<?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-8964562595777117977</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:44:41.938+03:00</updated><category term='Pain in heart'/><title type='text'>Dance On My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-5597957203945158225</id><published>2011-07-20T20:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:18:28.592+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Love ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRuXikJxbSE/TicO897zLTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CaaHfEeGtYY/s1600/all+you+neede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRuXikJxbSE/TicO897zLTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CaaHfEeGtYY/s320/all+you+neede.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;By: Lhanz Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;To love is a beautiful, mysterious event; do not miss it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Be neither too cautious nor too absorbed. Too many of&lt;br /&gt;us reason with our hearts and experience with our heads.&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be so. The heart knows no logic beyond need&lt;br /&gt;and desire; the head has no senses except the common&lt;br /&gt;and the pragmatic. Neither, frankly, is useful in love&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Rely on your sixth sense, that little voice within.&lt;br /&gt;There is no preparation for or protection from the joy and&lt;br /&gt;pain of relationships. They are inseparable twins. One follows&lt;br /&gt;another. And make no mistake, love is not gay abandon;&lt;br /&gt;it is to be courageous, to take risks and be disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;(sender:lhan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8964562595777117977-5597957203945158225?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5597957203945158225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-love.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/5597957203945158225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/5597957203945158225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-it-love.html' title='Is it Love ?'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QRuXikJxbSE/TicO897zLTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/CaaHfEeGtYY/s72-c/all+you+neede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-1824896502168107913</id><published>2011-07-10T01:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T01:57:40.798+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain in heart'/><title type='text'>This WILL make you cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCypyJmTdVY/Thjcsh3xD4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZrNwoKoVR8/s1600/familyapproachingwhitescity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCypyJmTdVY/Thjcsh3xD4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZrNwoKoVR8/s640/familyapproachingwhitescity.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #0081d2; font-family: Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 34px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: #0081d2; font-family: Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 34px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This WILL make you cry&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;"When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them, especially their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Now you have a new career opportunity in another city and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma, Calibri, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Verdana; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-1824896502168107913?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1824896502168107913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-will-make-you-cry.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/1824896502168107913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/1824896502168107913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-will-make-you-cry.html' title='This WILL make you cry'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCypyJmTdVY/Thjcsh3xD4I/AAAAAAAAAHs/vZrNwoKoVR8/s72-c/familyapproachingwhitescity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-2529735081468932894</id><published>2009-10-18T16:24:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T10:19:11.668+03:00</updated><title type='text'>You changed my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/TMOHcRrCIcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0ZPmmilI5HY/s1600/1252959453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/TMOHcRrCIcI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0ZPmmilI5HY/s640/1252959453.jpg" width="474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;You changed my world with a blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;That is something that I can not deny&lt;br /&gt;You put my soul from worst to best&lt;br /&gt;That is why I treasure you my dearest Marites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know what you have done for me&lt;br /&gt;You even pushed me to the best that I can be&lt;br /&gt;You really are an angel sent from above&lt;br /&gt;To take care of me and shower with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear&lt;br /&gt;And your touch have chased away all of my fear&lt;br /&gt;You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;It is even better everytime you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so magical those things you've made&lt;br /&gt;To bring back my faith that almost fade&lt;br /&gt;Now my life is a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;It all began when I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have found what I am looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's you and your love and nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Co'z you have given me this feeling of contentment&lt;br /&gt;In my life something I've never felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could talk 'til the end of day&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm running out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;So I'll end by the line you already know&lt;br /&gt;"I LOVE YOU" more than what I could show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/8964562595777117977-2529735081468932894?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2529735081468932894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-changed-my-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/2529735081468932894'/><link 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type='text'>when you,re broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/Sfq05kZ9yeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gxG9v0ZYU54/s1600-h/broken+heart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330772010064529890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/Sfq05kZ9yeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gxG9v0ZYU54/s640/broken+heart.