532200797567915825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5532200797567915825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5532200797567915825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/deadman-walking.html' title='DeadMan Walking !!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3183469791693285956</id><published>2007-08-14T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:40:29.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>D'AMOURS ET D'AMITIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aimer quelqu'un, c'est lui dire: «Toi, tu ne mourras pas.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitton, Jean (1901-1999)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que la douceur de l'amitié soit faite de rires et de plaisirs partagés. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibran, Khalil (1883-1931)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je sais mieux faire l'amitié que l'amour. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocteau, Jean (1889-1963)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nous voulons construire une amitié durable, nous devons aimer nos amis pour eux et non pour nous. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronte, Charlotte (1816-1855)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3183469791693285956?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3183469791693285956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3183469791693285956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3183469791693285956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3183469791693285956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/damours-et-damities.html' title='D&apos;AMOURS ET D&apos;AMITIES'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2013513333081468015</id><published>2007-08-09T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T11:21:42.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Citation du jour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hélas! combien je croyais savoir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;D'amour, et combien peu j'en sais! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bernard de Ventadour (1145-1195) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2013513333081468015?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2013513333081468015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2013513333081468015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2013513333081468015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2013513333081468015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/citation-du-jour.html' title='Citation du jour'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3624256787876444005</id><published>2007-08-08T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T13:08:11.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have Become comfortably NUMB !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div lang="en" id="content" align="justify"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'ai posté toutes ces chansons mélancoliques????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="justify"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais c'est bizarre!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="justify"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On dirait que je suis une junkie de la souffrance, je m'y connais tellement que les blessures du coeur et du corps ne me font plus rien du tout , à part ce feeling de numbness! waow, j'aurai jamais cru que je deviendrai aussi , indifférente aux déceptions , mais j'en suis fière .La personne qui a tout fait pour me blesser n'a même pas réussi à me faire bouger un seul cheveu , au contraire , elle m'a rendu service de me remettre à la pendule , j'ai failli oublier qui je je suis.et cet evènement etait comme un reveil soudain d'un rêve ou j'etais complètement deboussolée ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je me suis reveillée et tout d'un coup je revis de nouveau. Je suis presque passée à coté de la plaque,j'ai failli rater ce train important qu'on doit tous prendre et qu'est appelé LA VIE !!! Vivre pour moi et par moi .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="justify"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Je suis contente que ça marche de cette façon la , de toute facon , j'ai assez vécu pour savoir que différence , engendre haine , et c'est la raison pour laquelle tout soit ainsi ! Mais c'est pas trop grave , I am OK " I have been there an done that , and now , O , I have been so Over it !!!", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'ai tout oublié , aussi facilement et aussi rapidement que l'on m'a oubliée ...Ce qui est bien , c'est que ce feeling je l'ai connu aussi , ce n'est pas nouveau, beaucoup de personnes ne peuvent s'imaginer dans la tête ce que j'ai du avoir comme vie, et a quel point , je peux suppporter les peines, je n'ai même pas besoin de les suppporter ,la vie m'a tellement botté le cul que j'ai développé une peau dure comme fer ... Mes chagrins éphémères, je les ignores et ça marche à tous les coups , rien n'existe , plus rien ne compte... à part moi, moi et encore Moi !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there anybody in there? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just nod if you can hear me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there anyone home? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on, now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear youre feeling down. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I can ease your pain, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get you on your feet again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relax. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some information first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just the basic facts: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you show me where it hurts? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no pain, you are receding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distant ships smoke on the horizon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are only coming through in waves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a child I had a fever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hands felt just like two balloons. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I got that feeling once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant explain, you would not understand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is not how I am. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have become comfortably numb. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok. Just a little pinprick. [ping] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therell be no more --aaaaaahhhhh! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you may feel a little sick. C&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;an you stand up? I do believe its working. good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thatll keep you going for the show. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on its time to go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no pain, you are receding. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distant ships smoke on the horizon. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are only coming through in waves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the corner of my eye. I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;turned to look but it was gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot put my finger on it now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The child is grown, the dream is gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="en" align="center"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman',serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have become comfortably numb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Pink Floyd :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3624256787876444005?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3624256787876444005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3624256787876444005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3624256787876444005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3624256787876444005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-become-comfortably-numb.html' title='I have Become comfortably NUMB !!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7899329658339478055</id><published>2007-08-07T13:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:42:36.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To stump , again !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stump , my dearest country boy , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thank you for the birthday gift , it was magic to feel you are around even at miles away and know you are here no mattter how far we are apart , I believe we will not remain this way forever , soon we'll meet again , I am sure you are just as certain as I am about this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know you miss me, you don't even have to tell me, and I miss you too , I can't wait to see you and be in your arms again , I will be waiting for you as long as it takes , I know we'll be together again, to never separate , time will tell it all and heal all the heartaches we had in the past , but let us not even think of the past for the past is only our bridge to the future ....It doesn' t even matter if it's this year or the next one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every passing day is another burning flame to strengthen the passion we secretely share in our hearts , let me just say no more until we meet again !....Shhhh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7899329658339478055?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7899329658339478055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7899329658339478055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7899329658339478055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7899329658339478055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-stump-again.html' title='To stump , again !!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8387866227991000429</id><published>2007-08-06T12:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:32:38.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A rejeter !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Je suis au boulot,c'est ma pause dej et je me suis enfermée au bureau, la clim est en marche , j'ai mangé sainement , et je n'ai pas fumé une seule clope depuis hier soir, j'essaye d'arréter , et de me relaxer sans cette foutue clope, je prends mon indépendance de cette mauvaise habitutde qui m'ennuie en sachant que je la posséde ; ou qu'elle me possède... Je navigue sur le net, le petit ordinateur portable en clavier AZERTY me rend un peu tendue,je ne suis pas habituéee a taper ces lettres dans cet ordre ,mais pour me réconforter je me dis qu'au moins ce clavier il a les accents ... Et puis je parcours quelques pqges , avec non chalence , je regarde ,je ne sais pas ce que je cherche , et je tombe sur ce petit poème dont je suis tombée amoureuse, je ne le connaissais pas avant et j'ai l'impression que c'est le poèeme qui me connait déja et qui a fait le premier pas pour venir me rencontrer , tout en étant sur de lui meme qu'il allait me plaire ; il n'avait pas tord , le voici !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si tu étais la mer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moi je serais rivière &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Et mes jours couleraient vers toi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si tu étais pays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mes bras seraient frontières&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si tu étais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mais tu es plus encore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu es, tu es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Et tu remplis mes jours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu es de vie Tu es d'amour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tu es. