<?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-11506933</id><updated>2009-02-21T09:58:10.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Shooting Star</title><subtitle type='html'>Description is such an easy word:P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451462933223102</id><published>2005-04-26T13:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:21:33.642+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's flying high in circles&lt;br /&gt;spreads her wings kissing the wind&lt;br /&gt;she's looking for a light under her wondering sky&lt;br /&gt;she flew low and she flew high&lt;br /&gt;watching her start&lt;br /&gt;her soft dance into the dark&lt;br /&gt;she passed me by like a glancing thought&lt;br /&gt;riding the air dissolving into his course&lt;br /&gt;she left me a question as she flew&lt;br /&gt;i sat silently contempling in a reply&lt;br /&gt;something to make her land me a clue&lt;br /&gt;something to say to the sweet butterfly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451462933223102?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451462933223102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451462933223102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-flight.html' title='In Flight'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451442860943296</id><published>2005-04-26T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:20:28.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Luw</title><content type='html'>he hides behind the shadows of vacant streets&lt;br /&gt;yet he sits beside you and begin to speak&lt;br /&gt;riddles filled talk yet it pleases who hears&lt;br /&gt;it dissovles with desire and tends to make one meek&lt;br /&gt;power is his language&lt;br /&gt;you can get up now and go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but he lites his matches &lt;br /&gt;onto ur lips sealed&lt;br /&gt;his eyes say something&lt;br /&gt;but you can eloprate its you he's taking heed&lt;br /&gt;now he left and he's gone&lt;br /&gt;your there and your all alone&lt;br /&gt;but his words echos over the noise coming from the street&lt;br /&gt;have you been born or did you just turn to stone&lt;br /&gt;what did he say his name was?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451442860943296?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451442860943296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451442860943296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/sam-luw.html' title='Sam Luw'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451426807527585</id><published>2005-04-26T13:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:17:48.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>True?!</title><content type='html'>truth is a name&lt;br /&gt;quitely heard &lt;br /&gt;and gently framed&lt;br /&gt;by the mighty hands of mispoken words&lt;br /&gt;they had her again&lt;br /&gt;now she's silently lost &lt;br /&gt;and the gurads stood in front of her gate&lt;br /&gt;while i kept searching for her in my brain&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find her and i can't wait&lt;br /&gt;for her to come back and wash away the rain ....once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451426807527585?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451426807527585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451426807527585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/true.html' title='True?!'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451408650863008</id><published>2005-04-26T13:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T13:17:10.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror mirror</title><content type='html'>been running out of me&lt;br /&gt;been running out of here&lt;br /&gt;out of here out of me&lt;br /&gt;then i met me past a mirror wall&lt;br /&gt;i looked familiar i looked like me&lt;br /&gt;but with two curves resting on my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;there's a line near my chin&lt;br /&gt;must got that while shaving from weeks&lt;br /&gt;i saw who i was in&lt;br /&gt;its like we both met in a dance&lt;br /&gt;it sure looked different from within&lt;br /&gt;felt like giving me a nice chance&lt;br /&gt;to meet me and then&lt;br /&gt;smiling touch my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451408650863008?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451408650863008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451408650863008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror mirror'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451376838486430</id><published>2005-04-26T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:09:28.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An ode to me</title><content type='html'>silicon waves dance on my screen &lt;br /&gt;concludes into something to say&lt;br /&gt;the letters look cheap&lt;br /&gt;someone is telling me in someone else's words &lt;br /&gt;that im being missed&lt;br /&gt;though i could feel pleased&lt;br /&gt;but it just bends one of my lips&lt;br /&gt;i think to myself "well if it was wrote by the sender&lt;br /&gt;it would have left me at ease"&lt;br /&gt;i say why don't i watch some t.v&lt;br /&gt;turn it on and tunning me in&lt;br /&gt;there was a tribe of dancing girls and some guys&lt;br /&gt;with bright colors dancing away from reality&lt;br /&gt;and vaccant smiles as a smudge on their faces&lt;br /&gt;the music wasnt so loud a some riff and a couple of basses&lt;br /&gt;turned the channel there was the news a solid faced woman &lt;br /&gt;talking about dead ppl&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if my mother father sister and a brother were among them&lt;br /&gt;would it still leave me blank&lt;br /&gt;not knowing wat to do or how to react&lt;br /&gt;i flipped more channels&lt;br /&gt;nothing but ppl talking a woman cooking&lt;br /&gt;and a man trying to sell someone some plastic bag&lt;br /&gt;or a name tag&lt;br /&gt;i decided i will let t.v be&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed the phone and made a call&lt;br /&gt;to an old friend&lt;br /&gt;"hey how r u doing"....."wat r u doing"&lt;br /&gt;"ah wat a drag"....."lets have a snack"&lt;br /&gt;"so when will u be back"....."catch u later"&lt;br /&gt;all this brought the conversation to an end&lt;br /&gt;then i got a