<?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-9625935</id><updated>2011-07-27T01:01:04.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to live by (English)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-111331435506390720</id><published>2005-04-12T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T15:59:15.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>No Ordinary Love - Sade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you all the love I got&lt;br /&gt;I gave you more than I could give&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all that I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And you took my love&lt;br /&gt;You took my love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I believe&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody say that&lt;br /&gt;A love like that won't last&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I give you&lt;br /&gt;All that I've got to give baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gave you all the love I got&lt;br /&gt;I gave you more than I could give&lt;br /&gt;I gave you love&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all that I have inside&lt;br /&gt;And you took my love&lt;br /&gt;You took my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep crying&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you came my way&lt;br /&gt;You brightened every day&lt;br /&gt;With your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;What I believe&lt;br /&gt;Did somebody say that&lt;br /&gt;A love like that won't last&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I give you&lt;br /&gt;All that I've got to give baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep crying&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying for you&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like you and I baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;This is no ordinary love&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep trying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep crying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep flying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep flying I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep trying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep crying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep flying for you&lt;br /&gt;Keep flying for you I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-111331435506390720?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/111331435506390720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=111331435506390720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/111331435506390720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/111331435506390720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-ordinary-love-sade.html' title='No Ordinary Love - Sade'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-111078692143290650</id><published>2005-03-14T10:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T09:55:21.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Conversations - Concrete Blonde</title><content type='html'>The Little Conversation&lt;br /&gt;Is Over Very Soon&lt;br /&gt;And I watch in admiration&lt;br /&gt;From my corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;They shine on you with starry eyes...&lt;br /&gt;They rain a friendly storm.&lt;br /&gt;Like kids around a Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;And then you smile all nice and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Conversations&lt;br /&gt;If I tried my very best&lt;br /&gt;you know I never could say anything&lt;br /&gt;In twenty words or less.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, sometime, down the line&lt;br /&gt;someday I may confess,&lt;br /&gt;and spill it all. that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Little Conversations&lt;br /&gt;On me are very rough&lt;br /&gt;They leave me all in pieces&lt;br /&gt;You know there's never time enough&lt;br /&gt;like a book with missing pages&lt;br /&gt;like a story incomplete&lt;br /&gt;like a painting left unfinished&lt;br /&gt;it feels like not enough to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Starvin'&lt;br /&gt;these little conversations&lt;br /&gt;well for me they'll never do&lt;br /&gt;now what am I supposed to do with&lt;br /&gt;broken sentences of you?&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay in my corner&lt;br /&gt;`cause that's all that i can do&lt;br /&gt;and let the others speak for me.&lt;br /&gt;Little Conversations&lt;br /&gt;Are We.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-111078692143290650?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/111078692143290650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=111078692143290650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/111078692143290650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/111078692143290650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2005/03/little-conversations-concrete-blonde.html' title='Little Conversations - Concrete Blonde'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110725938493702905</id><published>2005-02-01T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T14:03:04.936+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before You Came (Abba)</title><content type='html'>I must have left my house at eight, because I always do&lt;br /&gt;My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due&lt;br /&gt;I must have read the morning paper going into town&lt;br /&gt;And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned&lt;br /&gt;I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine&lt;br /&gt;With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed&lt;br /&gt;I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so&lt;br /&gt;The usual place, the usual bunch&lt;br /&gt;And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained&lt;br /&gt;The day before you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two&lt;br /&gt;And at the time I never even noticed I was blue&lt;br /&gt;I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day&lt;br /&gt;Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away&lt;br /&gt;At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule&lt;br /&gt;A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school&lt;br /&gt;The train back home again&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame&lt;br /&gt;The day before you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so&lt;br /&gt;And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV&lt;br /&gt;There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see&lt;br /&gt;I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten&lt;br /&gt;I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then&lt;br /&gt;I must have read a while&lt;br /&gt;The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim&lt;br /&gt;The day before you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turning out the light&lt;br /&gt;I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night&lt;br /&gt;And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain&lt;br /&gt;The day before you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110725938493702905?