<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158</id><updated>2009-10-17T14:58:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The longing poems</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>329</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4442960625981964728</id><published>2008-08-12T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:23:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I believe people are three types. There are those who are looking for love, and do not know it. There are those who are looking for love, and know it. And there are those who have found love, and live in it. For many years I was looking for love and did not know it. When I knew I was looking for love, this made the search easier. I believe the more highly we speak of love, the more we motivate ourselves, so long as we believe what we say, to think and feel and behave in a more loving way. The reflections on love are my attempt at speaking highly of love. If we all train ourselves to speak highly of love, would this world of sounds not be music to our ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-4442960625981964728?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4442960625981964728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4442960625981964728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4442960625981964728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4442960625981964728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe.html' title='I believe'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4034654551495227443</id><published>2008-08-12T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:20:32.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The right to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;It is our right to love all beings. If we are very strong, it will be difficult for anyone to deprive us of this right. If we are weak and have not made a determined commitment to love, then it would indeed be easy to persuade us to give up this right. True love is a priceless gift beyond which there is no other. There are galaxies of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered. There are flower-fields of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered. There is a whole universe of love within this very heart of ours, waiting to be discovered.Love is infinite. But we must take all of our hearts and all of our thoughts into that infinity if we wish to truly appreciate it. We must learn never to neglect that infinity of love that is within us.Life is made up of an infinitude of moments. We may as well make them loving moments, and turn ourselves into true lovers.Love needs to express herself in many ways, not just one way. People who limit themselves to expressing love only in this or that way are not allowing love to breathe fully and completely within them. Love needs to be given total liberty to breathe.Love is a queendom having its own dimensions and boundaries. It is a heavenly queendom. You cannot force your way into that queendom any more than you can force someone to love you. All you can do is to work lovingly, work lovingly to create the very conditions that would allow true love to flower.We each have to look for and find the conditions that are ideal for love to flourish within our being. Others can help us. Yet the understanding we reach is an understanding that has to take root deeply within our hearts in order to be so firmly established that it becomes a part and parcel of our being. Then we have to struggle to ensure that the tree of our love is always watered and properly nourished, and to keep our tree of love protected against all possible harm to its being. Having discovered the beauty and magic and magnificence of the tree of our love, it becomes natural for us to seek to protect it as a mother would her only child - to make every sacrifice to ensure that all the other trees of our being do not encroach upon the sacred space of our most sacred tree.When we are tired of loving we are tired of living. If we are young enough or old enough to breathe, we are also old enough or young enough to love.Without love there can be no peace. Without love the doves of peace cannot fly.Love knows no boundaries to her being, because it is the very heart of our universe, a universe which knows no boundaries to her being, neither in time nor space. And love is the glue which sticks this universe together. It is also the essence of the very stuff out of which eternal transformations of beauty arise - for what is the discovery of beauty other than the discovery of new harmonies brought together by love? The greatest miracle is the miracle of awakening. It is the miracle of the heart’s awakening to love.There is always a proper time and place for loving. The time is now and the place is right here where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-4034654551495227443?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4034654551495227443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4034654551495227443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4034654551495227443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4034654551495227443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/right-to-love.html' title='The right to love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1431192212025198656</id><published>2008-08-12T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:15:56.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Possessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;In order to truly love we need to hold love, at all times, as our most precious possession. The essential cure for every psychological ailment is provided, ultimately, by a loving heart. Every human problem can be transcended when there is a sufficiently deep love between human beings.No man or woman can exist in an island without love and be happy. In order to be a happy island it has to be a loving one.Love has existed long before the first woman or man. Love has existed since the beginningless beginning of the universe and will continue to exist until the endless end of the universe, because love, like the universe, is without beginning or end.Love is a continuum, and the whole object of all true religious and moral teachings is to tap into that continuum: to live with it and through it and by it, and never to live without it. All other conceptions of religion or morality are long out of date.We are beings existing in an inter-transposable world of spirit, as energy, and matter, as mass. One cannot exist without the other. And the best way to order this spirit-matter substance which we are is to hold that subjective state called love in the highest; not forgetting its objective manifestations. That subjective state called love, which spurs us on to a world of exemplary objective actions, is a state which knows more about harmonious order than any other imagined state.True love knows well the science and the art of taking from people their superfluity and giving them a gift more precious than any other: the knowledge that they are beings worthy of true love.What good are our religious institutions if they are bereft of true love? What good are such institutions if they do not teach us how to truly love? If our religious institutions can truly teach us how to truly love, then they are institutions we can never afford to do without - they are as essential as the very breath of life.For us to truly live life, we have to learn how to truly love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-1431192212025198656?