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Adamo, Salvatore (1943- ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8387866227991000429?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8387866227991000429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8387866227991000429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8387866227991000429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8387866227991000429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmmm.html' title='A rejeter !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1191719436636630165</id><published>2007-07-30T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:43:43.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'>july 30 th , it's all about me !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to me ... happy birhtday to me , happy birthday toooo meeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;Happy biiiirthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( en musique!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dobba qui vieillit , mais la jeunesse c'est celle du coeur ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1191719436636630165?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1191719436636630165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1191719436636630165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1191719436636630165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1191719436636630165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-30-th-its-all-about-me.html' title='july 30 th , it&apos;s all about me !!!!!!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5854072633272671819</id><published>2007-07-20T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:04:30.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna Cry !</title><content type='html'>&lt;noscript style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" language="javascript"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.addynamix.com/click/2-2125147-2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.addynamix.com/creative/2-2125147-2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;                        (Vs.1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; While all the time that I was loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; You were busy loving yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I would stop breathing if you told me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Now you're busy loving someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Eleven years out of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Besides the kids I have nothing to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Wasted my years a fool of a wife &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I shoulda have left your ass a long time ago &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; (Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Well I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not gon shed no tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; No, I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; it's not the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; cuz you're not worth my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Well I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I'm not gon shed no tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; No, I'm not gon cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; it's not the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; cuz you're not worth my tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; (Vs.2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I was your lover and your secretary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Working every day of the week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Was at the job when no one else was there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Helping you get on your feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Eleven years of sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; And you can leave at the drop of a dime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Swallowed my fears, stood by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I shoulda left your ass a thousand times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; (Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I know there are no guarantees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; In love you take your chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; But somehow it seems unfair to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Look at the circumstances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Through sickness and health 'till death do us part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; Those were the words that we said from our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; So now when you say that you're leaving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; I don't get that part &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; (Repeat Vs.2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt; (Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1325465-251"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dry your tears in there ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5854072633272671819?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5854072633272671819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5854072633272671819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5854072633272671819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5854072633272671819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-not-gonna-cry.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna Cry !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8231705105720090704</id><published>2007-07-20T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:47:35.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; [Verse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; It's kind of crazy babe, how I remember things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Like where you came from and how you had nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I went and made you fly, put extras on your ride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Didn’t miss a birthday now you can't even remember mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You made it clear to me (You wasn't down for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (Love made me blind baby) but now I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (You had things up your sleeve, don’t even lie to me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I even heard it from your family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; [Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you let somebody lay where I laid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you give him everything that we made?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you call him all the names that you used to call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you, How Could You just forget about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you teach him all the things I taught you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you put him up to the Ghetto Kamasutra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you put me in the back and give him the front seat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you, How Could You forget about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; [Verse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You must be out your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You got alot of nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (to think that I’m going chill after all the shit I heard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I damn near carried you, I could've married you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Good thing I found out before I bought that 7 karat for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (I know your sick about) The way I found you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (Go head and pack, get out) I hope he's got room at his house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; You should have thought of me before you hopped in the sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Damn I can't believe that you did this to me, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; [Bridge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Girl I tried to give you everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Can't believe the ways you repaid me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Girl you had it all, but I guess my all wasn't good enough for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I've accepted it, and I ain't gone trip, girl I'm movin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Sometimes I can't help but think that another man's gonna get the one that is made for me, Oooooooooo, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; (How could you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you how could you just go and lay there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you how could give him everything (How could you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you how could you call him names like that (oooooooooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you babe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you babe? (How could you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you how could you teach him everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; How could you how could you put him to the ghetto kamasutra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1324419-fcc"&gt;Listen to Mario here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8231705105720090704?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8231705105720090704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8231705105720090704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8231705105720090704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8231705105720090704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-could-you.html' title='How could you ??????'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-6561384190605835926</id><published>2007-07-15T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:46:05.108+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid of women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;But there are much scarier beings on this planet by far than mere &lt;i&gt;ghosts &lt;/i&gt;for us innocent and unwary menfolk, and they are known as &lt;i&gt;girls &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;women. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;So should we really be afraid of the female of our species? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the fact is, that countless men &lt;i&gt;are. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;If we watch the average movie, TV drama or soap opera we see boys and men in constant fear of asking girls or women out on a date or whatever. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course this &lt;i&gt;very real fear &lt;/i&gt;boys and men feel often leads to a defiant state of denial, which leads to boasts of conquests of women, or swapping of chauvinistic and frequently vulgar remarks about the physical and sexual attributes of women to diminish them &lt;i&gt;in our minds. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a typical strategy we all tend to use to try to mentally cut down to size those whom we fear, to mock them or make demeaning jokes about them, but though that sniggering and derision makes us feel better for a while, when we meet this scary person &lt;i&gt;in real life &lt;/i&gt;whether it be a politician, a woman or whoever, we frequently find that the fear has not gone away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the case of women and girls whom we are “romantically” or sexually attracted to, many males experience a great deal of tongue-tiedness, and find it difficult to express their thoughts or feelings to this peculiar gender at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;But we are not going to mock such males for experiencing that, because our view is that the danger is genuine, and that this is really a legitimate fear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We also see however, how so many girls and women revel in thus knowing that men are afraid of them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Many girls and women try to seek out especially the means to extract from men this experience they have when they see a “goddess” type woman, and get this so called “wow factor.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a fairly rare woman or girl who first thing in the morning without make up and just wearing a dressing gown and slippers could give most men such a “wow factor”, but once the girl gets to her make up mirror and wardrobe and sets about creating this goddess, within half an hour or so she is able to transform herself into something that looks like it was out of a shop window or a glossy magazine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;And thus boys and men are held in fear of these dazzlingly beautiful mannequins who adorn our city streets, shops, social meeting and work places, just as we see so many girls in fear and apprehension if they meet big &lt;i&gt;male &lt;/i&gt;celebrities like movie actors or pop/rock stars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We see that the common factor that holds both sexes in thrall and fear is not &lt;i&gt;the actual human being themselves&lt;/i&gt;, but the image in our minds of &lt;i&gt;who we think they are. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="Default" style="text-indent: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kings, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Queens&lt;/st1:place&gt; and Emperors and VIPs throughout history have used such props as expensive, spectacular and sometimes beautiful clothes and jewellery to show their superior status to the rest of the population. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; SAM FRYMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-6561384190605835926?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/6561384190605835926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=6561384190605835926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6561384190605835926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/6561384190605835926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/afraid-of-women.html' title='Afraid of women'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3257729499081551379</id><published>2007-07-14T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:24:27.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He wasn't man enough for me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RplEt-DNDPI/AAAAAAAAARc/vMfC0DMbh68/s1600-h/Goth_Corset_II.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RplEt-DNDPI/AAAAAAAAARc/vMfC0DMbh68/s400/Goth_Corset_II.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087172810632924402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahaw!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3257729499081551379?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3257729499081551379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3257729499081551379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3257729499081551379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3257729499081551379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-wasnt-man-enough-for-me.html' title='He wasn&apos;t man enough for me !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RplEt-DNDPI/AAAAAAAAARc/vMfC0DMbh68/s72-c/Goth_Corset_II.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-8616357184491973249</id><published>2007-07-14T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:47:23.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spleen II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;J'ai plus de souvenirs que si j'avais mille ans.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un gros meuble à tiroirs encombré de bilans,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vers, de billets doux, de procès, de romances,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Avec de lourds cheveux roulés dans des quittances,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cache moins de secrets que mon triste cerveau.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;C'est une pyramide, un immense caveau,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Qui contient plus de morts que la fosse commune.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- Je suis un cimetière abhorré de la lune,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Où comme des remords se traînent de longs vers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Qui s'acharnent toujours sur mes morts les plus chers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Je suis un vieux boudoir plein de roses fanées,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Où gît tout un fouillis de modes surannées,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Où les pastels plaintifs et les pâles Boucher,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Seuls, respirent l'odeur d'un flacon débouché.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rien n'égale en longueur les boiteuses journées,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Quand sous les lourds flocons des neigeuses années&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;L'ennui, fruit de la morose incuriosité,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Prend les proportions de l'immortalité.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- Désormais tu n'es plus, ô matière vivante!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Qu'un granit entouré d'une vague épouvante,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Assoupi dans le fond d'un Sahara brumeux;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Un vieux sphinx ignoré du monde insoucieux,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oublié sur la carte, et dont l'humeur farouche&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne chante qu'aux rayons du soleil qui se couche.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: left; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Charles Beaudelaire( les fleurs du mal) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-8616357184491973249?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/8616357184491973249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=8616357184491973249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8616357184491973249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/8616357184491973249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/spleen-ii.html' title='Spleen II'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3822810471376262897</id><published>2007-07-13T20:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:23:35.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le vampire !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,&lt;br /&gt;Dans mon coeur plaintif est entrée ;&lt;br /&gt;Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau&lt;br /&gt;De démons, vins, folle et parée,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;De mon esprit humilié&lt;br /&gt;Faire ton lit et ton domaine ;&lt;br /&gt;_Infâme à qui je suis lié&lt;br /&gt;Comme le forçat à la chaine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,&lt;br /&gt;Comme a la bouteille l'ivrogne,&lt;br /&gt;Comme aux vermines la charogne,&lt;br /&gt;_Maudite, maudite sois-tu !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;J'ai prié le glaive rapide&lt;br /&gt;De conquérir ma liberté,&lt;br /&gt;Et j'ai dit au poison perfide&lt;br /&gt;De secourir ma lâcheté.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Hélas ! le poison et le glaive&lt;br /&gt;M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit :&lt;br /&gt;" Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève&lt;br /&gt;Å ton esclavage maudit,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;" Imbécile !— de son empire&lt;br /&gt;Si nos efforts te délivraient,&lt;br /&gt;Tes baisers ressusciteraient&lt;br /&gt;Le cadavre de ton vampire !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;" lang="FR"&gt;Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3822810471376262897?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3822810471376262897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3822810471376262897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3822810471376262897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3822810471376262897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/le-vampire.html' title='Le vampire !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-671145485418292363</id><published>2007-07-12T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:54:25.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mousalsel mexiki !</title><content type='html'>9allek dima fel mousaleselet el mexikiya , ali5androu yeti7 be kassandra mais howa mezzel ma besseheche we techeddou crise cardiaque we ymout fel clinique... ab9aw m3ana bech tetfarrejou fel 7al9a ra9em wa7ed men mousalsel mexiki jdid, esmou...esmou ... hmm,   "rajol men ghir cha5seya we men ghir mabda2  ! ! ! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-671145485418292363?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/671145485418292363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=671145485418292363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/671145485418292363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/671145485418292363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/mousalsel-mexiki.html' title='mousalsel mexiki !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2347647671512432166</id><published>2007-07-09T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:08:15.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Business world  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Waouh, tellement heureuse que ce soit fini…Cette première journée officielle au tout nouveau, tout premier boulot en Tunisie pour moi! C'était un peu «  hectique » comme on dit, très intense, mais c’était dur,oh que c'était long, non pas parce que je n’y étais pas préparée, mais parce que je &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;m'étais trop préparée pour ce jour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;En allant à ce premier jour, je me suis habillée comme si j'allais rencontrer mon «  succès professionnel ». J'ai mis tout ce que je possède de Classe en un jour, un tailleur vert pistache fade, des « stolletos » comme on les appelle, des chaussures a talon pointus, les cheveux browshingues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt; un léger maquillage…Bref, the works comme on dit. J’arrive &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;en taxi pour être relax et ne pas avoir affaire aux surcharges du transport public assez « disturbing for the mind ». La porte du bureau était ouverte, je frappe et je rentre, deux personnes dans un 1600 mètres carrés, bien sur que personne ne m’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;A entendu venir ! La formatrice, qui était venue de France, et que j’avais imaginée d'être une dame (l’imagination est une traîtresse !) d’age avancée, était en faite une jeune vietnamienne d’une vingtaine d’années, l’autre nouvelle recrutée, qui est sensée commencer en même temps que moi avait aussi mon age et était habillée, comme une paysanne, toute simple et belle en jupe cloche bleu et débardeur blanc ! Tout de suite je pouvais imaginer ma tête du choc que moi-même j’ai reçu en découvrant que j’étais trop habillée pour l’événement ! «  I was too dressed up , shit ! »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Toute la formation devait s’effectuer sur Internet, la base de données des clients sur lesquels on devait commencer à faire la saisie des informations était localisée sur le serveur &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;du siège