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110725938493702905/comments/default' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110414443796611132</id><published>2004-12-27T13:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T12:47:17.966+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Book of Love </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of Love&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;(from the soundtrack of "Shall We Dance"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;No one can lift the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you read to me&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You can read me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love has music in it&lt;br /&gt;In fact that's where music comes from&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just transcendental&lt;br /&gt;Some of it is just really dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you sing to me&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You can sing me anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book of love is long and boring&lt;br /&gt;And written very long ago&lt;br /&gt;It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes&lt;br /&gt;And things we're all too young to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you give me things&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;You ought to give me wedding rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110414443796611132?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110414443796611132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110414443796611132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110414443796611132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110414443796611132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/book-of-love.html' title='Book of Love '/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110406144631464980</id><published>2004-12-26T13:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T13:44:06.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Me to the End of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon&lt;br /&gt;Show me slowly what I only know the limits of&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long&lt;br /&gt;We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the children who are asking to be born&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn&lt;br /&gt;Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin&lt;br /&gt;Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in&lt;br /&gt;Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;Dance me to the end of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110406144631464980?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110406144631464980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110406144631464980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110406144631464980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110406144631464980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/dance-me-to-end-of-love.html' title='Dance Me to the End of Love'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110405165076880018</id><published>2004-12-26T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:00:50.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Arc of Your Mallet (Rumi)</title><content type='html'>Don't go anywhere without me.&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,&lt;br /&gt;or on the ground, in this world or that world,&lt;br /&gt;without my being in its happening.&lt;br /&gt;Vision, see nothing I don't see.&lt;br /&gt;Language, say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The way the night knows itself with the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Be that with me. Be the rose&lt;br /&gt;nearest to the thorn that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,&lt;br /&gt;in the arc of your mallet when you work,&lt;br /&gt;when you visit friends, when you go&lt;br /&gt;up on the roof by yourself at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing worse than to walk out along the street&lt;br /&gt;without you. I don't know where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;You're the road and the knower of roads,&lt;br /&gt;more than maps, more than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110405165076880018?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110405165076880018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110405165076880018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405165076880018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405165076880018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-arc-of-your-mallet-rumi.html' title='In The Arc of Your Mallet (Rumi)'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110405149859690407</id><published>2004-12-26T11:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T10:58:18.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say I Am You (Rumi)</title><content type='html'>I am dust particles in sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;I am the round sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the bits of dust I say, Stay.&lt;br /&gt;To the sun, Keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am morning mist,&lt;br /&gt;and the breathing of evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wind in the top of a grove,&lt;br /&gt;and surf on the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,&lt;br /&gt;I am also the coral reef they founder on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.&lt;br /&gt;Silence, thought, and voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musical air coming through a flute,&lt;br /&gt;a spark of a stone, a flickering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in metal. Both candle,&lt;br /&gt;and the moth crazy around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose, and the nightingale&lt;br /&gt;lost in the fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,&lt;br /&gt;the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the falling away. What is,&lt;br /&gt;and what isn't. You who know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelaluddin, You the one&lt;br /&gt;in all, say who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. Say I&lt;br /&gt;am You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110405149859690407?