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Wake up to a Sunny Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Not a cloud up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And then it starts to rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My defenses hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And they shatter all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So open and exposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But I found strenghth in the struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Face to face with my troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;In a Million little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And your tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But you can't hold on any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't you stop believin' in your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Little girl don't be so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I know what you're going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't let it beat you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Hittin' walls and gettin' scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Only makes you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Only makes you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;No matter how much your heart is aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;There is beauty in the breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;In a Million little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And your tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But you can't hold on any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't you stop believin' in your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Better days are gonna find you once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Every piece will find it's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;In a Million little pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;And your tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;But you can't hold on any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Every tear falls down for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Don't you stop believin' in your self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Oh When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;When you're broken &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/8964562595777117977-3360623211109951427?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/Sfq05kZ9yeI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gxG9v0ZYU54/s72-c/broken+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-3225424158011161997</id><published>2009-05-01T11:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:48:21.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SfquHv5TRKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zZxKeTfCcr4/s1600-h/romance-layout_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330764557085525154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SfquHv5TRKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zZxKeTfCcr4/s320/romance-layout_01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 278px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;In the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Your face it glows&lt;br /&gt;Like a thousand diamonds&lt;br /&gt;I suppose&lt;br /&gt;And your hair flows like&lt;br /&gt;The ocean breeze&lt;br /&gt;Not a million fights&lt;br /&gt;Could make me hate you&lt;br /&gt;You’re invincible&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It’s true&lt;br /&gt;It’s in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Where I find peace&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s light up the town, scream out loud!&lt;br /&gt;Is it broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can we work it out?&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You’re ready to break&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look away.&lt;br /&gt;So here we are now&lt;br /&gt;In a place where&lt;br /&gt;The sun blended&lt;br /&gt;With the ocean thin.&lt;br /&gt;So thin, we stand&lt;br /&gt;Across from each other&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ll wonder&lt;br /&gt;If we will last these days&lt;br /&gt;If I asked you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me&lt;br /&gt;You would be mine?&lt;br /&gt;And time&lt;br /&gt;Is all I ask for&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;I just need one more day&lt;br /&gt;And time&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been crying too long&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;And your tears wrote this song&lt;br /&gt;Stay&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Your face it glows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-3225424158011161997?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3225424158011161997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/3225424158011161997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/3225424158011161997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-hearts.html' title='Broken hearts'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SfquHv5TRKI/AAAAAAAAAGw/zZxKeTfCcr4/s72-c/romance-layout_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-3633433179117265915</id><published>2009-01-23T06:07:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:47:46.316+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BE AROUND YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SXk02qTuJyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KZm740vuW80/s1600-h/41493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294320950625314594" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SXk02qTuJyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KZm740vuW80/s640/41493.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900;"&gt;I call you my friend&lt;br /&gt;And thats all that I do&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to pretend&lt;br /&gt;To find ways to be around you?&lt;br /&gt;You've been there all along&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand like you do.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel that its wrong&lt;br /&gt;To love to be around you?&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;maybe I've been hopelessly blind to your beauty&lt;br /&gt;And you have a sweet sinful smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you turn me upside down and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel what I feel? Well?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel this way too?&lt;br /&gt;That every wound seems to heal when I am around you&lt;br /&gt;And I must be losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been hopelessly blind to your beaauty.&lt;br /&gt;And you have a sweet sinful smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;You turn me upside down and around and around and around&lt;br /&gt;And I must be losing my mind maybe you have a sweet sinful smile&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you turn me upside down and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Turn me upside down and around and around&lt;br /&gt;Turn me upside down and around and around&lt;br /&gt;My feet don't touch the ground when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you you you you 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/8964562595777117977-3633433179117265915?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SXk02qTuJyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KZm740vuW80/s72-c/41493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-3006588969129453007</id><published>2009-01-03T00:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T19:43:59.604+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don,t leave without me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SV_Z24Bt-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XwaCkX7FGNA/s1600-h/ggg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287184024332007874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SV_Z24Bt-cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/XwaCkX7FGNA/s320/ggg.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 290px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&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;You who are looking for the star&lt;br /&gt;You who lives a dream&lt;br /&gt;You hero from space&lt;br /&gt;With a heart bigger than earth&lt;br /&gt;You give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;Take me far from here&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave without me, let me survive&lt;br /&gt;You who fly to other lives, let me live&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful adventure, the most beautiful trips&lt;br /&gt;That lead someday to suns, to planets of love&lt;br /&gt;You the new poets&lt;br /&gt;You the magic birds&lt;br /&gt;You you’ll probably find&lt;br /&gt;New musics&lt;br /&gt;You give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing also&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave without me, let me survive&lt;br /&gt;You who fly to other lives, let me live&lt;br /&gt;The blue of infinite, the joy of being free&lt;br /&gt;On rays on suns&lt;br /&gt;On songs on wonders&lt;br /&gt;And in a sky of love&lt;br /&gt;The blue of the infinite, the joy of being free&lt;br /&gt;You who are looking for another life&lt;br /&gt;You who are flying towards the year 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-3006588969129453007?