a Paris , mais pour rien au monde noud ne pouvions accéder a une connection internet. On a passe toute la matinée a galerer en essayant de figurer le switch et les câbles mais en vain.. Je voulais tellement intervenir et faire quelque chose, sachant que ce que je suis a la base c’est une informaticienne ( une fausse! ) et c’est la que j’ai réalise encore une fois ,non seulement que, les 6 mois que j’ai passé a la fac m’étaient inutiles et que c’était une perte de temps et d’argent, mais en plus,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;que je ne suis pas une véritable informaticienne finalement parce que si je l’étais je n’aurai même pas eu besoin de cette formation pour savoir comment brancher un petit réseau de 5 postes, un switch et un modem. Oh la honte ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Vers 10h 30 nous sommes allées à l’autre bureau local, au &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sein de la banque elle-même pour assister sur place, à quelques opreations effectuées par l’autre gestionnaire santé …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Cette personne est enceinte et va bientôt partir pour conge de maternité , une des deux nouvelles devra la remplacer, et j’ai une sorte d’impression que ça serait moi…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;J’ai découvert que l’autre recrutée avait un master en assurance, et c’est clair que c’est la raison primordiale pour laquelle on l’a embauchée , comme je sais que celle pour laquelle , moi j’étais embauchée était mon niveau d’anglais et mon expérience de services clients internationaux. Ce qui explique mon sentiment que ce serait sûrement moi qui remplacerait la gestionnaire au&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bureau de la banque parce qu’il y a plus de relations avec les clients , au téléphone et face a face !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;J’ai du rentrer en taxi a la pause dej, juste pour changer de chaussures et d’allure, mettre quelque chose de plus relax ,un chemisier blanc et un pantalon beige avec des sandales plus confortables, mais le mal était fait, mes pieds me faisaient tellement mal que je ne pouvais même pas me concentrer sur autre chose, je n’ai même pas pense au fait que je n’avais même pas fumé une seule cigarette toute la journée ! En plus il faisait chaud, une chaleur humide qui me rappelle le climat de Philadelphia, et vu que je ne suis pas sortie souvent ces deux dernières semaines, ça m’a fait un effet chaotique ! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;L’aprèm, deux heure que ce technicien de chez Topnet essaye de reconfigurer les branchements du réseau, et finalement vers 16h on pouvait commencer a travailler, la tache qui nous a été assignée&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ne semble pas très complexe pour l’instant, mais ce n’est que le premier jour, et la première tache, on verra plus tard. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;18h …ah Finalement, j’avais hâte de rentrer, mais j'avais aussi envie que mon téléphone sonne et que quelqu’un a l’autre bout du fil me dise : « alors c’était comment ?! »Mais on s'en fout ! Je m’en fous de toute façon ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Je suis arrivée assez vite a la maison, « home sweet home ! » je me suis faite un bon café, et je suis sortie dans le jardin, ah quelle brise rafraîchissante, j’allume ma première cigarette, je prends une bouffée de fumée … Je me rappelle des paroles de mon oncle, « : Soit tu fume, soit tu fumes pas ! Je fume, je fume parce que j'aime fumer, je veux fumer, je fume point ! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Voila ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2347647671512432166?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2347647671512432166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2347647671512432166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2347647671512432166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2347647671512432166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-business-world.html' title='Welcome to the Business world  !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1508661816469756104</id><published>2007-07-07T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:01:18.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ShineDown: Burning Bright ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I feel like there is no need for conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Some questions are better left without a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; And I would rather reveal myself than my situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Now and then I consider, my hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the light shines through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I pretend to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; The more the dark consumes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I pretend I'm burning, burning bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I wonder if the things I did were just to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; To spare myself of the constant shame of my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; And I would surely redeem myself in my desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Here and now I'll express, my situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more the light shines through me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The more the dark consumes me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I 'm burning, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;The more the light shines through me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the more the dark consumes me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm burning, burning bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; Such a cruel contradiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I know I cross the lines its not easy to define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; I'm born to indecision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; There's always something new some path I'm supposed to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; With no particular rhyme or reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more the light shines through me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the more the dark consumes me&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I'm burning, burning bright!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;a href=" http://www.divshare.com/download/1187833-b1a "&gt;Burn your heart here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1508661816469756104?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1508661816469756104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1508661816469756104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1508661816469756104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1508661816469756104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/shinedown-burning-bright.html' title='ShineDown: Burning Bright ...'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4856460135886654829</id><published>2007-07-07T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:07:17.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMIROQUAI' S  " Virtual Insanity."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh yeah, what we're living in (let me tell ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's a wonder man can eat at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When things are big that should be small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;And I'm giving all my love to this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;Only to be told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Harlow Solid Italic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No more will we be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And nothing's going to change the way we live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cos' we can always take but never give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And now that things are changing for the worse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;See, its a crazy world we're living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is all we have to give these -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For useless, twisting, our new technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I'm thinking what a mess we're in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hard to know where to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If I could slip the sickly ties that earthly man has made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And now every mother, can choose the colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of her child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That's not nature's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well that's what they said yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There's nothing left to do but pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I think it's time I found a new religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Waoh - it's so insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To synthesize another strain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There's something in these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Futures that we have to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity - now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For useless, twisting, our new technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now there is no sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If we all live underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And now it's virtual insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Forget your virtual reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, there's nothing so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I know yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of this virtual insanity, we're livin in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Has got to change, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Things, will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And I can't go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While we're livin' in oh, oh virtual insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, this world, has got to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cos I just, I just can't keep going on, it was virtual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Virtual insanity that we're livin' in, that we're livin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;That virtual insanity is what it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Futures made of virtual insanity - now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Always seem to, be govern'd by this love we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For useless, twisting, our new technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oh, now there is no sound - for we all live underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Living - Virtual Insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Virtual Insanity is what we're living in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.divshare.com/download/1187834-d17%20"&gt;Get Virtual Insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4856460135886654829?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4856460135886654829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4856460135886654829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4856460135886654829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4856460135886654829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/virtual-insanity.html' title='JAMIROQUAI&apos; S  &quot; Virtual Insanity.&quot;'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-670460183667066090</id><published>2007-07-05T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T16:48:10.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead cat in the street .A third ONE !