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110405149859690407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110405149859690407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405149859690407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405149859690407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/say-i-am-you-rumi.html' title='Say I Am You (Rumi)'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110405239251615352</id><published>2004-12-26T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:13:12.516+02:00</updated><title type='text'>To speak of trees (Brecht)</title><content type='html'>For this world we live in&lt;br /&gt;None of us is sly enough.&lt;br /&gt;Never do we notice&lt;br /&gt;All is lie and bluff.&lt;br /&gt;Caesar beat the Gauls.&lt;br /&gt;Was there not even a cook in his army?&lt;br /&gt;Do not treat me in this fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t leave me out. Have I not&lt;br /&gt;Always spoken the truth in my books? And now&lt;br /&gt;You treat me like a liar! I order you:&lt;br /&gt;Burn me!&lt;br /&gt;Those who lead the country into the abyss&lt;br /&gt;Call ruling too difficult&lt;br /&gt;For ordinary men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah, what an age it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When to speak of trees is almost a crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;For it is a kind of silence about injustice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Bertolt Brecht (1898–1956), German playwright, poet. Selected Poems, “To Posterity,” (1939; tr. 1947 by H. R. Hays). Written in response to the Nazi book burnings in 1933 a lament during World War II for not being able to write about the good and the beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110405239251615352?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110405239251615352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110405239251615352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405239251615352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405239251615352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-speak-of-trees-brecht.html' title='To speak of trees (Brecht)'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110405260331332845</id><published>2004-12-26T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:16:43.313+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rhythm Of Spring (Rod McKeun)</title><content type='html'>All the trees are pink.&lt;br /&gt;Plum blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;or are they small extensions         &lt;br /&gt;of the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;fill the lower sky&lt;br /&gt;above the horizon&lt;br /&gt;trapping the season&lt;br /&gt;for all time,&lt;br /&gt;or for what time    &lt;br /&gt;we know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is only your smile&lt;br /&gt;or is it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's one more opening          &lt;br /&gt;into you&lt;br /&gt;that I should come through         &lt;br /&gt;softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, I will come,&lt;br /&gt;I will be&lt;br /&gt;concerning you.&lt;br /&gt;Your rhythm will be my own.&lt;br /&gt;Even your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;should not be    &lt;br /&gt;independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110405260331332845?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110405260331332845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110405260331332845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405260331332845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405260331332845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/rhythm-of-spring-rod-mckeun.html' title='The Rhythm Of Spring (Rod McKeun)'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110405309322458541</id><published>2004-12-26T10:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T11:24:53.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How Insensitive</title><content type='html'>How insensitive&lt;br /&gt;I must have seemed&lt;br /&gt;When he told me that he loved me&lt;br /&gt;How unmoved and cold&lt;br /&gt;I must have seemed&lt;br /&gt;When he told me so sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Why, he must have asked&lt;br /&gt;Did I just turn and stare in icy silence&lt;br /&gt;What was I to say&lt;br /&gt;What can you say when a love affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he’s gone away&lt;br /&gt;And I’m alone with the memory of his last look&lt;br /&gt;Vague and drawn and sad&lt;br /&gt;I see it still&lt;br /&gt;All his heartbreak in that last look&lt;br /&gt;Why he must have asked&lt;br /&gt;Did I just stare in icy silence&lt;br /&gt;What was I to do&lt;br /&gt;What can one do when a love affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writer(s): antonio carlos jobim - ray gilbert - vinicius demoraes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110405309322458541?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110405309322458541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110405309322458541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405309322458541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110405309322458541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-insensitive.html' title='How Insensitive'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110392335268281598</id><published>2004-12-24T23:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:22:32.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Have Danced All Night</title><content type='html'>I could have danced all night&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced all night&lt;br /&gt;And still have begged for more&lt;br /&gt;I could have spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;And done a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ever done before&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what made it so exciting&lt;br /&gt;But all at once my heart took flight&lt;br /&gt;I only know when he began to dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced, danced, danced, danced, danced, danced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed? I couldn't go to bed&lt;br /&gt;My head's too light to try to settle down&lt;br /&gt;Sleep? I couldn't sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Not for all the jewels in the crown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know what made it so exciting&lt;br /&gt;But all at once my heart took flight&lt;br /&gt;I only know when he began to dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced, danced, danced, danced all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110392335268281598?