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1431192212025198656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1431192212025198656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1431192212025198656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1431192212025198656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/precious-possessions.html' title='Precious Possessions'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-1526931455425349840</id><published>2008-08-12T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:13:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Love’s destination, like the Kingdom of Heaven, is an inner destination. We do not necessarily have to travel to China to get to it. It is to be found right here, in a warm embrace with the truth. I am content, today, to be in love with love. Love others as you would wish them to love you. Once we have taken care of our basic necessities, the only virtue or skill that we need is the virtue or skill to love. In the beginning was the word, and the word was love.We will never be truly happy until we learn how to truly love. We will never learn what we are here on this earth to learn until, first of all, we are clear about what we are here to learn. We are here to learn how to truly love. We can only turn the world into a loving place by loving ourselves. We can only turn the world into a loving place by transforming ourselves into lovers. We cannot make people love us by hating them. We can only make them love us by loving them. This is a paraphrasing of the words of an ancient sage and lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-1526931455425349840?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/1526931455425349840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=1526931455425349840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1526931455425349840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/1526931455425349840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-of-love_12.html' title='The spirit of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2370105488706116961</id><published>2008-08-11T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:59:09.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spirit of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;What is God?&lt;br /&gt;We know the traditional answer to that question, yet many of us who are sincerely searching would like to know more.Gods and goddesses, at one level, are an embodiment of our own thoughts and aspirations, given ‘personality’.I wished to follow the path of love. Then I invoked the ‘spirit of love’. But does love have a ‘spirit’? Yes. The ‘spirit of love’ is in the hearts of all those whose desires, thoughts and actions are motivated by true love. The ‘spirit of love’ dwells in all those people and beings. Now the spirit of love is like the wind, going in and out of corridors, blowing through the leaves of trees, across oceans, and so forth. The spirit of love is also beyond the wind, in that it dwells below the wind in the hearts of dolphins and whales and other beings of the sea, and in the hearts of moles and other beings of the land. The spirit of love in that sense is all-pervasive. Of course by invoking the spirit of love I am actually invoking the power of love within you, within me, within all beings throughout the universe.This is the part of ‘God’ the universe which I love most, in the prime of my health and well-being, and even in sickness, because it is the spirit of love which is responsible for my health and well-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-2370105488706116961?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2370105488706116961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2370105488706116961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2370105488706116961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2370105488706116961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-of-love.html' title='The spirit of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6528797087983751886</id><published>2008-08-11T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:55:21.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The queendom of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;To bring about the Queendom of love we have to start by loving. “It is not through hate that hate is conquered. It is through love. This is a law eternal” said Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha. “You have been told, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ But I say to you, love your enemies and do good to those that hate you” said the Son of Mary. I can be grateful that, unless I fall ill and die or have an accident and die or am killed or a devilish idea takes hold of my mind and puts it back into the clutches of something less than love - of greed and delusion; of ignorance - I may still have a few more moments upon this earth to learn an art and a science and a practice which I have paid little attention to in the past: the art and science and practice of loving action in daily life. I believe all developments in all of the arts and all of the sciences of human thought are but the expressions of this one art and science and practice - the art and science and daily life practice of loving. There is such a thing, in my mind, as loving too little. But there is no concept of loving too much. It is impossible to love too much, because if I love the whole universe this is not too much at all. Loving too little is due to my partial blindness and inability to fully see the beauty and splendour of love herself. Loving too little is due to seeing that beauty and splendour of love in one form alone - a beautiful woman, for example, whom I may be particularly attached to - and ignoring that beauty and splendour in countless others who pass my way in my daily life.But if I invest in the woman I love my love for the beauty and splendour of love in all people, in all places, in all things, then I invest in her my inmost thoughts and feelings towards that which I hold highest - and I recall in her a manifestation of my love for love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6528797087983751886?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6528797087983751886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6528797087983751886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6528797087983751886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6528797087983751886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/queendom-of-love.html' title='The queendom of love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8790092215997791647</id><published>2008-08-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:52:39.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A promise in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;We make promises out of either fear or true love. The promises we make out of fear we will break. The promises we make out of true love we keep. It is impossible, if I truly love myself, that I hate any living being, because all hatred is ultimately a reflection of self-hatred, or of rejecting some part of myself .Another word for the capacity to make an effort is stamina. In order to recall magnificent energies to spread love in the world, we need to do the right things that would increase our stamina.Falling in love with life is falling in love with all the manifestations of life. We are the universe in perpetual motion. We should try to be aware of each other , and to love one another, at each moment. We are composed of two universes, the universe within us and the universe around us. Loving both universes is the be all and the end all of life. If we cannot love both universes we are not enjoying life. If we can love both universes we are enjoying life. Without love human life cannot succeed - will not succeed.If some women are more interested in astrology than astronomy, it is because women seek to make their love of the universe more personal. Little was ever accomplished by a man or woman who loved and did not exert an effort to express his or her love in some form or another. To express love is as vital as to feel it within. The mere feeling is but the first step taken on a long and wonderful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8790092215997791647?