</title><content type='html'>cest comme si j'etais destinee a les voir partout ou je vais ,meme si je change de trajectoire a chaque fois que je rentre et que je crains d'en croiser un ... Un petit chaton , mort , d'une semaine au moins, le cadavre etale, sur le trottoir et les gens passent comme si rien n'etait !&lt;br /&gt;pff ...Quelque chat veut me dire quelque chose, mes chats sont tous partis , tous, c'est un peu exageree , mais il n'en reste que quatre , les trois vieux , et une petite , blanche aux taches grises...&lt;br /&gt;Le jour ou je suis rentree et que ma mere  m'a dit que des gens (...sans precisions ) sont venus les chercher, j'ai gueulee comme un gosse qui a perdu son meilleur ami , son compagnon de jeu et sa " moitie" ..C'etait pareil pour moi ! La , je ne cesse de me poser des questions, pourquoi moi? pourquoi je les vois , pourquoi Dieu , s'il est la haut me les fait voir, et s'il ne l'est pas la , pourquoi ces cadavres se mpontrent et se pointent a mon nez en me disant :" Tiens , tu evites la vision , mais elle t'est inevitable ! " C'est quoi cette merde ? MERDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-670460183667066090?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/670460183667066090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=670460183667066090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/670460183667066090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/670460183667066090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/dead-cat-in-street-third-one.html' title='Dead cat in the street .A third ONE !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2716319766172813975</id><published>2007-07-04T17:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:21:54.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock N Roll is Dead ! What's left of it !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Ro2Jz1crTBI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gw9h5wzV20g/s1600-h/S4w-GTSW-023-DavidGilmour%27sFenderStratocaster%230001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Ro2Jz1crTBI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gw9h5wzV20g/s400/S4w-GTSW-023-DavidGilmour%27sFenderStratocaster%230001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083871077984848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gilmour's  Fender Stratocaster.  ( Pink Floyd )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Ro2IzFcrTAI/AAAAAAAAARM/v_dXp7mgCcQ/s1600-h/S4w-GTSW-024-JimiHendrix%27GibsonFlyingV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Ro2IzFcrTAI/AAAAAAAAARM/v_dXp7mgCcQ/s400/S4w-GTSW-024-JimiHendrix%27GibsonFlyingV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083869965588319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi Hendrix's Gibson Flyin' V  electric !  { November 27 1942- September 18 1970 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RovNVFcrS_I/AAAAAAAAARE/394W7S3uwZU/s1600-h/S4w-GTSW-016-DimebagDarrell%27s_ML_Dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RovNVFcrS_I/AAAAAAAAARE/394W7S3uwZU/s400/S4w-GTSW-016-DimebagDarrell%27s_ML_Dean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083382366541138930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimebag Darell's Lightening Dean electric Guitar ...( PANTERA ) {August 20 1966-December 8, 2004 }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2716319766172813975?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2716319766172813975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2716319766172813975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2716319766172813975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2716319766172813975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/rip-dimebag.html' title='Rock N Roll is Dead ! What&apos;s left of it !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Ro2Jz1crTBI/AAAAAAAAARU/Gw9h5wzV20g/s72-c/S4w-GTSW-023-DavidGilmour%27sFenderStratocaster%230001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2048941018207549466</id><published>2007-07-04T17:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:35:42.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Say No !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are afraid of the word discipline, but at the root  of the word discipline, is  " disciple" . To be a  disciple to oneself.  Self discipline is the ability to do what we have to do, when we need to do it , regardless whether we feel like it or not, Self discipline,helps us gain self respect. The sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;When we say  No to a temptation , the power of that temptation passes on into our willpower !&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/27445047-2048941018207549466?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2048941018207549466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2048941018207549466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2048941018207549466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2048941018207549466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/say-no.html' title='Say No !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3386695503088780472</id><published>2007-07-04T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:29:20.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine on you Crazy Diamond!</title><content type='html'>Let the universe inside you shine freely!&lt;br /&gt;Get your stars out ! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3386695503088780472?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3386695503088780472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3386695503088780472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3386695503088780472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3386695503088780472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/shine-on-you-crazy-diamond.html' title='Shine on you Crazy Diamond!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-515824357782376982</id><published>2007-07-04T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T17:25:40.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted years !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unlike other ressources, time cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or stolen, stocked or saved, manufactured, reproduced , or modified, all we can do is make use of it. And wether we  use it or not, it nevertheless slips away ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="first-para"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32);"&gt;“Time is a natural resource – like fuel. When it is abundant, we take it for granted; when it becomes scarce, we search for that extra gallon, regardless of cost. Wouldn’t you give anything for another gallon of time with some of your friends who are gone? Time is a precious gift — every second, every minute, every day — use it wisely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 31, 32);"&gt;You cannot pay the cost of losing time.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="last-para"&gt;— Sonny Gann &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-515824357782376982?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/515824357782376982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=515824357782376982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/515824357782376982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/515824357782376982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/wasted-years.html' title='Wasted years !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-823444826102844407</id><published>2007-07-03T17:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T02:10:52.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anathema's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1163285-42c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1163285-42c"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1163285-42c"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;A simple Mistake ( Click to Download)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1163285-42c"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think for yourself you know what you need in this life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;See for yourself and feel your soul come alive tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here in the moment we share, trembling between the worlds we stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Out at starlight enshrined, veiled like diamonds in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;...time can be the answer, take a chance, lose it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have found my way to fly free from the constraints of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I have soared through the sky seen life far below in mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Breathed in truth, love, serene, sailed on OCEANS OF BELIEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Searched and found life inside, we're not just a moment in time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;....can be the answer, take a chance lose it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's a simple mistake to make to create love and to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So rise and be your master you don't need to be a slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Of memory ensnared in a web, in a cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[spoken words from "Defending Middle-Earth Tolkien: Myth and Modernity" by Patrick Curry:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Despair is for people who know, beyond any doubt, what the future is going to bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Nobody is in that position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So despair is not only a kind of sin, theologically, but also a simple mistake, because nobody actually knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In that sense there always is hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-823444826102844407?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/823444826102844407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=823444826102844407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/823444826102844407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/823444826102844407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/anathemas.html' title='Anathema&apos;s...'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5049017400060464961</id><published>2007-07-03T00:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:13:22.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends forever or Lovers for...Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;They say, you should take for a spouse , someone who would be your friend, I say , you should never take for a lover , someone who could be your friend, because you will never be more that friends forever, or more than lovers for now! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You kill all chances to let the relationship rise to a higher level, you kill all hope to ever become partners in life for better or worse !!! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;As lovers, you are both comfortable in the company of one another, behind doors closed, alone bodies mixed up together in the sweat and the heat and your souls confused in the ecstasy of the desire and the sensuality, all the taboos are gone, all boundaries disappear, there is no limit to the nirvana, even if the chemistry is only temporary! You become part of one another, you fade away to melt in the touch, the smell, the taste and so on…&lt;br /&gt;But the lover can never really penetrates your soul understand your deepest thoughts totally and feel the way you feel deep inside, uncover your most profound pain and your biggest fear…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As friends, there is no limits to how much you can talk , about yourself, your family , your thoughts, your dreams, your ambitions, your problems , your illnesses, your little joys here and there, anything and everything goes, every subject of conversation becomes interesting, whether it is about things you have in common, or different opinions you are debating,  and every reply a schooling , you learn so much from one another and you can never get tired of it, you find comfort and relief, encouragement and belief, in you, your dreams, you feel no one can understand you better than your friend, no one knows you better.