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	<title>Michlin's Weblog</title>
	<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com</link>
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		<title>My Places</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I’m free .. I proclaim uselessly
My soul in torture.. can’t find a way
To break through this world of body language
I fee my illiterate fences
Fancy cars.. I find it an impossible task
To memorize all their trade marks
As shining jewelry obtained
By scrambled mannequins ..
Signed with figures terminal..of sounds
 
In each struggle to approach
I fail.. can’t find a way [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=45&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/12/18/my-places/</link>
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		<title>absorbance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Some leaves are sponges 
absorbing light.. as wedges
accepting defeats as victories 
embracing the universe
gazing at stars.. riding the winds
ruining walls unveiling insights
fighting fiercely to get that ocean ride
 
……There…..
Can’t get too involved in oceanic rage 
Droplets of fear measured 
in motion tides.. and foamy trance
A cruel movement I can’t precise
Squeeze no more, the bottom already
tied up.. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=42&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/12/10/absorbance/</link>
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		<title>His servant</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Transported to His world
Under His demand
He lets me collect few words
Flowers from His realm
A capture of an instant rapture
 
With a handful of insights
A borrowed hand 
Holding a pen..
Words utter what
The mind conceives not
 
A gift a reward providing
Some sort of delight
“I”, a voice of “He”
A device in his hand
Yearns to be…
His loyal servant
Shiny at day and velvet [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=30&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/his-servant/</link>
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		<title>Transcending and Ascending.. in endless simultaneous exchange</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ transcend and ascend simultaneously
Promptly, punctually without any delay
The earth arms are here to welcome your matter
Transfer your irrational diseases through my trunk
Let it all be buried into the soil
The soil of our decomposed ancestors
Enriches our leaves.. our enchantments
Our melodies.. our hymns 
Strengthens our faith..
Fastens our strength
 
And we rise up from death to life
Head- up.. arms [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=28&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/12/01/transcending-and-ascending-in-endless-simultaneous-exchange/</link>
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		<title>The monster who forgives</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At first it was a hit on my back
Anger has been visualized
Developing.. encountering 
The whole.. of me
Arising from the dead
A monster in a flesh
I huffed and puffed
Swore and threatened..
A lifetime avenge..
 
In time, at a sunrise..
With a bird singing..
With a friend’s smile..
Meeting with My child’s eye..
The consent.. finding a lullaby
I am yelling at myself now..
Swallowing all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=23&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/11/28/the-monster-who-forgives/</link>
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		<title>Portrays</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dysfunctional traits
Inhibit our portrays..
 
A fish  on  haze
a struggle for change
a murmur .. in the horizon
an echo&#8230;
unlocking sounds and games
 
 
 As she lands
.. everyone in her memory..
An image of her face.
 
       <img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=21&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/11/28/portrays/</link>
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		<title>Envy me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Envy me..for scars and remaining traces
From our last passionate embraces
Remaining of your unborn kids dwelling in my womb,
Swimming affluent in my stream,
Looking passionately for a unifying field ,
Envy me, for the bruises and wounds on my knees,
And sculptures of flames delicately carving by brains..
People kneel for the intentions to pray
I knelt to worship our moments [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=18&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/11/21/envy-me/</link>
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		<title>Labyrinthe</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Suck my dreams
Sink my tease.. if you wish
Swallow me..
Adapt me..adapt my memory..
If you could
Convince yourself I&#8217;m a puppet..
Your puppet
An ant in a colony
marching in search to proclaim..
what? a glance?
A sip in a marble..useless and in vain?
The truth?
fallcay of molecules
Scientific proofs..devastations
Did You ever think I would believe?
that I could possibly proclaim?
to adopt words..
In education and dictionaries..
like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=13&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/11/17/labyrinthe/</link>
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		<title>The Rythmic Dances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Watching You dancing slow at the rhythmic blues of the breeze,
Going insane at the beat of the wind
Naked, shining all your wits under the sun
Showing it all proudly to me..
Shamelessly, careless about perseverance
And all its submissive children
Free and madly in love
I run towards You..climb into your arms
Look up for your enormously erotic branch
Entering me up… [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=12&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/05/21/the-rythmic-dances/</link>
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		<title>I don&#8217;t know</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“I don’t know”  … such a beautiful expression..
humble and clear, warming and friendly…
appeasing the mind soothing the wounds..
the sight of the blind it is..
with its shining strays burn..
so I have to put on my sunglasses forbearing it..
dragging me to be a nomad..
I never want to be satisfied in laying every night in the same bed,
But [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=michlin.wordpress.com&blog=3620845&post=11&subd=michlin&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://michlin.wordpress.com/2008/05/14/i-dont-know/</link>
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