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8790092215997791647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8790092215997791647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8790092215997791647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8790092215997791647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/08/promise-in-love.html' title='A promise in love'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8615865086103639310</id><published>2008-03-26T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:51:11.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh In Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s1600-h/Golden+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182289480134739378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s320/Golden+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Laugh In Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever the sun brightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;above the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i open my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and with great feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I say good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with my heart beating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then words tumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from the high summits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;small and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then grow and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;such as snow soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colored and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like the rain arch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How you are far from the eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever remembering you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;running in the fields..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hide my mouth with my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and laugh in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laugh and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and see your warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;honey colored eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;through shrubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;also laughing in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Excuse me my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you been waiting for long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The summer dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fill the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a lonely daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and it's my duty everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sweeping the house courtyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very soon will be the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the afternoon tea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There beneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the old pine tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the family gathering will take place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They will eat and have fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please be patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we will talk in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wait for me after sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the kid will sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and parents will be busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;watching the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You will see my windows widely open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll tell you all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my wonderful stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and you'll listen like every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;until the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hear without fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you dear beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it not your turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to read your poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and recit your verses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and feed my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the golden love wishes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't know my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how much i'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and how iam exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the moon will rise again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when the flower will bloom again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;27/3/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8615865086103639310?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8615865086103639310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8615865086103639310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8615865086103639310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8615865086103639310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2008/03/laugh-in-silence.html' title='Laugh In Silence'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/R-sw00KsxbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Pd1AT3yIdvk/s72-c/Golden+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8667182195960462698</id><published>2007-10-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:30:53.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hlrwhbep'/><title type='text'>An Intimate Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s1600-h/procession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119203980791050034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s320/procession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An Intimate Letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I met you a fierce fire was ignited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A passionate whirlwind that wasn't invited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An overwhelming swell of suppressed emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love and passion has been of epic proportions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although my heart and soul are truly invested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy and insecure thoughts leave us tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot seem to win or convince even you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That all my words and feelings are so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazingly destiny has brought us together at last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now we must figure out what to do with our past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I long to see love and happiness on your beautiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your supportive protective ways are my saving grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My future may be undoubtedly unclear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hope is that you are always near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you more than my words can ever say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just know it is growing everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;12/2/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-8667182195960462698?