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;But here is the catch! A friend, who is a lover, a lover who is a friend… well either way, no one knows as much about you as they do, and that becomes a problem. Anything you say could be held accountable against you! Down the line, you actually kill every chance to ever change your relation, to a relationship .It will always be that, and nothing more than that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;That person loves you (or not), cherish you ( or not) and respects you ( or not ), but there is TMI ( Too Much Information ). Knowing too much about someone is able to kill the adventure, by eliminating the possibilities of mysteries, everything you have to say, everything you’ve done, and every single one of your path mistakes, they know about it, which makes them, cautious, distant and on guards, not to fall in the net, not to be partner in crime, of one of your mistakes, not to be the mistake itself! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;So you see, down the line, it is true what I lately heard. I quote:” You create the relationships in your life; they don’t just happen to you! “&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5049017400060464961?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5049017400060464961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5049017400060464961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5049017400060464961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5049017400060464961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/friends-forever-or-lovers-fornow.html' title='Friends forever or Lovers for...Now!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7044916242048812588</id><published>2007-07-02T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:38:54.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les vers inoubliables !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Je feuilletais un livre que je possède depuis mon adolescence et que j’ai toujours adoree lire : Le Diable au Corps, De Radiguet, et sur les deux premières pages j’ai trouvé ces deux extraits d’autres auteurs que j’ai lu, recopiee,  et que j’ai aussi beaucoup aimé, je re-recopie ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Je sais qu’il est des yeux, les plus mélancoliques &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Qui ne recèlent point de secret précieux &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Beaux écrins sans joyaux &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Médaillons sans reliques, plus vides, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Plus profonds que vous-mêmes, Ô! Cieux ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Baudelaire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Comment exprimer cette foule de sensations fugitives… Les sons qui rendent les passions dans le vide d’un cœur solitaire ressemblent au murmure &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;que le vent et les eaux font entendre dans le silence d’un désert. On en jouit, mais on ne peut les peindre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Chateaubriand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-7044916242048812588?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7044916242048812588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7044916242048812588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7044916242048812588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7044916242048812588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/je-feuilletais-un-livre-que-je-possde.html' title='Les vers inoubliables !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-3521571179817282900</id><published>2007-07-01T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:57:12.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis fiere ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/1162721-389"&gt;Si fiere  !&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady,little lady&lt;br /&gt;Tu seras à moi cette nuit&lt;br /&gt;Pour te posseder dans mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Oh j'en suis fier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fier&lt;br /&gt;De partager avec toi cette nuit&lt;br /&gt;De pouvoir ainsi libérer l'envie&lt;br /&gt;Lorsque je vois ton corps de déesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh je suis fier&lt;br /&gt;D'être avec toi ce soir dans tes bras&lt;br /&gt;M'allonger sur ton corps dans ces draps&lt;br /&gt;Libérer des chaleurs surhumaines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais laisons nos corps se mélanger&lt;br /&gt;Et dans ce vertige des sens&lt;br /&gt;Plus rien ne pourra nous déranger&lt;br /&gt;Je te sens entrer en transe&lt;br /&gt;Submergée par des vagues de plaisir&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-toi aller et viens mourir&lt;br /&gt;Posée sur mon cœur&lt;br /&gt;Ivre de bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fier d'avoir ton love&lt;br /&gt;Te posséder dans ces draps dans cette alcove&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fier d'avoir ton love, d'avoir ton love&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fier d'avoir ton love&lt;br /&gt;Te posséder dans ces draps dans cette alcove&lt;br /&gt;Je suis fier d'avoir ton love, d'avoir ton love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh je suis fier&lt;br /&gt;De te faire connaître l'ivresse&lt;br /&gt;Te couvrir de baisers, de caresses&lt;br /&gt;De nous envoyer au septième ciel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh je suis fier&lt;br /&gt;De te vibrer entre mes doigts&lt;br /&gt;De m'évanouir et couler en toi&lt;br /&gt;Que ce ne soit un rêve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais aurais-je assez d'une seule nuit&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas je sens monter l'envie&lt;br /&gt;Pour toi baby je me sens d'entrain&lt;br /&gt;A te satisfaire jusqu'à demain&lt;br /&gt;Montre-moi ce que je n'ai pas vu&lt;br /&gt;Offre-moi ton corps entièrement nu&lt;br /&gt;Et jusqu'au petit jour, faisons l'amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas enlever de mon esprit&lt;br /&gt;Cet élan, cette pensée, cette envie&lt;br /&gt;J'en suis fier, ooh j'en suis fier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby cette nuit tu seras à moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon emprise est déjà sur toi&lt;br /&gt;J'en suis fier, ooh no j'en suis fier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-3521571179817282900?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/3521571179817282900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=3521571179817282900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3521571179817282900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/3521571179817282900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/07/je-suis-fiere.html' title='Je suis fiere ...'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5875904430262744693</id><published>2007-06-29T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:02:01.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>where are we going with this game ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mama thinks it will never end up anywhere , that we 're wasting each other's time for nothing , that we will eventually fall apart , he would either leave me or I would leave him... It was rough to hear it coming from her, not that she is wrong, no , I am sure she knows better, she married and lived for twenty years with someone so similar... But what pisses me off the most is actually the fact that, deep inside of me, I am aware of it , I have the certainty that we will break one another's hearts ,  and that we will take separate ways one day !&lt;br /&gt;Shit , truth sucks ! Love Sucks , what a shame, what a fucking waste !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5875904430262744693?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5875904430262744693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5875904430262744693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5875904430262744693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5875904430262744693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-are-we-going-with-this-joke.html' title='where are we going with this game ?'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4834704507357010490</id><published>2007-06-28T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T02:00:25.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A shakespeare Tale !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elle aimait la vie, il aimait la mort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il aimait la mort, et ses sombres promesses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Avenir incertain d'un garçon en détresse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il voulait mourir, laisser partir sa peine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oublier tout ses jours à la même rengaine,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elle aimait la vie, heureuse d'exister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Voulait aider les gens et puis grandir en paix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;C'était un don du ciel, toujours souriante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fleurs et nature qu'il pleuve ou qu'il vente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mais un beau jour, la chute commença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ils tombèrent amoureux, mauvais choix,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Elle aimait la vie, et il aimait la mort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Qui d'entre les deux allait être le plus fort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ils s'aimaient tellement, ils auraient tout sacrifié,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amis et famille, capable de tout renier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tout donner pour s'aimer, tel était leur or,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Si différent et pourtant plus proche que tout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Se comprenant pour protéger un amour fou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;L'un rêvait de mourir et de s'envoler,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;L'autre d'une vie avec lui, sans atrocités&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fin de l'histoire: obligés de se séparer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ils s'étaient promis fidélité éternelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Aujourd'hui le garçon torturé vit pour elle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Car la fille pour lui, a rendu ses ailes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il aimait la mort, elle aimait la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Il vivait pour elle, elle est morte pour lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4834704507357010490?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4834704507357010490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4834704507357010490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4834704507357010490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4834704507357010490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/shakespeare-tale.html' title='A shakespeare Tale !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-9137170358216881646</id><published>2007-06-27T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:05:09.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My father,  the bastard !