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3006588969129453007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-leave-without-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/3006588969129453007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as a sun caresses my nose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as I see two birds flying away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I leave the earth, I fly over the life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if you kiss me, nothing can stop me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do a complete tour around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grab your coat, grab your violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let’s fly away on a song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your clear eyes that heat up january&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With your little wind that blows over july&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make seasons pass by in reverse order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgetting winter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You play to my life as we play with a ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me I turn round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prends ton manteau, prends ton violon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, friday and all the other days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With God ans all the angels around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go around, around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il y a des jardins qui n’attendent que nous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are gardens that are only waiting for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birds that are crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And me in my dreams in black and in colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grab your coat, grab your violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All airplanes are calling us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open their wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In black and in colors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We go around the flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grab your coat, grab your violin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All airplanes are calling us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open their wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come go around the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viens, , ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come, , , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-6796660351007057615?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6796660351007057615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/01/around-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-789298671974573756</id><published>2009-01-01T06:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:06:14.526+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When I would play my song&lt;br /&gt;You used to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to forget&lt;br /&gt;How fragile are the very strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't steal you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I can't stay&lt;br /&gt;So I put band-aids on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And watch you fly away&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you away tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you on a bird's strong wing&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving you the best way I know how&lt;br /&gt;I hope again one day to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;You know we're not so far away&lt;br /&gt;Get on a boat, get on a train&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever think you're drowning&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to slow the rain&lt;br /&gt;In two years or so&lt;br /&gt;Drop me a line&lt;br /&gt;Write me a letter&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find you're doing better, better than today, better everyday&lt;br /&gt;I'm sending you away tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll put you on a bird's strong wing&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving you the best way I know how&lt;br /&gt;I hope again one day to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving you the only way that I know how&lt;br /&gt;I hope again one day to hear you sing&lt;br /&gt;I hope again one day to see you bring your smile back around again&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/8964562595777117977-789298671974573756?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/789298671974573756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-7251066102508664135</id><published>2008-12-30T23:17:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:49:55.434+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sad ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqFTu4-h6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Oi7fzV4J14c/s1600-h/Ingrad+Michaelson+002_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683686723717026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqFTu4-h6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Oi7fzV4J14c/s320/Ingrad+Michaelson+002_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;It's not bad to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Dust off your hands&lt;br /&gt;And reach into foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;Of your mind&lt;br /&gt;Dont be kind cuz we're all fools&lt;br /&gt;Each others tools&lt;br /&gt;When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Give me this empty bottle feeling&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to repaint&lt;br /&gt;It's time to repaint myself&lt;br /&gt;Try not to peer through plastic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Through plastic eyes&lt;br /&gt;Peel back the rind&lt;br /&gt;And youll find something kind&lt;br /&gt;You're still you, remember you&lt;br /&gt;Rosy child, strong and wild&lt;br /&gt;With apple lungs&lt;br /&gt;You, you breathe with ease&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Floating on the breeze&lt;br /&gt;When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Give me this empty bottle feeling&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to repaint&lt;br /&gt;It's time to repaint my...&lt;br /&gt;When the cracks on my bedroom ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Give me this empty bottle feeling&lt;br /&gt;I think its time to repaint&lt;br /&gt;It's time to repaint myself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blue or green&lt;br /&gt;Or something in between&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blue, maybe green&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something in between&lt;br /&gt;Maybe blue or green&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something&lt;br /&gt;In between&lt;br /&gt;In between&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/8964562595777117977-7251066102508664135?