<?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-27602985</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:50:00.997+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place In the Space</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.egybloggers.com"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.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-27602985.post-116422748561763591</id><published>2006-11-22T21:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:15:38.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>القانون المصرى = هاءوءوو</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:SimSun;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;span dir="rtl"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"نبتدى منين الحكاية؟" زي ما بيقول العندليب, حابتدى من اللقاء اللى عملته مقدمة برنامج ال10 مساءاً مع مالك&lt;a href="http://malek-x.net/"&gt;http://malek-x.net/&lt;/a&gt; وعلاء &lt;a href="http://manalaa.net/"&gt;http://manalaa.net/&lt;/a&gt; عن الBloggers فى مصر&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-GB"&gt;.فى الحقيقة اللقاء كان ماشى كويس و الواحد فرحان ان لسه فيه فى مصر شباب بيحبوا البلد دى من قلبهم وعندهم الجرأة انهم يعارضوا بدون خوف لغاية ما جيه التليفون بتاع مساعد وزير الداخلية,ولا معرفش ايه فى الداخلية,اللى شلنىّ و حرق دمى لما قال أن الEgyptian Bloggers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-GB"&gt;مابيحترموش القانون.قانون ايه اللىّ نحترموا؟ القانون اللى بيظلم البرئ ويبرئ الظالم, القانون اللى اصحاب البدل الفاخرة بيستخدموه عشان ينهبوا خير البلد, قانون حسنى مبارك وشركاه ولا قانون الداخلية فى الإعتقال والترهيب والتلفيق وبعد كل ده السيد المسئول بيطالب الEgyptian Bloggers بإحترام القانون....بصراحة اخص على الBloggers اخص,لأ بجد اخص&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-GB"&gt;. ودلوقتى بقه احكيلكم على اللى حصل امبارح.امبارح كانت أول مرة انزل وسط البلد بعد أحداث التحرش الجنسي اللى حصلت فى العيد,كنت منتظرة اشوف حاجه مختلفة,معرفش بالضبط ايه هى الحاجة ديه(يمكن كنت مستنيه اشوف عربيات أمن زيادة أو اشوف حاجة مختلفه فى الناس....معرفش حقيقى كنت مستنيه ايه؟ ماأنا عارفه انها بايظه بايظه, لا عمر الأمن حيعمل حاجه (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-GB"&gt;إذ كانت الداخلية مش معترفه اصلا ً بالحادثة) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="AR-EG" dir="rtl" style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-CN; mso-bidi-language: AR-EG; mso-fareast-: EN-GB"&gt;ولا عمر الناس بتتغير وتصحى).وبالرغم من كل ده كنت منتظره شئ ما.المهم خرجت الموضوع من دماغى وقررت اعدى الشارع ولكن وأنا لسه بقول ياهادى لقيت عسكرى من بتوع أمن الدولة بيشاور لعربيه من العربيات النص نقل اللى بيبقى مكتوب عليها &lt;u&gt;شرطة&lt;/u&gt; عشان ترجع بدهرها للوراء,تقريبا كان بيساعده يركن.كل ده مفهوش حاجه,لكن المستفز فى الموضوع ان العسكرى اللى سايق كان راجع بدهره يعنى مفروض تكون سرعته قليلة ويكون باصص وراه لكن فى الحقيقة ده كان منطلق زى الصاروخ لدرجة انه كان حيدهسنى لولا انى تمالكت نفسى ورجعت للوراء سريعا ًولما بصيت للعسكري بغل لقيته فاتح بقه زى الجاموسة وعمّال يضحك.ياترى بقه لو كانت عربيه الشرطة ديه دستنى فعلاً ومت, كان أهلى حيعرفوا يأخذوا حقى من الجاني؟ ياترى كان القانون حاينصفهم؟ ولو حتى نصفهم,ياترى كان الحكم حيتنفذ؟؟......والله أنا ماعارفه ايه البلد ده اللى الواحد لايعرف يأخذ حقه فيها لا حى ولاميت..ولسه الداخلية بتطالبنا بإحترام القانون بس عشان بنقول رأينا بحرية............هاءوءوووووووووو&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-116422748561763591?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116422748561763591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=116422748561763591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/116422748561763591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/116422748561763591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='القانون المصرى = هاءوءوو'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-116381714726514219</id><published>2006-11-18T04:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:47:47.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a world where speaking with the living has become useless, where there's noone to understand,help or take pity on anyone; a world where human has turned into a monster searching eagerly for a new prey to victimize,I find it more soothing and relieving to converse with the dead,with the only person who knew how to comfort me well.This's a message to the dearest person to my heart even that she's now out of my sight.To My Beloved Grandmother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ياعمري ياحياتي يا أشواقي&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;أشتقت إليك كثيراً وليس بيدّي أن القاكِ&lt;br /&gt;أشعر من بعدك بالغربة&lt;br /&gt;بالظلمة, بالحسرةِ, باليأس0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ياويلي من تلك النار المشتعلة....إنها تحرقُني&lt;br /&gt;وألم ٍ,يالا ضراوته,أنه يمزقني&lt;br /&gt;لم أعد أعلم من أكون&lt;br /&gt;فى عالم ٍ أصابه مس من الجنون0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;يامن قيدت روحى بسلاسل العشق&lt;br /&gt;وكيف ليّ أن اتخلص من هذا الرق؟&lt;br /&gt;يامن غزوت قلبى بجيوش ِعده&lt;br /&gt;وتركتنى مهزوما ً فتجرعتُ مرارة الوحدة&lt;br /&gt;كم هو عزيزُُُُ ُحُبك على قلبى&lt;br /&gt;وآه ,ياليتك تدرى؟&lt;br /&gt;لقد ضاقت بىّ الدروب&lt;br /&gt;ولست أدرى,فى الغيب,ما المكتوب&lt;br /&gt;أقادمُُ ُ فى الأفق ِ فرح؟&lt;br /&gt;أم سيعلو أكثر هذا الصرح؟&lt;br /&gt;صرح الحزن الذي يطويقني&lt;br /&gt;ويحيط بيّ ,وبسهامِهِ يرشقني&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;فينزف القلب وينفتح مجددا ً الجرح0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-116381714726514219?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/116381714726514219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=116381714726514219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/116381714726514219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/116381714726514219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/11/message_116381714726514219.html' title='A Message'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115802083500383998</id><published>2006-09-12T03:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T03:27:15.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Lealoe%20Spring.