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8667182195960462698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8667182195960462698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8667182195960462698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8667182195960462698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/10/intimate-letter.html' title='An Intimate Letter'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwsQ5dfQ7zI/AAAAAAAAAME/jFyS97Jkp_Y/s72-c/procession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total 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worlds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world that stands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quiet, so still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections on life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears that fall like droplets of rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upon a cold, cold ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a heart cries out in lonesome pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved ones close around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Torture of a moonless night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when love has flown away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smile upon gentle lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fades into each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the sun casts a longing shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Across a golden sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a breath of life, forever glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Echoes in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dec-2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6168925206283443881?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6168925206283443881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6168925206283443881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6168925206283443881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6168925206283443881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/10/between-two-words.html' title='Between Two Words'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RwIY4NfQ7xI/AAAAAAAAAL0/rTsgrvLPARs/s72-c/julien4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6645401397148055393</id><published>2007-08-21T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:18:10.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Of Jade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s1600-h/Curiosity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101404618384088082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s320/Curiosity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eyes of Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look beyond the eyes of Jade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where smiles die, and innocence fades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where pain begins, a dark world starts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattering deep, her jaded heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her cries of help go left unheard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Far beyond her jaded world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For somewhere past those eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is Jade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6645401397148055393?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6645401397148055393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6645401397148055393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6645401397148055393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6645401397148055393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/08/eyes-of-jade.html' title='Eyes Of Jade'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvUeNZSHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vWQbQ_Vgx3E/s72-c/Curiosity2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-4826331106459140053</id><published>2007-08-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:53:58.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvOT9ZSHAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U2XWaw-mMck/s1600-h/-love-of-vampyres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101397845220662274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvOT9ZSHAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U2XWaw-mMck/s320/-love-of-vampyres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;First Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair of burnished gold and copper hue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyes of summer skies and coming night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind blows hard and shivering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quietly the breath's soft rise and fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your touch against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It warms and soothes my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is clear if only for this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your body against mine for more than heat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For something unexpressed but present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the coming of the promised rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which washes over us in the chill that's more than cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun that's more than warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sense of rightness un-analyzed and comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glance which right now holds the world and slips away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like your fleeting caress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like silk against my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soothing and bringing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glimpse of things to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;8/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-4826331106459140053?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/4826331106459140053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=4826331106459140053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4826331106459140053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/4826331106459140053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-touch.html' title='First Touch'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RsvOT9ZSHAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/U2XWaw-mMck/s72-c/-love-of-vampyres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-428178832509550527</id><published>2007-07-18T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:49:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s1600-h/earthfae-finished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088455634431727906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s320/earthfae-finished.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The Nature Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the thunderous clouds explode in the sky.The rain quietly washes away all my worries,It brings my heart to you.As the pounding waves of the ocean take me to new heights.The water softly touches my skin,It brings my body to you. As the torrid rays of the sun wrap my body in their warmth.The wind gently caresses my entire being,It brings my soul to you.As I feel the world around me,Only the glorious gifts of natureCan compare to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-428178832509550527?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/428178832509550527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=428178832509550527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/428178832509550527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/428178832509550527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/nature-of-you.html' title='The Nature Of You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3TcJGjWSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1DSyryx3dEM/s72-c/earthfae-finished.