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Comment as tu fais pour être aussi salaud? On dirait que je ne te connais même pas, pourtant je t’ai connu toute ma vie, et malgré ton absence tu as toujours été la dans mon cœur et dans celui de ma mère et mes frères…Tu ne nous manquais pas quand tu n’étais pas présent , tu n’as presque jamais été présent, tu n’a presque jamais fait partie de la famille à part pour baiser ma mère et avoir des gosses, sans jamais te soucier des responsabilités qui viennent juste après ça…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J ’ai toujours eu peur de te faire face, te dire a quel point je t’en veux pour tout le mal que tu as causé et tout le bien que tu n’as jamais apporté aux chiens d’enfants que tu as laissée derrière ! C’est cela, tu te préoccupe de TA santé , de Ton moral , ton toi , toi, toi, toi, toi jusqu'à l’infini, ton bien être, tes plaisirs personnels, tes désirs et tes délires , mais qu’en ai-t- il de tes gosses ? De la mère de tes gosses, puisque je ne peux même plus l’appeler ta femme ! J’ai toujours eu les larmes aux yeux en parlant de toi, tu me manques toujours, je n’ai jamais eu assez de toi, et des fois, j’ai du mal à me rappeler de ton visage , ton allure et même de ton sourire…Tu as choisi un rythme de vie, on s’en fout, mais en même temps c’est toi qui s ’en foutait &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pas mal des restants des survivants de la soi disant famille que tu as fondé ! Quelle honte…Tu ne connais même pas la date de mon anniversaire, ni même celui de mes frères, tes fils, est ce que tu t’en rappelle encore ? Tu as eu des gosses, tu sais ! Est-ce que tu t’en souviens ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waouh, j’ai passe toute mon adolescence à te pleurer, toi et ton mal et ton absence, mais je t’ai toujours aimée de tout cœur, et comment ne pas aimer un mythe, quelqu’un qui est supposé faire partie de notre vie , mais à propos duquel , on entend juste en en parler ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Je ne me rappelle même plus de la dernière fois ou tu m’a acheté une tablette de chocolat, mais je suis sure que tu rappelle de la dernière fois que toi tu as eu du chocolat…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J’ai passe 6 ans loin de toi, du pays, ma mère me disait comment tu te saoulais et que tu me pleurais en lui disant que tu regrettais ne pas m’avoir vu grandir et à ce moment réaliser a quel point tu avais tord d’être aussi absent ! Que tu donnerai tout pour me revoir saine et sauve, fleurissant les années de ma jeunesse dans la joie&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;et la prosèperite…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6ans que je n’étais pas la, j’ai tenté vainement de t’oublier, tu vivais aux fins fonds de mon cœur mais j’essayais souvent de tuer ton souvenir, pour qu’il ne me détruise pas loin de toi loin de tout et de tous ! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maintenant je suis la , 7 mois après mon retour en Tunisie, je crois que je t’ai vu 4 fois, deux fois tu m’as appelée au téléphone parce que tu étais de bonne humeur après un apéritif ou deux, mais finalement tu mène ta vie comme d’habitude, ta voiture,tes amis tes copines et tes parties de plaisir…Tout est revenu a l’état initial ou je n’existe presque pas dans ton emploi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;du temps ou ton agenda et ou tu n’existe même pas dans ma nouvelle vie quotidienne si ennuyeuse et si vide…Est-ce que tu souviens de ta fille ? est-ce que tu pense é moi ?Est ce que je te manque autant que toi tu me manques ?Est ce que j’importe a un certain degré pour toi ? est ce que tu t’inquiète pour moi autant, plus ou moins que tu ne le fais pour toi-même, ta voiture et ta santé ?Est ce que tu as deja envisage le jour ou e repartirai peut être de nouveau, et que de nouveau tu te réveillera avec une tête de mort près une longue soirée ou la parité de plaisir a pris mauvaise tournure pour tes poches ??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu sais, tu te plains que tu n'a jamais d’argent mais n’est ce pas toi qui a cause tout ca , tout ce malheur qui t’arrive et que tu as du mal a gérer dans ta vie, ce n’est pas ta façon de choisir et de vivre qui l’a causee, vivre au jour le jour , mettre un costume Yves Saint Laurent, des chaussures Pierre Cardin, conduire une Mercedes , boire du whiskey, manger de l’escalope et n'avoir jamais goute au poulet, boire de l’eau minérale quand tes enfants ont manges des œufs aux plats pendant huit mois &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tes problemes de sante, n’est ce pas a cause du rythme de vie infernal que tu mène , a l’adolescent éternel , sans responsabilites et sans devoir ni envers ta premiere famille ni envers&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la deuxieme ?Es tu aussi aveugle a ce qui se passe autor de toi ? es tu aussi irresponsable ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Non, ce n'est pas de l’irresponsabilite, c'est de l’inconscience, tu n’as jamais realise a quel point tes enfants avaient besoin de ta presence , tu n'as jamais ouvert les yeux sur le faite que tu dois enormement a ma mere d’avoir rempli pour nous, le vide que toi tu as laisse derriere, juste pour que l’on t’en veule pas, elle a tout fait pour etre , et le pere et la mere, c'est clair , puisque a chaque fois que nous te reprochions ton absesnce et ta distance, tu croyais dur comme fer que c’etait ma mere qui nous detournait de toi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu sais, oui je sais que tu le sais, j'ai appelle ma mere une fois des Etats-Unis dans un etat d’ame pareil auquel tu parviens chaque soir,bourree d'alcool, et remplie de larmes a faire des rivieres, j'allais te devoiler ma haine et ma colere envers toi , j'allais te dire a quel point c 'etait de ta faute que je sois aussi froide mais que je sois aussi faible de cœur,comment tu representais une grande partie de la raison pour laquelle une &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;partie de moi etait morte,l’enfant en moi, et comment un monstre etait ne a sa place ,mon amour pour toi, mon besoin de toi , tout s’est transforme en haine et douleur,et colere&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tu as pris quatre and pour m’appeler le premiere fois apres que je sois partie et ce n’est nullement parce que tu m’en voulais, c’est juste que tu ne l’a pas en toi , cet amour paternel pour les enfants que tu as fait avec la femme que tu as aime un jour…Mais a chaque fois que j’en parlais avec ma mere elle essayait de me convaincre que je ne devais pas le faire, parce qu’elle pensait&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;véritablement que ce qui aurait suivi aurait ete de me couper totalement de toi a jamais…Bref, j'ai fini par t’appeler un jour ou mes deux apéritifs m’ont mis de bonne humeur mais Dieu qu’est ce que tu me manquais ezza7 ! Tu as decroche le telephone, j'ai dit : « Papa ? » tu as repondu : «  C’est qui ? » et je t’ai dit comme pour faire semblant de rigoler, oui c’est Houda, pourquoi tu me demande c'est qui? Tu as une autre fille qui t’appellerait papa ?Mais oh qu’est ce que c’etait blessant ! Tu en es arrive a meme oublier que tu avais une fille ? Tu ne reconnaissais meme pas ma voix et je ne te traversais surement l’esprit que lorsque tu pensais a voyager…Ou est ce que tu pourrais aller en vacances?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-9137170358216881646?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/9137170358216881646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=9137170358216881646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9137170358216881646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/9137170358216881646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-father-bastard.html' title='My father,  the bastard !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-4581563679703147343</id><published>2007-06-26T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:27:14.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A propos ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Qui n'a pas connu l'absence ne sait rien de l'amour. Qui a connu l'absence a pris connaissance de son néant - de cette connaissance lointaine qui fait trembler les bêtes à l'approche de leur mort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Christian Bobin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RoEvH-T6NoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A8e34VwdjKE/s1600-h/1131826364547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RoEvH-T6NoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A8e34VwdjKE/s400/1131826364547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080393668682724994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RoEv_-T6NpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qepVPseBVQ/s1600-h/1132340801759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RoEv_-T6NpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/0qepVPseBVQ/s400/1132340801759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080394630755399314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-4581563679703147343?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/4581563679703147343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=4581563679703147343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4581563679703147343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/4581563679703147343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/propos.html' title='A propos ....'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RoEvH-T6NoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/A8e34VwdjKE/s72-c/1131826364547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-2505576942015317454</id><published>2007-06-24T12:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:17:29.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DANGER !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't play with the fire, you might get burned !&lt;br /&gt;Beware of what you are doing to me, verily it is what an ex of mine have done before, that made me end up in your arms !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Rn5SHuT6NnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kMrLPRJR1ls/s1600-h/fmvamp035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Rn5SHuT6NnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kMrLPRJR1ls/s400/fmvamp035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079587722364597874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-2505576942015317454?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/2505576942015317454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=2505576942015317454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2505576942015317454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/2505576942015317454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/beware-of-what-you-are-doing-to-me.html' title='DANGER !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Rn5SHuT6NnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/kMrLPRJR1ls/s72-c/fmvamp035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5504184077314393868</id><published>2007-06-23T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T01:37:33.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild at Heart !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are truly wild at heart you will fight for your dreams, but don’t turn away from love, don’t turn away from love!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;David Lynch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5504184077314393868?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5504184077314393868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5504184077314393868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5504184077314393868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5504184077314393868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/wild-at-heart.html' title='Wild at Heart !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-5468649621499037675</id><published>2007-06-23T02:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:11:27.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>someone please call 911 !</title><content type='html'>La batterie de mon ordinateur portable a grillee, je savais que c'etait de la merde ce produit american a la con, je dois faire alimenter mon pc du courant directement, c'est faisable mais c'est chiant, ce n'est presque plus un portable! peff mella 7ala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-5468649621499037675?