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/Lealoe%20Spring.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;'' I Love You.''&lt;br /&gt;These words cannot be true&lt;br /&gt;For what I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Is not only a love appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see fields and skies&lt;br /&gt;A whole universe&lt;br /&gt;A world void of vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I sense the world at my feet&lt;br /&gt;With you, I can bear the cold and heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away from here&lt;br /&gt;Let us fly to another sphere&lt;br /&gt;To a planet which is beautiful and full of lights&lt;br /&gt;With no evils, no fears, no fights.&lt;br /&gt;To a place in which the tongue can utter,&lt;br /&gt;The words he wants freely and never stutter&lt;br /&gt;Or being afraid of those who carry a cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be together forever&lt;br /&gt;Let our love be always like a fever&lt;br /&gt;Do you perceive? Our spirits roam over the wilderness&lt;br /&gt;Over the valleys, over the moors&lt;br /&gt;No more'' Security Fence'', no more locked doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hope we will reach the furthest height&lt;br /&gt;Away, Away..... out of the human sight&lt;br /&gt;Take me to serenity&lt;br /&gt;Take to eternity. &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/27602985-115802083500383998?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115802083500383998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115802083500383998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115802083500383998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115802083500383998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/09/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115555688083341294</id><published>2006-08-14T14:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:03:33.300+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebanon,Don't Mourn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/flag2.10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/flag2.10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After watching the massacres that happen in Lebanon everyday,I wanted to write something about the subject on my blog,but words failed me.What I see in the news can't be described or be put into lines.Children die in every minute;pure innocent children who didn't have the chance to experience the harshness of the world or to enjoy the few happy moments we steal from life.Finally I got hold of myself and decided to say NO. No to war, No to inhumanity,No to silence.Speaking about silence, I can't help mentioning the "great" Arab leaders whose silence has become so disgusting.All what they can do is to condemn Israel's barbaric actions or send delegations to convince the UN to indict Israel. But the question is"IS THAT REALLY ALL WHAT THEY CAN OFFER?". Can't they cut off the relations with Israel?? Can't they send some troops to support and fight with the courageous Lebanese resistant group Hezbollah?? And don't tell me that the military solution isn't the right one because what has taken by force can only be restored by force.I do believe in peace,tolerance and forgiveness but not with people like Bush and Olmert who don't and won't ever know the meaning of tolerance or peace.They only speak one language,the language of their deadly weapons,missiles,the language of killing,mutilation and destruction.Till when will we wait for the UN resolutions to protect our Arab countries? And they are always for Israel's benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;America and Israel are only two hungry beasts,and unfortunately the one who created these monsters is the Arabs themselves.They let America grow bigger and stronger,whereas they kept growing weaker financially,morally and emotionally. "Are we truly weak financially?".I was once chatting with an English man working for an oil company in Egypt.Do you know what he told me?! He confirmed that the resources we've in Egypt and the Arab area are much more than those in the UK or Europe.However our great leaders enjoy fooling us into believing that we are handcuffed,powerless and in need of the US Dollar to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eventually,I beseech every Arab who still has some patriotism or loyalty to the Arabian blood that runs in his vains;the blood that's shed now in Lebanon,Palestine and Iraq,the blood of the old glorious ancestors,the blood of our beloved prophet Mohamed (Peace Be Upon him) and all the other prophets as well to say NO. No to our corrupt lazy governments,No to America and Israel,No to any tyrant out there. And Yes to love and peace.Yes to a new world in which the Arabs are fearless and can depend entirely on themselves.It's only at this moment when we will be proud of our Arabian identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;إلى متى ياعرب ستقولون أن ما علينا قد فعلناه&lt;br /&gt;وأننا لم نعد نملك غير الصلاة للإلّه&lt;br /&gt;ألا ترون أن الأطفال يموتون يوماً بعد يوم&lt;br /&gt;وانتم مازالتم فى سباتٍ عميق ٍ ونوم&lt;br /&gt;اتحدوا…….اتحدوا…….اتحدوا&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've composed these few lines hoping they will stir any Arab,who will stop by my blog,to act by any means.May my cry reach the furthest place on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/flag2.8.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-115555688083341294?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115555688083341294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115555688083341294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115555688083341294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115555688083341294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/08/lebanondont-mourn_14.html' title='Lebanon,Don&apos;t Mourn!'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115413760860867705</id><published>2006-07-29T04:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T04:46:49.576+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/04.1.