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-7659806685600138219</id><published>2007-07-18T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:38:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s1600-h/saicom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088452692379130130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s320/saicom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recognition follows, words intended for the heart;rhyme sits in respected silence,dwells as one, one script, one part.Petals closed, brand-new to view, so fresh in innocent witness;come closer, see, unleash the now,circle of splendor, in it's fitness.Quiet, peace, complete concert sways, hear the roar so still;as in this moment, crimson beauty,displays more glory real.In the candor, of the being, all belong, as does this rose;observing the observer, whispering wind,ever growing, no more to close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-7659806685600138219?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/7659806685600138219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=7659806685600138219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7659806685600138219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/7659806685600138219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Qw5GjWRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o38Oj9j4YAQ/s72-c/saicom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5817771809654211531</id><published>2007-07-18T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:31:25.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s1600-h/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088451034521753858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s320/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My Heart Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This want of you, ponders my soul,It follows me around, and in my restless nights.It lays heavy in my heart, and in the light of day.My heart aches so, with such pain,That I can't escape.This want for you.This love for you, is a true love,That is simple and true.It stays by my side, on my lonely days.It stays with me in the night,When the world is ever so cold.This love for you.I'm sure somehow, dear, it would be alright,If I had you to give this love to.But as it is, you remain a stranger.So far away from you,So I carry this love for you, with me always.Until one day, you may want my love.This want of you, is pure and simple.This love of you is true and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2006 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-5817771809654211531?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5817771809654211531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5817771809654211531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5817771809654211531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5817771809654211531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-heart-desire.html' title='My Heart Desire'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3PQZGjWQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HivmaIsdfXM/s72-c/Tears_in_the_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6657322103549590141</id><published>2007-07-18T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:22:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s1600-h/anycolorep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088448345872226546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s320/anycolorep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no way you can see into the future,Or go back and change the past,The only thing you can control,Is how long the pain in you will last .And if you look inside of your heart,There's a world of emotions for you to see And when happiness comes from just being alive You will realize all at once that your heart is free.You can rise up above any sorrows,and just live your life the best you can Believing there are always better tomorrows And loving yourself becomes the plan When you use the power that's in your heart And believe in love no matter the fate Sadness will never invade your mind Your love for life is much too great.Now you can always see reasons to smile As you think about all these wonderful things, You believe in yourself and feel no shame And those are the things that make life worth while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6657322103549590141?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6657322103549590141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6657322103549590141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6657322103549590141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6657322103549590141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rp3Mz5GjWPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/GJK58vMvKDE/s72-c/anycolorep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-6109334640183422694</id><published>2007-05-14T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:24:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s1600-h/izrailkl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064375239299175362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s320/izrailkl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Write Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me down on your love walls&lt;br /&gt;above the Eyelid of the sun and rains&lt;br /&gt;Write me down on the stons books&lt;br /&gt;on the letters scent..or even&lt;br /&gt;on the flowers nectar.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me down&lt;br /&gt;on the hanging history book&lt;br /&gt;between the scattered lines&lt;br /&gt;on the trembling flower buds&lt;br /&gt;beneath the dew drops,&lt;br /&gt;cause my soul searching&lt;br /&gt;for the holy glass&lt;br /&gt;for the sky desert sand&lt;br /&gt;for the dust soul musk.&lt;br /&gt;Iam the sky from nonexistence.&lt;br /&gt;Iam a soul filled with light,&lt;br /&gt;like the morning wishes filling the peaks.&lt;br /&gt;Iam that voice calling&lt;br /&gt;from the heart of the existence,&lt;br /&gt;lighting up the heart of darkness&lt;br /&gt;a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;Iam the bright lightning&lt;br /&gt;from the dark coulds..&lt;br /&gt;So hear my prayer..&lt;br /&gt;Hear my calling..&lt;br /&gt;Look for the mercy,&lt;br /&gt;cause iam that cross&lt;br /&gt;on which all those who loves&lt;br /&gt;will be crucified&lt;br /&gt;cause iam the good Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;leading my sheeps towards your greenish.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me on a spike,&lt;br /&gt;on the board of wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Write me a cloud&lt;br /&gt;wrapped by the moon wing,&lt;br /&gt;and erase my lines&lt;br /&gt;with the time eraser,&lt;br /&gt;and scatter me among the fog&lt;br /&gt;of the legend love&lt;br /&gt;and shining pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;14/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-6109334640183422694?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/6109334640183422694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=6109334640183422694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6109334640183422694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/6109334640183422694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/write-me.html' title='Write Me'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkhGcqu2E8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/RK90-sb80Io/s72-c/izrailkl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5883305398833721037</id><published>2007-05-10T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:26:09.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Considerations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s1600-h/sister+plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062845015466054578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s320/sister+plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Lovely Considerations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very far&lt;br /&gt;very far iam&lt;br /&gt;like a sky lamp&lt;br /&gt;like a poem staggering&lt;br /&gt;in your space..!&lt;br /&gt;Here iam shivering between the letters&lt;br /&gt;sipping what's left in me&lt;br /&gt;from you&lt;br /&gt;following your soul birds&lt;br /&gt;singing it's longing song..!&lt;br /&gt;You always appear in me&lt;br /&gt;and i light up your appearance..!