<?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-6684195944013878755</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:43:30.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk by love</title><subtitle type='html'>love is global and not only between lovers.
it is not only a present also a desition.
love is ONLY nice and smooth. there is no pain in love, no sorrow, no tragedy.......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/2025657983062728465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/2025657983062728465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-4676648560276013916</id><published>2012-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:16:33.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset in my face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;....the sunset in my face,&lt;br /&gt;is heating but i am behind the glass.&lt;br /&gt;the memory of you is burning,&lt;br /&gt;inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;the view from here is relaxing,&lt;br /&gt;but it is just a view.&lt;br /&gt;the picture of you is placed,&lt;br /&gt;deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything can happen in the next second so we enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;to have you in my arms, agalitsa the finest way.&lt;br /&gt;i melt and feel complete in that moment.the elements loose their power when i am close to you.&lt;br /&gt;nani aghapi mou,is great with you.drinking coffee and haveing breakfeast is freshing double wise.&lt;br /&gt;charming is the way you talk and the way you walk infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;filli on your cheeks make me feeling kala.&lt;br /&gt;cana min, ez de hez dikm. gelek, you now that.&lt;br /&gt;beri is the situation and hu is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank the boss to be nice to us that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-4676648560276013916?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/4676648560276013916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunset-in-my-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/4676648560276013916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/4676648560276013916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunset-in-my-face.html' title='sunset in my face'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-8842647315934896072</id><published>2011-12-19T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:40:06.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO DEAR TO MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Efi, you are my melody.&lt;br /&gt;and now i´m going on a trip again, i don´t know what &lt;br /&gt;will happen there. first god and i will see what life has&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;prepaired to come up on me.&lt;br /&gt;the magic words you said are still echoing in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;i´m not sleepy so i write to till the batteries run off. &lt;br /&gt;i must laugh when i think of my try to set my cell phone to be reachable for you&lt;br /&gt;and call you.allways i´ll miss you.but my phone is fooling me &lt;br /&gt;and began to do weard things again.&lt;br /&gt;i made my self on the way from your&lt;br /&gt;healthy arms and secure smile towards tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish only one thing from the great creator,&lt;br /&gt;and that is youre health. i have cried many tears as kids&lt;br /&gt;because i have missed my friend and becoming bloodbrother.&lt;br /&gt;a very close feeling fills my mind but there are no tears. &lt;br /&gt;your existing is so dear to my heart. you must forgive&lt;br /&gt;me my unmatureness. i can wait for the right moment &lt;br /&gt;to see you again.we are like arrow and bow. we belong&lt;br /&gt;to eachother like the bird to the sky.lava to the vulkany.&lt;br /&gt;i feel the freedom is blowing melodies in my soul like&lt;br /&gt;whistles in a good mood after leaving the class room.&lt;br /&gt;i fly high and you keep me in the air like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;i wait for the day where you´ll fall a sleep, in my arms and &lt;br /&gt;i will breave calm and hold you close to my body.&lt;br /&gt;you, my great tender, i dream in the day and stay awaik at night.&lt;br /&gt;allday long i hear you laughing and feel the magic touch of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are wishes to stay for the rest of my little life with you.&lt;br /&gt;the time to be with you in heaven after life would be not enough.&lt;br /&gt;to stay in this world; with the people we love and the people we have to excapt;&lt;br /&gt;like we do ;would satisfie me to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;it is always a change in life.sometimes in seconds and tradgic or slow and easy with wonder.&lt;br /&gt;both of them together i would except as long as i can be with you.&lt;br /&gt;in another time blackness i have choosen for me to learn to be light.&lt;br /&gt;i felt very lonly but strong. now i have warm place in your heart and&lt;br /&gt;weak when i feel like. i never had the wish to be like steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Efi mou,&lt;br /&gt;i love youuuuuuu.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-8842647315934896072?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/8842647315934896072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-dear-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/8842647315934896072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/8842647315934896072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-dear-to-my-heart.html' title='SO DEAR TO MY HEART'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-5440519878740301823</id><published>2011-12-18T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:14:47.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;when the timing is right a lot of peoples say it is fate.but is there fate?&lt;br /&gt;i don´t know but there is the right timing and i also think that timing is a big thing in lifebut everything beginns in my mind.things should happen in the right time. so think and try to decide straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it is the right time to write this? oh yeah, it was the best timing to make this coffe and the right one cause my cigarett was just woke up to get smoked. ahhhhh.... and i say more and bigger things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....it is the right time to open up my heart and free my soul,&lt;br /&gt;it is the right time to express my love to you. &lt;br /&gt;i was never so in timing with let my fears become thoughts of simple-heartedness.&lt;br /&gt;the time, you wrote me was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-5440519878740301823?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/5440519878740301823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/timing_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/5440519878740301823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/5440519878740301823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/timing_18.html' title='TIMING'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-3662913352599057998</id><published>2011-12-02T02:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T01:13:08.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;there is a time where it could happen that we loos our concentration.&lt;br /&gt;then we ´ll have questions over questions. requestion the question and begin to overthink everything till we get confused.