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/03.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/01.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/01.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/04.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/02.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are some of the pictures I like to draw in my spare time or when I've the mood for that.They aren't really good;they are very primitive and are painted on a notebook paper,so they seem a bit dim.However I loved to share them with anyone who would stop by my blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-115413760860867705?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115413760860867705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115413760860867705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115413760860867705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115413760860867705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/07/some-drawings.html' title='Some Drawings'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115245588600859052</id><published>2006-07-09T17:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:38:06.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>مجرد تساؤل؟؟</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Mona_Saka1[1].5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/Mona_Saka1%5B1%5D.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;لقد شاهدت مؤخراً فيلم "عن العشق و الهوى" لأحمد السقا و منى زكى فى احدى دور السينما،واعجبنى الفيلم كثيراً لانه يعالج مشاكل يمكن&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ان تحدث فى الواقع ولأى شخص منا0و قد كنت فى غاية الاندماج و التأثر حتى أزعجنى صوت الشخص الجا لس خلفى وهو يقول لصاحبه "ياعم يلا نقوم نروح…ايه النكد ده…انا افتكرته فيلم أكشن",وُصدِمتُ حين سمعت هذه العبارة0&lt;br /&gt;أوصلنا الى هذا الحد من التفاهة و بلاهة العقل؟ ألم نعد نسعى إلا لرؤية مشاهد العنف فى أفلام الأكشن او الأفلام الكوميدية التافهة؟ هل لم نعد نجد المتعة إلا فى الأفلام التى تهدف الى إثارة الغرائز والأفلام الدموية فقط؟...انى اتساءل حقاً أين ذهبت المشاعر؟ لماذا لم نعد نجد المتعة فى الشعور بآلآم الآخرين و التعرف على مشاكلهم ومحاولة البحث عن حلول لها؟ لماذا لم نعد نجد فى آلآم الآخرين ما يخفف عنا آلآمنا؟ ولكننا فقط نكتفى بترديد نفس العبارة "اللى فينا   مكفينا"ا &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;أظن اننا سنشعر بسعادة اكبر اذا حاولنا ألا نهرب من هموم وأحزان الآخرين,اذا حاولنا ان نفهم ونساعد بعضنا البعض بدلاً من ان نضحك من مزحة غبية فى فيلم أحمق,ولسنا مدركين اننا لا نضحك من المزحة او من الممثل الكوميدى بل نضحك من أنفسنا0&lt;br /&gt;اتمنى ان يكون ما رأيته فى السينما ذلك اليوم ليس اتجاهاً عاماً فى مصر و انما هو حالة فردية لا أرغب فى تكرارها ابداً&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.egybloggers.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-115245588600859052?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115245588600859052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115245588600859052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115245588600859052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115245588600859052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_09.html' title='مجرد تساؤل؟؟'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115203567911100612</id><published>2006-07-04T20:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:54:39.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Be A Child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/BABY01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/BABY01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How to Be A Child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-A child&lt;/strong&gt; gets angry and cries,but he soon calms down and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-A child&lt;/strong&gt; is always honest and speaks the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3-A child&lt;/strong&gt; makes mistakes,but he tries to set everything right again in order not to upset those whom he loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-A child&lt;/strong&gt; always optimistic and has high hopes for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-A child&lt;/strong&gt; is always forgiving to those who mistreat him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6-A child&lt;/strong&gt; easily believes the words that the others utter,not knowing that they might be LIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7-A child&lt;/strong&gt; is so simple and intimate to all people.He doesn't know the meaning of vanity or hypocrisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8-A child&lt;/strong&gt; may be suspicious when he meets someone for the first time,but when he gets used to this person,he puts his full trust in him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9-A child&lt;/strong&gt; isn't that sly foxy human who intentionally plays tricks on people.If a child ever plays a harmful trick on the others,he doesn't do it on purpose because he never means to do anyone any wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-&lt;/strong&gt;Finally,if you can possess these lovely innocent inviting eyes like the ones in the picture above,then you are a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now the question is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can one survive if he lives like a child in the world of adults??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-115203567911100612?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115203567911100612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115203567911100612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115203567911100612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115203567911100612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-to-be-child.html' title='How to Be A Child?'