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110392335268281598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110392335268281598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110392335268281598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110392335268281598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-could-have-danced-all-night.html' title='I Could Have Danced All Night'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110392281470139870</id><published>2004-12-24T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:13:34.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway</title><content type='html'>When marimba rhythms start to play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, make me sway&lt;br /&gt;Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close, sway me more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a flower bending in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Bend with me, sway with ease&lt;br /&gt;When we dance you have a way with me&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me, sway with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dancers may be on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dear, but my eyes will see only you&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the magic technique&lt;br /&gt;When we sway I go weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;br /&gt;Long before it begins&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other dancers may be on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Dear, but my eyes will see only you&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the magic technique&lt;br /&gt;When we sway I go weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the sounds of violins&lt;br /&gt;Long before it begins&lt;br /&gt;Make me thrill as only you know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;You know how&lt;br /&gt;Sway me smooth, sway me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110392281470139870?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110392281470139870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110392281470139870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110392281470139870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110392281470139870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/sway.html' title='Sway'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110392262250136345</id><published>2004-12-24T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:10:22.500+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shall We Dance?</title><content type='html'>We've just been introduced&lt;br /&gt;I do not know you well&lt;br /&gt;But when the music started&lt;br /&gt;Something drew me to your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many men and girls&lt;br /&gt;Are in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;It made me think we might be similarly occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we then say "goodnight" and mean "goodbye?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, per chance when the last little star has left the sky&lt;br /&gt;Shall we still be together with our arms around each other&lt;br /&gt;And shall you be my new romance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;Shall we dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Music by Richard Rodgers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vocals by Yul Brenner (Dubbed Vocals by Marni Nixon) from "The King and I"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110392262250136345?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110392262250136345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110392262250136345' title='0 Comments'/><link 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perderte&lt;br /&gt;perderte despues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tenerte muy cerca&lt;br /&gt;mirarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;verte junto a mi&lt;br /&gt;Piensa que tal vez manana&lt;br /&gt;yo ya estare lejos&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos de aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Como si fuera esta la noche la ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;que tengo miedo a perderte&lt;br /&gt;perderte despues&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357719527459655?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357719527459655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357719527459655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357719527459655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357719527459655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/besame-mucho.html' title='Besame Mucho'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357913404514844</id><published>2004-12-20T23:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:45:34.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Windmills of Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Round like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning&lt;br /&gt;On an ever-spinning reel&lt;br /&gt;Like a snowball down a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or a carnival balloon&lt;br /&gt;Like a carousel that's turning&lt;br /&gt;Running rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Spinning silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a tunnel that you follow&lt;br /&gt;To a tunnel of its own&lt;br /&gt;Down a hollow to a cavern&lt;br /&gt;Where the sun has never shone&lt;br /&gt;Like a door that keeps revolving&lt;br /&gt;In a half-forgotten dream&lt;br /&gt;Like the ripples from a pebble&lt;br /&gt;Someone tosses in a stream&lt;br /&gt;Like a clock whose hands are sweeping&lt;br /&gt;Past the minutes on its face&lt;br /&gt;And the world is like an apple&lt;br /&gt;Spinning silently in space&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keys that jingle in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;Words that jangle in your head&lt;br /&gt;Why did summer go so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I said?&lt;br /&gt;Lovers walk along a shore&lt;br /&gt;And leave their footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Was the sound of distant drumming&lt;br /&gt;Just the fingers of your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Pictures hanging in a hallway&lt;br /&gt;Or the fragment of a song&lt;br /&gt;Half-remembered names and faces&lt;br /&gt;But to whom do they belong?&lt;br /&gt;When you knew that it was over&lt;br /&gt;Were you suddenly aware&lt;br /&gt;That the autumn leaves were turning&lt;br /&gt;To the colour of her hair?&lt;br /&gt;Like a circle in a spiral&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel within a wheel&lt;br /&gt;Never ending or beginning&lt;br /&gt;On an ever-spinning reel&lt;br /&gt;As the images unwind&lt;br /&gt;Like the circles that you find&lt;br /&gt;In the windmills of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357913404514844?