&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a sea&lt;br /&gt;and iam the water and the sun in it&lt;br /&gt;and the sad clamor&lt;br /&gt;you have my hands nectar&lt;br /&gt;and i discover my flowers&lt;br /&gt;my soul&lt;br /&gt;and my dews..!&lt;br /&gt;I came out from your lungs&lt;br /&gt;as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;raining in your quarter&lt;br /&gt;irrigating your soul gardens..!&lt;br /&gt;Your bloods are stars&lt;br /&gt;carrying my vanes&lt;br /&gt;towards a much splender sky..!&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are two springs&lt;br /&gt;i drink from them every day&lt;br /&gt;and i grant the warm&lt;br /&gt;to all the children of our world..!&lt;br /&gt;A butterfly landed&lt;br /&gt;on your heart&lt;br /&gt;and then learnt the&lt;br /&gt;flying and love..!&lt;br /&gt;Your face is a dream&lt;br /&gt;searching it's keys&lt;br /&gt;in my heart corridors..!&lt;br /&gt;My life trees&lt;br /&gt;blooming in your hands sand&lt;br /&gt;it's fruits belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;and it's roots are for me..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;       10/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-5883305398833721037?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5883305398833721037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5883305398833721037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5883305398833721037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5883305398833721037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/lovely-considerations.html' title='Lovely Considerations'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RkLWt6u2E7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/r0wW6OwSbAU/s72-c/sister+plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2075501299056152558</id><published>2007-05-07T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T05:04:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s1600-h/cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061788054079280018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s320/cave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHISPERS OF THE MORNING LIGHT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A whispering wind gently quakes the boughs .The whippoorwills amuse the birds morning;We may only walk through this Eden,Never forsake the bridges that are burning.Into this morning with arms open wide,May we begin to run through the clouds;Swim inside the love we all share,Believe in the stars, moon and sky above.As the words fall through my fingertips,Will the winds bring a change to behold;Still would you be there to stand by meand love me until the tale unfolds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;7/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-2075501299056152558?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2075501299056152558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2075501299056152558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2075501299056152558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2075501299056152558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/whispers-of-morning-light-whispering.html' title=''/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj8Vaqu2E5I/AAAAAAAAAG8/y4Wms6K29VM/s72-c/cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-8663673257347022333</id><published>2007-05-06T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T05:08:26.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061417699049345922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s320/green.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;World Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A world without you is a world without sunshine.A world without you brings tears with the rain.It's a world drained of pleasure, a world in large measure Of anguish and heartache, of sadness and pain. A world without you and I couldn't rememberMoments together that we should have shared The sunrise, the sunset, the bright stars above us;They'd never be ours.....if you were not there. A world without you would leave my heart lonely.A world without you would lose most of its charm.There'd be no reason for loving or living.A world without you and I'd have empty arms.A world without you is a world without laughter.Who could I believe in? Who could I turn to?Where could I go to hide all of my grieving?What in the world could I do....in a world without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/26374158-8663673257347022333?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/8663673257347022333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=8663673257347022333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8663673257347022333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/8663673257347022333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/world-without-you.html' title='World Without You'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj3ElKu2E4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/f4oIs7P1HWs/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5092651924190213514</id><published>2007-05-06T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T04:35:44.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emigrant Longings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s1600-h/Empress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061409624510829426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s320/Empress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Emigrant Longings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me my freedom,&lt;br /&gt;and save the longing wishes..&lt;br /&gt;Raise the love banner&lt;br /&gt;which was lowered&lt;br /&gt;by your soul.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some of my longing,&lt;br /&gt;and prepare for your self&lt;br /&gt;a home in my heart to live,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel the missing&lt;br /&gt;in a world full of last.&lt;br /&gt;Take away my beauty..My being&lt;br /&gt;and the dawn candles&lt;br /&gt;from the light of my life,&lt;br /&gt;so that you can see me&lt;br /&gt;glowing in your sights.&lt;br /&gt;Give me from your vast shadow&lt;br /&gt;one star,&lt;br /&gt;and i will give you all&lt;br /&gt;my moons and sun&lt;br /&gt;and my excitement..My feelings,&lt;br /&gt;cause passion is a combination of flowers&lt;br /&gt;and whisper&lt;br /&gt;from the lips&lt;br /&gt;planted it's smile&lt;br /&gt;in your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;                      6/5/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-5092651924190213514?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5092651924190213514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5092651924190213514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5092651924190213514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5092651924190213514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/05/emigrant-longings.html' title='Emigrant Longings'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/Rj29PKu2E3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5qKqUQ1GFc/s72-c/Empress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-30094985507631463</id><published>2007-04-29T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T04:45:18.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Love Other Than Me..But I'll Be Your Love Invention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s1600-h/belongtogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058813024722621282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s320/belongtogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You Won't Love Other Than Me..&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Be Your Love Invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to my lonlyness and isolation&lt;br /&gt;let me displaced if it's your wish&lt;br /&gt;but you won't fail in love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;and you won't have another lover.