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7251066102508664135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-8036888691716168510</id><published>2008-12-30T21:45:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:45:54.305+03:00</updated><title type='text'>On The RainBow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqIeDfhrmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYqjUBwXkuk/s1600-h/rainbow_path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285687162587688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqIeDfhrmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYqjUBwXkuk/s320/rainbow_path.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqIRK3GdsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OdVeSYMUpbY/s1600-h/rainbow_path.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqIHkcP5oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9vJyEfIQvss/s1600-h/RainbowOverPotalaPalacePicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Way up high,&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I've heard of&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The bluebirds fly so high&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then oh why can't I&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;br /&gt;Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The Bluebirds fly.&lt;br /&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Why then oh why can't I&lt;br /&gt;Why then oh why can't&lt;/div&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/8964562595777117977-8036888691716168510?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8036888691716168510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/8036888691716168510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/8036888691716168510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-rainbow.html' title='On The RainBow'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqIeDfhrmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/pYqjUBwXkuk/s72-c/rainbow_path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-8280600408782116378</id><published>2008-12-30T15:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:39:32.729+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner of your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqGG68kP8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YrVMCke0O70/s1600-h/invite-romance-back-into-your-relationship-af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285684566133325762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqGG68kP8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YrVMCke0O70/s320/invite-romance-back-into-your-relationship-af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a corner of your heart for me.&lt;br /&gt;There's a corner of your heart just for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will pack my bags just to stay in the corner of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Just to stay in the corner of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;There is room beneath your bed for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is room beneath your bed just for me.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave this town just to sleep underneath your bed.&lt;br /&gt;Just to sleep underneath your bed.&lt;br /&gt;There's one minute of your day.&lt;br /&gt;There's one minute of your day.&lt;br /&gt;I will leave this man just to occupy one minute of your day.&lt;br /&gt;Just to occupy one minute of your day.&lt;br /&gt;Just to sleep underneath your bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-8280600408782116378?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8280600408782116378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/corner-of-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/8280600408782116378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/8280600408782116378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/corner-of-your-heart.html' title='Corner of your heart'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVqGG68kP8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/YrVMCke0O70/s72-c/invite-romance-back-into-your-relationship-af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-7243156387226198748</id><published>2008-12-30T02:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T03:11:55.614+03:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DREAM COME TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun shine,i meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;The bird will come and sing that song,at the tree,&lt;br /&gt;Yes babe,the dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;Yes at that old tree,&lt;br /&gt;Before the sun shine,&lt;br /&gt;I will love you,&lt;br /&gt;our roads crossed again,me , you , and the bird,&lt;br /&gt;We will sing that song, yes babe,&lt;br /&gt;The dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;yes babe i will love you,&lt;br /&gt;When sun shine i go deep through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You and me,sing that song,,the dream come true,&lt;br /&gt;Yes babe, each moment, i love you,&lt;br /&gt;Our roads crossed again, and the dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8964562595777117977-7243156387226198748?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7243156387226198748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-come-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/7243156387226198748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/7243156387226198748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/dream-come-true.html' title='THE DREAM COME TRUE'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964562595777117977.post-3788359235901666690</id><published>2008-12-29T06:01:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:40:13.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SViYHxgnrWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Iv9DzcWMWZA/s1600-h/20080401_ingrid_michaelson_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285141422035938658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SViYHxgnrWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Iv9DzcWMWZA/s320/20080401_ingrid_michaelson_33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.&lt;br /&gt;So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,&lt;br /&gt;And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.&lt;br /&gt;And we are so fragile,&lt;br /&gt;And our cracking bones make noise,&lt;br /&gt;And we are just,&lt;br /&gt;Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.&lt;br /&gt;In your two ton death trap I finally saw.&lt;br /&gt;A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.&lt;br /&gt;Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;And we are so fragile,&lt;br /&gt;And our cracking bones make noise,&lt;br /&gt;And we are just,&lt;br /&gt;Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.&lt;br /&gt;And we are so fragile,&lt;br /&gt;And our cracking bones make noise,&lt;br /&gt;And we are just,&lt;br /&gt;Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-&lt;br /&gt;Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-&lt;br /&gt;Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8964562595777117977-3788359235901666690?l=danceonmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3788359235901666690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/breakable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/3788359235901666690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8964562595777117977/posts/default/3788359235901666690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://danceonmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/12/breakable.html' title='Breakable'/><author><name>Blue Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16602276377740432468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SVlhmkYsH1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/6B3CHa8tWKg/S220/estbv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VnixV1N8g-k/SViYHxgnrWI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Iv9DzcWMWZA/s72-c/20080401_ingrid_michaelson_33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