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/5468649621499037675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=5468649621499037675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5468649621499037675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/5468649621499037675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/someone-please-call-911.html' title='someone please call 911 !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1157275466400203659</id><published>2007-06-22T13:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T02:09:36.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer begins finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;a333333333  ,it was about fucking time, school is over and for good, I couldn't hold myself from screaming out of happiness, it was like a huge burden on my conscience , I wasn't sure I would be able to carry on till the end, I am no longer obliged to finish I got a job and I start soon , in a week or so, I don't want to talk about it anymore right now , I am too tired and need a nap... But from now on , summer is officially beginning for me , I can stay up late , sleep late not do shit and read read and read ...&lt;br /&gt;I have a few projects for the summer so I can keep myself busy , as I always did around here , I always found ways to entertain myself , in philly , it was different , I would go out, party, drink dance , shoot pool, here it's the quiet life, the layed back rythm of life that I missed , I missed the summer here, where I get to o.. nothing, absoluetely fucking nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I already talked to my mother about painting a mural in my room , I have a few beading  projects and lots of books to devour... I should start now as a matter of fact.&lt;br /&gt;I am also planning on working a little on my programming skills, a few novels, some classic literature, finishi my Anne Rice collection in English  as well..&lt;br /&gt;I might learn sewing too if I have time so I can just work on my clothes by myself , mama is too tired and busy to do all that by myself...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I will be back later fo more details ...&lt;br /&gt;me me me and the summer in Tunisia.&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/27445047-1157275466400203659?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1157275466400203659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1157275466400203659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1157275466400203659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1157275466400203659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-begins-finally.html' title='Summer begins finally!'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1886000542960798849</id><published>2007-06-17T21:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T00:07:03.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les fleurs du Mal !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est doux  d'etre dans les bras de celui qu'on aime, apres avoir attendu si longtemps...&lt;br /&gt;la separation est ce qui rend les retrouvailles plus delicieuses. La volupte est plus  charnelle, les caresses plus tendres , les mots plus profonds et le silence plus expressif.&lt;br /&gt;Les amoureux se retrouvent s'embrassent s'entrelacent et se confondent pour n'etre plus que deux corps en une ame , ou deux ames  en un corps. c'est la magie de l'amour, meme si quelques uns de ses tours sont de la magie noire, c'est le miracle de la vie  meme si elle  n'est pas toujours heureuse.&lt;br /&gt;J'adore ces vers:" Ah, tu m'aimes, je t'aime, que la mort ne nous ait qu'ivres morts de nous-meme!&lt;br /&gt;a toi.&lt;br /&gt;&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/27445047-1886000542960798849?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1886000542960798849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1886000542960798849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1886000542960798849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1886000542960798849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/les-fleurs-du-mal.html' title='Les fleurs du Mal !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-7738795591311997897</id><published>2007-06-16T03:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:16:21.472+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it, I am gonna hit the pillow, sick of studying, INFERNAL rythm , I would have been playin' pool sippin' on a damn Lager at Makos, while the Jukebox is playing "Kiss Me cause I'm shitfaced!" pff ! what a fuckin choice !&lt;br /&gt;No day is so Bad it can't be fixed with a NAP . ( Carrie Snow)&lt;br /&gt;Makos and everyone in there, I fuckin' miss you, but I am over it!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RnWjauT6NlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/z0M4tk3FF1k/s1600-h/makosold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RnWjauT6NlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/z0M4tk3FF1k/s400/makosold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077143834433566290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MAKOS: OLD MURAL ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RnWi7uT6NkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e21S0fONvs4/s1600-h/makos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RnWi7uT6NkI/AAAAAAAAAQU/e21S0fONvs4/s400/makos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077143301857621570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       MAKOS: THE CORNER OF 3RD ST AND SOUTH ST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics: makos myspace.&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/27445047-7738795591311997897?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/7738795591311997897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=7738795591311997897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7738795591311997897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/7738795591311997897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for thought !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/RnWjauT6NlI/AAAAAAAAAQc/z0M4tk3FF1k/s72-c/makosold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-1534275466034568880</id><published>2007-06-16T02:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T02:54:56.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch from your lust : Ben Harper</title><content type='html'>ghoneya tayara , enfin je trouve, esma3 wa7dek !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Touch From Your Lust"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I need to sleep but I'm too tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I need to come down but I'm too wired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;When the sun comes up I miss the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Cause I know tomorrow is gonna come too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Is gonna come too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;She only wants to be wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;But time crumbles blue roses to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I long to feel the touch from your lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Scars on your back tell where you've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;But I'll roll like the ocean if you'll blow like the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Sweet Texas angel what have your blue eyes seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll be your country gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;If you will be my Mason-Dixon Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;She only wants to be wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;But time crumbles blue roses to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I long to feel the touch from your lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;So much sweeter than all the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;You're what lies between pain and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Sinners and saints call you by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;If you're gonna take the praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;You're gonna have to learn to take the blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;She only wants to be wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;But time crumbles blue roses to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I long to feel the touch from your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;She only wants to be wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Time crumbles blue roses to dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;Now I long to feel the touch from your lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/964041-2ab"&gt;habbet we esma3 houni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-1534275466034568880?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/1534275466034568880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=1534275466034568880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1534275466034568880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/1534275466034568880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/touch-from-your-lust-ben-harper.html' title='Touch from your lust : Ben Harper'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27445047.post-323268870519815402</id><published>2007-06-14T05:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:00:00.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensees matinales !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;De l'Irrésolution :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les esprits irrésolus ne suivent presque jamais ni leur vue ni leur sentiment, tant qu’il leur reste une excuse pour ne pas se déterminer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Paul De gondi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De l'Egoïsme :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un égoïste est incapable d’aimer un ami. Mais il ne peut pas se passer d’amis: il ne s’aimerait jamais assez a lui tout seul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Eugène Labiche.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;De l'Illusion :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour faire illusion aux autres, il faut être capable de se faire illusion a soi-même, et c’est un privilège qui n’est donne qu’aux fanatisme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et au génie, aux fous et aux poètes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Charles Nodier.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De L’insensibilité :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L’indifférence fait les sages, et l’insensibilité les monstres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Diderot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De L’ennui :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La peur de l’ennui est la seule excuse du travail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Jules Renard.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;De l'Ivresse :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qu’importe le flacon, pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Verlaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27445047-323268870519815402?l=inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/feeds/323268870519815402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27445047&amp;postID=323268870519815402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/323268870519815402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27445047/posts/default/323268870519815402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthatlosthighway.blogspot.com/2007/06/pensees-matinales.html' title='Pensees matinales !'/><author><name>dobba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01872655163523331684</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8umLV_-lok/Seumnq0mXwI/AAAAAAAAAno/oN7W1uR3ArA/S220/99.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