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-115087001915377958</id><published>2006-06-21T08:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:06:59.176+03:00</updated><title type='text'>الخلاص "The Salvation"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Nymphs%20From%20Pegasus%20Story.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/Nymphs%20From%20Pegasus%20Story.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually write Arabic poems.I don't know why,but I guess the thoughts come to my mind in English.Anyway,I'm glad I was able to write a poem in Arabic,cus it's my native language.However I do apologize for the gloomy frustrating atmosphere that's looming over the poem.I know some people don't like to read such poetry,but I was in a very bad psychological state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;لقد رأيتك اليلة&lt;br /&gt;ومااحلاها من ليلة&lt;br /&gt;فسمعت صوت عصافيرٍ فوق الغصون&lt;br /&gt;ونسيت معه كل الآمي والشجون&lt;br /&gt;ورأيت طيرا يتخبط بين الأشجار&lt;br /&gt;يبحث عن وليفه في كل غصن وكل مدار&lt;br /&gt;ولما لم يجده, وقف يبكى مر الانتظار&lt;br /&gt;وهنا افقت---افقت من حلمى العميق&lt;br /&gt;و ادركت اننا لم نعد سويا&lt;br /&gt;واننى قد ضللت الطريق&lt;br /&gt;فأين ذهبت ياحبيبى وتركتنى مثل الغريق0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;الناس من حولى ضعاف متخاذلون&lt;br /&gt;وأصوات أشباح تنادي من ماض ٍسحيق&lt;br /&gt;لما ذهبت وتركتنى وحيدة فى دنيا البريق&lt;br /&gt;بريقا وهاجا,واتساءل أهو ضوءُُ ُ جميلُ ُ؟&lt;br /&gt;ام هو الحريق؟&lt;br /&gt;اشم رائحة عطرا,انه عطراً آخاذاً&lt;br /&gt;ولكن الى أين يأخذنى؟&lt;br /&gt;أيأخذنى الى الجنة ام الى النار حيث ليس لي ملاذاً؟&lt;br /&gt;لم اعد ارى غير السواد&lt;br /&gt;والدنيا من حولى صارت كالرماد&lt;br /&gt;انى اناد ٍمن فوق فنار&lt;br /&gt;لا----لا استطيع الاستمرار&lt;br /&gt;فلتأخذنى ياحبيبى الى عالمك الجميل&lt;br /&gt;فعالمى صار كالجسد الهزيل0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-115087001915377958?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/115087001915377958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=115087001915377958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115087001915377958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/115087001915377958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/06/salvation.html' title='الخلاص &quot;The Salvation&quot;'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114888009311800133</id><published>2006-05-29T08:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:21:33.126+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye's(The Saddest Word)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Winter%20Reflections%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/Winter%20Reflections%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Attributed to my Beloved Grandmother.May Allah rest her soul and let her enter the highest heaven.The song is of Celine Dion from her album"A New Day Has Come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;You gave life to me&lt;br /&gt;Turned a baby into a lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;All you had to offer&lt;br /&gt;Was the promise of a lifetime of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;There is no other&lt;br /&gt;Love like a mother's love for her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;A love so complete&lt;br /&gt;Someday must leave&lt;br /&gt;Must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll say that word and I will cry&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;You gave love to me&lt;br /&gt;Turned a young one into a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma&lt;br /&gt;All I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Was a guarantee of you loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know&lt;br /&gt;There is no other&lt;br /&gt;Love like a mother's love for her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so&lt;br /&gt;That something so strong&lt;br /&gt;Someday will be gone, must say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll say that word and I will cry&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the love you gave me will always live&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be there every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You offered me the greatest love of all&lt;br /&gt;You take my weakness and you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you 'til forever comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you always&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there your whole life through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there this I promise you, Mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there through the darkest nights&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the wings that guide your broken flight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your shelter through the raging storm&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you 'till forever comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the saddest word I'll ever hear&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye's the last time I will hold you near&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll say that word and I will cry&lt;br /&gt;It'll break my heart to hear you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114888009311800133?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114888009311800133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114888009311800133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114888009311800133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114888009311800133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbyesthe-saddest-word.html' title='Goodbye&apos;s(The Saddest Word)'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114743756806067897</id><published>2006-05-12T15:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T15:39:28.073+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Peter%20Pan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/Peter%20Pan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Find Neverland inside you&lt;br /&gt;Find the dream that will come true&lt;br /&gt;Hope for something&lt;br /&gt;And do some job&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will be right on top&lt;br /&gt;Act calmly and with confidence&lt;br /&gt;Do not let them break the fence&lt;br /&gt;That is there around your soul&lt;br /&gt;Protecting you from the rogues all&lt;br /&gt;Always carry the sword of Justice&lt;br /&gt;Defend the poor and the powerless&lt;br /&gt;Always be honest&lt;br /&gt;Never to twist&lt;br /&gt;Do not frown and do not weep&lt;br /&gt;If people tell you&lt;br /&gt;To shut up and sleep&lt;br /&gt;Instead wake up again&lt;br /&gt;And say"Nope&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lose hope."