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357913404514844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357913404514844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357913404514844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357913404514844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/windmills-of-your-mind.html' title='Windmills of Your Mind'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357896435227284</id><published>2004-12-20T23:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:42:44.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>The whole world's broke&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't worth fixing&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start all over&lt;br /&gt;make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;There's too much pain&lt;br /&gt;too much suffering&lt;br /&gt;Let's resolve to start all over&lt;br /&gt;make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I love life and living&lt;br /&gt;But when you wake up and look around&lt;br /&gt;at everything that's going down&lt;br /&gt;All wrong&lt;br /&gt;You see we need to change it now,&lt;br /&gt;this world with too few happy endings&lt;br /&gt;We can resolve to start all over&lt;br /&gt;make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is broken into fragments and pieces&lt;br /&gt;That once were joined together&lt;br /&gt;in a unified whole&lt;br /&gt;But now too many stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;There's too much separation&lt;br /&gt;We can resolve to come together&lt;br /&gt;in the new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can break the cycle - We can break the chain&lt;br /&gt;We can start all over&lt;br /&gt;In the new beginning&lt;br /&gt;We can learn, we can teach&lt;br /&gt;We can share the myths, the dreams, the prayer&lt;br /&gt;The notion that we can do better&lt;br /&gt;Change our lives and paths&lt;br /&gt;Create a new world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And start all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's broke&lt;br /&gt;and it ain't worth fixing&lt;br /&gt;It's time to start all over,&lt;br /&gt;make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;There's too much fighting,&lt;br /&gt;too little understanding&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop and start all over&lt;br /&gt;Make a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to make new symbols&lt;br /&gt;Make new signs&lt;br /&gt;Make a new language&lt;br /&gt;With these we'll define the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And start all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357896435227284?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357896435227284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357896435227284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and you alone were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;please give your loving heart to me&lt;br /&gt;and say we'll never part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you every morning&lt;br /&gt;Dream of you every night&lt;br /&gt;Darling I'm never lonely&lt;br /&gt;whenever you are in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;for sentimental reasons&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do believe me&lt;br /&gt;I've given you my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for sentimental reasons&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do believe me&lt;br /&gt;I've given you my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357867711205431?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357867711205431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357867711205431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357867711205431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357867711205431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/for-sentimental-reasons.html' title='For Sentimental Reasons'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357857167431846</id><published>2004-12-20T23:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:36:11.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Way</title><content type='html'>And now, the end is near;&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I'll say it clear,&lt;br /&gt;I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a life that's full.&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;&lt;br /&gt;But more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, I've had a few;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, too few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption.&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course;&lt;br /&gt;Each careful step along the byway,&lt;br /&gt;But more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off more than I could chew.&lt;br /&gt;But through it all, when there was doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;I faced it all and I stood tall;&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved, I've laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill; my share of losing.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as tears subside,&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that;&lt;br /&gt;And may I say - not in a shy way,&lt;br /&gt;"No, oh no not me,I did it my way".&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man, what has he got?&lt;br /&gt;If not himself, then he has naught.&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels;&lt;br /&gt;And not the words of one who kneels.&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows -And did it my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357857167431846?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357857167431846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357857167431846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357857167431846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357857167431846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-way.html' title='My Way'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357843871846462</id><published>2004-12-20T23:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:33:58.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting</title><content type='html'>Drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops&lt;br /&gt;On a lifeboat&lt;br /&gt;Sailing for your love&lt;br /&gt;Sailing home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting on a sea of old heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;On a lifeboat&lt;br /&gt;Sailing for your love&lt;br /&gt;Sailing home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357843871846462?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357843871846462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357843871846462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357843871846462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357843871846462'/><link 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says&lt;br /&gt;It’s all right,&lt;br /&gt;Take anything you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Anything&lt;br /&gt;Fly on little wing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah…little wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357835935735194?