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	<title>Ilia Blogs &#187; Foolishly Romantic or Romantically Fool</title>
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		<id>http://www.iliablogs.gr/Foolishly_Romantic_or_Romantically_Fool/2007/12/13/Standing_still....</id>
		<author><name>Natalia</name></author>
		<title>Foolishly Romantic or Romantically Fool: Standing still....</title>
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		<updated>2007-12-13T22:12:00-05:00</updated>
		<published>2007-12-13T22:12:00-05:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GSkjV5yiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vr5kV321sNY/s1600-h/Dr_Michael_poros.jpg"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GSkjV5yiI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vr5kV321sNY/s320/Dr_Michael_poros.jpg" /></a> photo by <a href="http://www.dpgr.gr/">Dr Michael</a><br /><br /><br />Viewing your blue...My look stumbles on the horizon, on the mountains you choose to putbetween us, but you don't discourage me....I release my looklooking in your skyand I keep the beauty only for myself...<br /><br />Every time you passand you see mewith my spreading hand, I 'm not begging of nothing....I'm just letting my dreamsfreefree to fly, recovering, strong enough to leave from me...<br /><br />I'm just waiting for the sun, every sunset, to leave his kissin my palm...<br /><br /><br />And every time you see drops of sweat in my marble corpeit's because you passso closein front of mebut to touch youwas a joy imprisoned between stone and water.<br /><br />It's because I can see youwatching me think of me with tearsbut...it's the water that embrasses methe reasonand not your silence...<br /><br />You and silence...Why, really?Is it the punishment youimposed for me or for yourself?<br /><br />I can see you suffering, burningbut you don't touch my water...You have never leaned on me, to vanish your thirst...You were always mad of anger, because I had<br />and you didn't...<br /><br />You are standingadmiring me from a distancemy beautyare icons you are carrying in your soulbut....You have left nothing to yourselfto share it with me...<br /><br />It doesn't hurt me my dear...<br /><br />Courage is not alwaysamong the words, neither in banishing...Heart made of stone, but totally redbecause I have suns that love me..<br /><br />Body made of marble,looking in the seawhich kisses me in every wave...<br /><br />Soul standing still<br />but free...<br /><br />Stone you think....<br /><br />But then, <br />why are you afraid of me?<br /><br />I'm just a woman....<br /><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600235580650230303-9074817151476490786?l=foolishlyromantic.blogspot.com' /> ]]></content>
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		<author><name>Natalia</name></author>
		<title>Foolishly Romantic or Romantically Fool: photo by</title>
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		<updated>2007-12-13T22:05:00-05:00</updated>
		<published>2007-12-13T22:05:00-05:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GRajV5yhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t1oqHUybEpw/s1600-h/Small%2520Boats_0.jpg"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GRajV5yhI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t1oqHUybEpw/s320/Small%2520Boats_0.jpg" /></a><br />photo by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.johnmathiousart.com">John Mathious </a><br /><br /><br />Because you are already in the boat that lies next to me,<br />I can't see you at the opposite side....<br />I wouldn't be able to explain of my thousand faces<br />It would be my word against yours<br />People who know me online and in real life<br />could assure you of my only one face which is scary enough<br />How could I manage with the thousands that you think people have?<br />Your deposit (of thoughts) is already accepted.<br />So, if the boat next to you is swinging, just let yourself free<br />You can't do otherwise...<br />As long you are next to me, the same waves will embrass you as me,<br />And you know what?<br />I like it this way.<br />You are here,<br />even the moments I forget you<br /><br />I have never learn anything new from someone<br />that agreed to everything I said.<br /><br />For you who gave this to me as a present<br />For your favor is my silence<br />Just remember:<br />I always do the favors that others ask me to do....<br /><br />PS. But when I have to say something,<br />I say it no matter what!" <img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600235580650230303-5689605248969028686?l=foolishlyromantic.blogspot.com' /> ]]></content>
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		<id>http://www.iliablogs.gr/Foolishly_Romantic_or_Romantically_Fool/2007/12/13/A_drop_of_magic</id>
		<author><name>Natalia</name></author>
		<title>Foolishly Romantic or Romantically Fool: A drop of magic</title>
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		<updated>2007-12-13T21:50:00-05:00</updated>
		<published>2007-12-13T21:50:00-05:00</published>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[	Don't touch me.....<br />I'll be turned into sand and I'll slip away through your fingers....<br /><br />Don't look at me....<br />I'll be wind and I'll touch you while escaping...<br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GdcjV5yjI/AAAAAAAAAng/tA8DTS4NtRE/s1600-h/Angel_by_mastadeath.jpg"><img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bB2HhDCO07Q/R2GdcjV5yjI/AAAAAAAAAng/tA8DTS4NtRE/s320/Angel_by_mastadeath.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Don't talk to me....<br />I'll be turned into silence so loud that your sensed won't bear me....<br /><br />Don't dream of me...<br />I'll be a nightmare hunting every beautiful thing you desire...<br /><br />Don't imagine about me.....<br />You 'll be fooled...<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br />Don't wait for me...<br />I won't come...<br /><br />Don't fall in me...<br />I won't allow it...<br /><br />I will be gone....<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br />PS. Thanks to <a href="http://mastadeath.deviantart.com/">Mastadeath</a> for his beautiful photo... <img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8600235580650230303-1183477095281943368?l=foolishlyromantic.blogspot.com' /> ]]></content>
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