&lt;br /&gt;I realized from the begenning,&lt;br /&gt;that you are the only sea gull&lt;br /&gt;who landed without a date at my anchorage.&lt;br /&gt;I want to teach my heart how to forget,&lt;br /&gt;and train my soul the pain and resistance.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone hurt sleepness in happiness.?&lt;br /&gt;And bite the forgotten pain,&lt;br /&gt;or it's just a way to escape from reality.&lt;br /&gt;My lady&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;My miss&lt;br /&gt;My sea gull.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be creative in your love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write about this love in every drop of my blood,&lt;br /&gt;which march towards my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you my everlasting love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to draw you like a carnation&lt;br /&gt;infront my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;I'll creat one statue for you&lt;br /&gt;in my soul throne.&lt;br /&gt;I want you printed on my fingers pores,&lt;br /&gt;i want you cover to my soul..&lt;br /&gt;A sweet breeze blowing with velvet scent,&lt;br /&gt;whenever i face the hard destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I won't deceive you..It's my heart which&lt;br /&gt;deceived me.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me...Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be alone.&lt;br /&gt;A call from my heart deepest side comes in shyness,&lt;br /&gt;get out from my soul..and my vanes..&lt;br /&gt;But you won't fail in love again.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get ride of my suffering.&lt;br /&gt;I want to grant you the chance of how to forget.&lt;br /&gt;I never said you don't deserve to love,&lt;br /&gt;or even you know nothing about love.&lt;br /&gt;It was the choice of separation.&lt;br /&gt;Prepare yourself for consolation..&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for departure..A departure that does not carry&lt;br /&gt;a goodbye card.&lt;br /&gt;Change your number..your address,&lt;br /&gt;but i won't change my heart address.&lt;br /&gt;Go to wherever you wish,&lt;br /&gt;but don't fail in love again..&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye soul sea gull,&lt;br /&gt;but without&lt;br /&gt;a goodbye card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;br /&gt;29/4/2007 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-30094985507631463?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/30094985507631463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=30094985507631463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/30094985507631463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/30094985507631463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-wont-love-other-than-mebut-ill-be.html' title='You Won&apos;t Love Other Than Me..But I&apos;ll Be Your Love Invention'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RjSDpKu2E2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/QvJBl7lTKyk/s72-c/belongtogether.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-5596830267961006707</id><published>2007-04-17T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T05:44:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes Of An Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s1600-h/angel104kb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054376700510376498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s320/angel104kb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The Eyes of an Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a serene, calm, and peaceful place.I felt warm sunlight touching me as an animal emerging from darkness.Is it that my eyes decive me?There was meadows of green luscious grass and flowres with the most hypnotizing scent.In the distance I saw light, but it shined brighter than any diamond and with the feel of silk on rough skin.As I approached, I felt golden rays energizing my week, and powerless body.Could it be an angel? My god it was an angel.She had the skin as white as snowflakes and eyes as blue as the heavens itself.Her wings were glazed with feathers of the soul. When she spoke it was like music that was being heard to deaf ears. Then she spoke.Her words were, one is not supposed to be here. Suddenly I awoke with a killing pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;17/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-5596830267961006707?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/5596830267961006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=5596830267961006707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5596830267961006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/5596830267961006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/eyes-of-angel.html' title='The Eyes Of An Angel'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiTA1HLukjI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vweORT60pXA/s72-c/angel104kb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-2544791297758592814</id><published>2007-04-15T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:20:39.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s1600-h/The-last-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875344682947090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s320/The-last-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When morning penetrates through my window, and i long to your eyes meadow i wear my wings, and i take the chance towards the impossible. And whenever the desperate walls becomes more closer,and the evening rains with sadness, i return to your eyes books to read there the verses of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;16/4/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-2544791297758592814?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/2544791297758592814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=2544791297758592814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2544791297758592814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/2544791297758592814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RiL42XLukhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CsUtQF-6PI/s72-c/The-last-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26374158.post-9188752315542370713</id><published>2007-04-11T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T02:13:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s1600-h/Harmony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052095686329143810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s320/Harmony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So light, I am in flight Hands free... roamin' around...Passing through frames of time,What you are to do, I sense it too And you are to say, "Are you okay?"My eyes are closed...That's what it does, in order to see.What I feel... you can't What I think... you do I am you, but you can never be me Until you, just like me...Go through the pain of being set free.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tarek Nassif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;26/8/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26374158-9188752315542370713?l=tarekanus.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/feeds/9188752315542370713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26374158&amp;postID=9188752315542370713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9188752315542370713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26374158/posts/default/9188752315542370713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarekanus.blogspot.com/2007/04/soul.html' title='Soul'/><author><name>tarekanus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11155620632580681267</uri><email>tarekanus@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05974153826161905260'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yS7f1LK59do/RhymQnLukgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/etxHx096eTg/s72-c/Harmony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>