&lt;br /&gt;And do not run&lt;br /&gt;For you are the right one&lt;br /&gt;Pray to God to give you a hand&lt;br /&gt;He will answer your demand&lt;br /&gt;Now I tell you,my kin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That Neverland lies within.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114743756806067897?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114743756806067897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114743756806067897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114743756806067897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114743756806067897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/finding-neverland.html' title='Finding Neverland'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114714602457754464</id><published>2006-05-09T06:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T06:40:24.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Pausini, One More Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This song is the soundtrack of the movie"Message In A Bottle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing I must do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Nowhere I should be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No one in my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To answer to but me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more candlelight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No more purple skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; No one to be near&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As my heart slowly dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could hold you one more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; like in the days when you where mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd look at you 'till I was blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So you would stay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd say a prayer each time you'd smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Cradle the moments like a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd stop the world if only I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Could hold you one more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've memorized your face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I know your touch by heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Still lost in your embrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd dream of where you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could hold you one more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Like in the days when you were mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd look at you 'till I was blind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; So you would stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd say a prayer each time you'd smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cradle the moments like a child&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd stop the world if only I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could hold you one more time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114714602457754464?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114714602457754464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114714602457754464&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114714602457754464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114714602457754464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/laura-pausini-one-more-time.html' title='Laura Pausini, One More Time'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114692194104754880</id><published>2006-05-06T15:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:25:41.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I told you once that I love you&lt;br /&gt;But you did not believe&lt;br /&gt;You only looked at me and said&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry,I have to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Why did you make me fall for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why were you happy when I was near&lt;br /&gt;And used to tell me all the time&lt;br /&gt;That you will wipe my every tear&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to be fake?&lt;br /&gt;And led me down towards a steep rake&lt;br /&gt;You loved to see me fall&lt;br /&gt;And you just stood tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do see clearly&lt;br /&gt;How come you did not see my early&lt;br /&gt;Love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have to be so untrue?&lt;br /&gt;You were my therapy and my disease&lt;br /&gt;My burning sun and my delicate breeze&lt;br /&gt;Are these really eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Or only pieces of ice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy the game?