&lt;br /&gt;the almighty gives and takes, sends and calls. we will never be able to understand the whole spectrum of the whole.&lt;br /&gt;but as long we keep concentraited and be sure of our selfs by adding our souls together to an other level,&lt;br /&gt;our trust will open up a new door for every door witch closes behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am guided by the desition to develop in every part of my beeing here.&lt;br /&gt;witch is a unpayable present from the one who gave me tihs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-3662913352599057998?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3662913352599057998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/guidance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/3662913352599057998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/3662913352599057998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/12/guidance.html' title='guidance'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-3005008225904177485</id><published>2011-11-29T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T04:20:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>das it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;by the first blink i did today morning,it was clear what i am.&lt;br /&gt;it was so clear, that even the sun outside, showed it to me with all the collours my eyes could see.&lt;br /&gt;one by one, in the mix and all together.&lt;br /&gt;i remamber the pictures out on the dry gras. up on the mountan. i remamber the silence, when the falcons where over me in the sky and chasing the area to hunt for food, to feed theire little ones.&lt;br /&gt;back than i new the little ones will learn to fly and get out to find there food by there own.&lt;br /&gt;and today i now that i am out to find my way by my own with love.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am drunk in love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-3005008225904177485?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/3005008225904177485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/3005008225904177485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/3005008225904177485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/das-it.html' title='das it'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-7242860485033259487</id><published>2011-11-19T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:42:01.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>philosophical muppet show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;....oh you´re awaik again? do you have to?&lt;br /&gt;ehm, no but i am. and it´s nice to be. i felt asleep yesterday night infront of the skype.&lt;br /&gt;a vires was breaking my connection daown always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of laughter about my self in the citchen with K.&lt;br /&gt;that is how my day beginns.it shell go on like this the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the flower i couln´t smell throught the screen yesterday. but felt youin my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like i am traveling because iam looking for somthing or someone but i feel that it is not a place or&lt;br /&gt;or person i am looking for. it is a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a situation where sacarzm does not heart or teasing is geting to a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;where beeing able to serve a good mood becomes privileg.&lt;br /&gt;in the state of trust and forgivingnes i become drunk. smiling and singing throught the time wicht looses&lt;br /&gt;it continuity.&lt;br /&gt;love is the state for sure. friendship is a part of it and i become one of&amp;nbsp; "Statler and Waldof"&lt;br /&gt;and feel like in a muppet show.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let show go on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-7242860485033259487?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/7242860485033259487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/philosophical-muppet-show.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/7242860485033259487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/7242860485033259487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/11/philosophical-muppet-show.html' title='philosophical muppet show'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684195944013878755.post-6585041713434993462</id><published>2011-10-11T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T04:10:02.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the morning</title><content type='html'>...every morning when i open up my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i wake up with a smile. thankfull to understand that i do my part very well,&lt;br /&gt;as human in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a state of trust and belief. Storm and silence.Memories and forgivness.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will change this state easyly. Not the weather or my income.&lt;br /&gt;Not even the pictures of death and struggle i have to see all the time at the neightbours newspaper in the tube.&lt;br /&gt;I think about you even i never met you, but having the feeling of knowing you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the feelings taking controll and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mind tells me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She trusts the words you write, and the pictures of you she saw.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words becomes feelings and make my heart pump faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my heart tells my mind:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Please give me more of this. It makes us faster, brings us into a good mood. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings overcome my mind and my mind beginns to panic and tries to defend his right to exist in balance:&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Answering to my heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Did you forgett the last time you where in Love? It ended up in lonelyness!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Be carefull....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MY SOUL INTERRUPTS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVERY DAY IS A NEW DAY. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUMANS CAN CHANGE THAT FAST.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT IF YOU BEGINN TO LOOSE YOURE TRUST,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; YOU WILL LOOS YOUR LOVE AND YOUSELF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Garip says:&lt;br /&gt;let us enjoy it to the fullest. you never know when the time of leaving this world will knock at our door!&lt;br /&gt;i don´t expact anything from love. i am just a servant of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684195944013878755-6585041713434993462?l=drunkbylove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/feeds/6585041713434993462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/6585041713434993462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684195944013878755/posts/default/6585041713434993462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkbylove.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning.html' title='the morning'/><author><name>garip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_okbdBSRhbLY/TVKkfVc1DLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/_hoUWm5ALtk/s220/DSC03138.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