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357835935735194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357835935735194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357835935735194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357835935735194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/little-wing.html' title='Little Wing'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357822579300986</id><published>2004-12-20T23:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:30:25.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You Dance</title><content type='html'>I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,&lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,&lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted,&lt;br /&gt;GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance&lt;br /&gt;Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',&lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,&lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance....I hope you dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357822579300986?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357822579300986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357822579300986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357822579300986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357822579300986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I Hope You Dance'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357802522231276</id><published>2004-12-20T23:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:27:05.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got You Under My Skin</title><content type='html'>I've got you under my skin&lt;br /&gt;I have got you deep in the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me&lt;br /&gt;And I've got you under my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried so, not to give in&lt;br /&gt;I've said to myself this affair it never would go so well&lt;br /&gt;But why should I try to resist when I know so well&lt;br /&gt;That I've got you under my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sacrifice anything come would might&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of having you near&lt;br /&gt;In spite of a warning voice,&lt;br /&gt;that comes in the night and repeats in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you fool you never can win&lt;br /&gt;Use your mentality, wake up to reality&lt;br /&gt;For each time I do,&lt;br /&gt;just the thought of you makes me stop before I begin&lt;br /&gt;Because I've got you under my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357802522231276?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357802522231276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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dance</title><content type='html'>There may be trouble ahead&lt;br /&gt;But while there's music&lt;br /&gt;and moonlight and love and romance&lt;br /&gt;Let's face the music and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the fiddlers have fled&lt;br /&gt;Before they ask us to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;and while we still have the chance&lt;br /&gt;Let's face the music and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll be without the moon,&lt;br /&gt;humming a different tune and then&lt;br /&gt;There may be teardrops to shed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while there's moonlight&lt;br /&gt;and music and love and romance&lt;br /&gt;Let's face the music and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357788832232145?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110357762273911820</id><published>2004-12-20T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T23:20:22.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Besame Mucho (French)</title><content type='html'>Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Cette chanson d'autrefois je la chante pour toi&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Comme une histoire d'amour qui ne finirait pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On l'a chantée dans les rues sous des ciels inconnus&lt;br /&gt;et dans toute la France&lt;br /&gt;On la croyait oubliée et pour mieux nous aimer&lt;br /&gt;voilà qu'elle recommence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Si dans un autre pays ça veut dire “embrasses-moi”&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Toute ma vie, je voudrais la chanter avec toi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ne demande à l'amour ni serment de toujours&lt;br /&gt;ni décor fantastique&lt;br /&gt;Pour nous aimer il nous faut simplement quelques mots&lt;br /&gt;qui vont sur la musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Si dans un autre pays ça veut dire “embrasses-moi”&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;Toute ma vie, je voudrais la chanter avec toi&lt;br /&gt;Besame, besame mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357762273911820?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357762273911820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357762273911820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest one, if you should leave me&lt;br /&gt;Then each little dream will take wings&lt;br /&gt;And my life would be through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh besame, besame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;You make all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this joy is something new,&lt;br /&gt;My arms they're holding you,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this thrill before.&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whispering: it's you I adore.&lt;br /&gt;Yes so dearest one, if you should leave me&lt;br /&gt;Then each little dream will take wings,&lt;br /&gt;And my life would be through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so besame, besame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Make all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this joy is something new,&lt;br /&gt;My arms are holding you,&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this thrill before.&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought I'd be&lt;br /&gt;Holding you close to me&lt;br /&gt;Whispering: it's you I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so dearest one, if you should leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Then each little dream will take wings&lt;br /&gt;And my life would be through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so besame, besame mucho,&lt;br /&gt;I love you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Make all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Make all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for ever,&lt;br /&gt;Make all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110357744185518203?