&lt;br /&gt;And finally put the balme&lt;br /&gt;On me---you simply made your claim&lt;br /&gt;And said "I deem&lt;br /&gt;You are not my type&lt;br /&gt;You are not my dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my tormentor,you were so dear&lt;br /&gt;You left no room in my heart for fear&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm alone again&lt;br /&gt;I only hear the sound of the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared,I'm cold,I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;In a strange country&lt;br /&gt;And I find no host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you live your life happily&lt;br /&gt;Like a king,on his throne&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with snobbery&lt;br /&gt;After killing his unarmed rival&lt;br /&gt;And feeling the same ecstasy of a victorious devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dead has risen from her grave&lt;br /&gt;Not to take your life away as a tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;Or like a captive knight who was so brave&lt;br /&gt;When he killed his captor&lt;br /&gt;Because he turned him into a mere slave&lt;br /&gt;I only came back to enter the world of the living again&lt;br /&gt;And forget all about my pain&lt;br /&gt;As for your memory,I will erase&lt;br /&gt;And I will put my soul at ease&lt;br /&gt;For I only came in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;I won't cling on to you&lt;br /&gt;But look now at the cut&lt;br /&gt;You have made and know&lt;br /&gt;That the heart you hurt&lt;br /&gt;Has forgotten the woe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And is ready to start anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114692194104754880?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114692194104754880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114692194104754880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114692194104754880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114692194104754880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114686985065248852</id><published>2006-05-06T01:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:57:30.663+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I smile&lt;br /&gt;It feels like pain&lt;br /&gt;When I cry&lt;br /&gt;It falls like rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One torn heart in a misty world&lt;br /&gt;Feels so cold&lt;br /&gt;He is getting old&lt;br /&gt;He reached out his hand to catch a star&lt;br /&gt;But,alas,it was so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,I'm wandering alone&lt;br /&gt;In the forest of the Moan&lt;br /&gt;Whispering to the dying lilies&lt;br /&gt;And chatting with the wounded moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying high like a bird in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wants to join the flock&lt;br /&gt;But he hardly gets by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he is soaring,he says&lt;br /&gt;"Will I ever find the shelter?&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever go home?&lt;br /&gt;Can I for once live the happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Or I will always be in the gloom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hear him singing aloud&lt;br /&gt;But they are mistaken in the sound&lt;br /&gt;No,that is not a melody&lt;br /&gt;It is only the echo of his malady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114686985065248852?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114686985065248852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114686985065248852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114686985065248852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114686985065248852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114686881142376152</id><published>2006-05-06T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:40:11.436+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/Lealoe%20Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hold your tears&lt;br /&gt;Hold your pain&lt;br /&gt;Please my Heart,do not weep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too late now and the world has gone mad&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still weep&lt;br /&gt;O,That is too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up my Heart from your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wake up and face the strong beam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Calling you to see the reality&lt;br /&gt;Of a world that lost its morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you find life is difficult to live&lt;br /&gt;And people can never give&lt;br /&gt; Just leave the world with all its decay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;             Just leave it all and fly away.             &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/27602985-114686881142376152?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114686881142376152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114686881142376152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114686881142376152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114686881142376152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/hold-your-tears.html' title='Hold Your Tears'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27602985.post-114685859188725308</id><published>2006-05-05T22:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:49:51.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/roze%20petalz%20Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/320/roze%20petalz%20Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very recent user of blogs.Right now I'm completely at sea,but I hope after a little while,I'll be professional in using this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27602985-114685859188725308?l=a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/feeds/114685859188725308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27602985&amp;postID=114685859188725308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114685859188725308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27602985/posts/default/114685859188725308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-place-in-the-space.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Wanderer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03259122490912022023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1303/2911/1600/little%20angel.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