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110357744185518203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110357744185518203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357744185518203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110357744185518203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/besame-mucho-english.html' title='Besame Mucho (English)'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110320307447815194</id><published>2004-12-16T15:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:17:54.480+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Painter Song - Norah Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.ard.yahoo.com/SIG=12bp4097s/M=304190.5509611.6731705.1414694/D=groups/S=1705019058:LREC/EXP=1103289351/A=2451358/R=2/SIG=13be8qhg5/*http://ad.doubleclick.net/jump/N1166.Yahoo/B1453521.25;sz=300x250;abr=!ie4;abr=!ie5;ord=1103202951723269?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a painter&lt;br /&gt;I would paint my reverie&lt;br /&gt;If that's the only way for you to be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd be there together&lt;br /&gt;Just like we used to be&lt;br /&gt;Undertneath the swirling skies for all to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreaming of a place&lt;br /&gt;Where I could see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I think my brush would take me there&lt;br /&gt;But only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a painter&lt;br /&gt;And could paint a memory&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb inside the skies to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110320307447815194?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110320307447815194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110320307447815194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110320307447815194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110320307447815194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/painter-song-norah-jones.html' title='Painter Song - Norah Jones'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110320236544374819</id><published>2004-12-16T15:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:06:05.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a smile&lt;br /&gt;stretched from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;to see you walking down the road&lt;br /&gt;we meet at the lights&lt;br /&gt;I stare for a while&lt;br /&gt;the world around us disappears&lt;br /&gt;it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;on this island of hope&lt;br /&gt;a breath between us could be miles&lt;br /&gt;let me surround you&lt;br /&gt;my sea to your shore&lt;br /&gt;let me be the calm you seek&lt;br /&gt;oh and every time I'm close to you&lt;br /&gt;there's too much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;and you just walk away&lt;br /&gt;and I forgot&lt;br /&gt;to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;and the night's&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;br /&gt;and cold here&lt;br /&gt;without you I grieve in my condition&lt;br /&gt;for I cannot find the strength to say I need you so&lt;br /&gt;oh and every time I'm close to you&lt;br /&gt;there's too much I can't say&lt;br /&gt;and you just walk away&lt;br /&gt;and I forgot&lt;br /&gt;to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;and the night's&lt;br /&gt;too long&lt;br /&gt;and cold here&lt;br /&gt;without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110320236544374819?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110320236544374819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Elsewhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the time and in between&lt;br /&gt;the calm inside me&lt;br /&gt;in the space where I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a&lt;br /&gt;distance I have wandered&lt;br /&gt;to touch upon the years of&lt;br /&gt;reaching out and reaching in&lt;br /&gt;holding out holding in&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll defend it as long as I can be&lt;br /&gt;left here to linger in silence&lt;br /&gt;if I choose to&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand&lt;br /&gt;I know this love is passing time&lt;br /&gt;passing through like liquid&lt;br /&gt;I am drunk in my desire...&lt;br /&gt;but I love the way you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;I love the way your hands reach out and hold me near...&lt;br /&gt;I believe...&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll defend it as long as&lt;br /&gt;I can be left here to linger in silence&lt;br /&gt;if I choose to&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand&lt;br /&gt;Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free&lt;br /&gt;the mold that clings like desperation&lt;br /&gt;Mother can't you see I've got&lt;br /&gt;to live my life the way I feel is right for me&lt;br /&gt;might not be right for you but it's right for me...&lt;br /&gt;I believe...&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;this is heaven to no one else but me&lt;br /&gt;and I'll defend it as long as&lt;br /&gt;I can be left here to linger in silence&lt;br /&gt;if I choose to&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand it&lt;br /&gt;I would like to linger here in silence&lt;br /&gt;if I choose to&lt;br /&gt;would you understand it&lt;br /&gt;would you try to understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110320230420386267?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/feeds/110320230420386267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9625935&amp;postID=110320230420386267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110320230420386267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9625935/posts/default/110320230420386267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com/2004/12/elsewhere.html' title='Elsewhere'/><author><name>حـدوتـة</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/hadouta/berrypink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9625935.post-110311810774695671</id><published>2004-12-16T01:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:41:47.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal (Evanescence)</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;because your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;and though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;i've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9625935-110311810774695671?l=hawadeetenglish.blogspot.com' alt='' 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