call from my cold friend&lt;br /&gt;she told me about how love doesnt knock her door&lt;br /&gt;and a couple of her friends r a perfect match&lt;br /&gt;i hung up&lt;br /&gt;went to grab the papers&lt;br /&gt;some goverment offical speaker says its not his fault&lt;br /&gt;and some bomb was found under a car&lt;br /&gt;a star laid his star on a pavement&lt;br /&gt;a scientist made copper out of tar&lt;br /&gt;searched the papers for a hidden amusement&lt;br /&gt;put all i got was a somehow bizarre&lt;br /&gt;thought of joining the parliment&lt;br /&gt;i side smiled &lt;br /&gt;thought how badly this world need a meaningful statement&lt;br /&gt;i went to make some tea waited in the kitchen till the water boiled&lt;br /&gt;got my tea turned music on&lt;br /&gt;there was talk about turning lights&lt;br /&gt;great hights&lt;br /&gt;bronken lives&lt;br /&gt;a search light&lt;br /&gt;trust&lt;br /&gt;lust&lt;br /&gt;and i ended it with someone screaming "Get up"&lt;br /&gt;i sang along and felt some chiling in my spine&lt;br /&gt;then i became silent for a moment&lt;br /&gt;a scholars talk came across my mind about singing being a religious crime&lt;br /&gt;i found a pen and a white paper&lt;br /&gt;wrote a note to remind myself to write a love song&lt;br /&gt;came across a book &lt;br /&gt;looked thru it found it filled with johnny's and alex's&lt;br /&gt;left it aside and said i might read it later&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm i think i better become a surfer or a skater&lt;br /&gt;or maybe have a van goahanian life&lt;br /&gt;some anonymous quote was playied in my mind&lt;br /&gt;said the cost might vary when ur dead than alive&lt;br /&gt;a static a result of a research in a magazine&lt;br /&gt;read there's already 4 dead people out of five&lt;br /&gt;got my keys put on shoes &lt;br /&gt;headed for a walk or a drive&lt;br /&gt;a simple cure for mistaken blues&lt;br /&gt;a plug out could be really nice&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of kids passed me&lt;br /&gt;their laughter made me realize&lt;br /&gt;the urge for a nice warm feel&lt;br /&gt;like the ones they have in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;passed a mid 20's man &lt;br /&gt;u can hear revoultion in his jive&lt;br /&gt;then he talked of bills 10 12 50 &lt;br /&gt;before he faded i recognized the word alive&lt;br /&gt;a pretty girl in vail walked by&lt;br /&gt;she was following the pace of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;got her eyes on her feet fixed&lt;br /&gt;she eyes me quick&lt;br /&gt;am i in her world or is she in mine&lt;br /&gt;i came across several things&lt;br /&gt;garbage cans &lt;br /&gt;nice colors covered with dust&lt;br /&gt;guys girls sitting on some bricks&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i've landed on a different crust&lt;br /&gt;sand and alot of cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;are on both sides of the street&lt;br /&gt;there's an ad&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if its offering me help or a snack&lt;br /&gt;a car passes me&lt;br /&gt;loud music &lt;br /&gt;gives me the feeling that im living in an ad&lt;br /&gt;where the air is clean and the trees r so green&lt;br /&gt;watever the image sells would leave u glad&lt;br /&gt;but dont know why all that has seen&lt;br /&gt;left me longing for comfort of being mad&lt;br /&gt;where all the thoughts r clear&lt;br /&gt;and when one no more is sad&lt;br /&gt;as the thoughts steers my walk&lt;br /&gt;now im looking at a small park&lt;br /&gt;stray dogs and cats&lt;br /&gt;look relevent to the ppl walking across&lt;br /&gt;the idea that ppl somehow look like animals &lt;br /&gt;they gather to take a leader or a boss&lt;br /&gt;but i guess with animals there are no criminals&lt;br /&gt;or maybe there is&lt;br /&gt;i just added one more question mark&lt;br /&gt;to one of this world's mysteries&lt;br /&gt;more music pass me by&lt;br /&gt;could it be this country is destined for dancing&lt;br /&gt;it looks like its inclined for this tendencies&lt;br /&gt;i think im trying to be an optimistic &lt;br /&gt;in a road of one way seconds followed by minutes resulting a hour&lt;br /&gt;doesnt all this cause static&lt;br /&gt;could all that count in a cold breeze&lt;br /&gt;the idea of UFO's or inhabited planets struck me as ridicilous&lt;br /&gt;who need another populations while we cant figure out these&lt;br /&gt;time to head back where i came from&lt;br /&gt;i might find on the way back some solace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451376838486430?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451376838486430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451376838486430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/ode-to-me.html' title='An ode to me'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451327873009786</id><published>2005-04-26T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:01:18.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Glue</title><content type='html'>i always got something to say&lt;br /&gt;when she's gone when she's away&lt;br /&gt;she's always there when im sleeping or when wide awake&lt;br /&gt;i always wonder why hope is always grasping to nothing but a crane&lt;br /&gt;is it dark or getting bright or am i blind i can't tell , i don't know&lt;br /&gt;and why angels dont have shoes??&lt;br /&gt;the wind sometime pet me when im blue&lt;br /&gt;and it sometimes rage like i do&lt;br /&gt;i hear her voice weaved &lt;br /&gt;entwined with summer's cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;autumn butterflies&lt;br /&gt;spring desires&lt;br /&gt;and winter's conclusions&lt;br /&gt;am i in love with glue&lt;br /&gt;and why im stuck and can't get my feet to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451327873009786?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451327873009786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451327873009786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/glue.html' title='Glue'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451292385496234</id><published>2005-04-26T12:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:55:23.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dawn</title><content type='html'>the dawn comes and i remember it spent with u&lt;br /&gt;ur words ...ur breath...are u&lt;br /&gt;the day follows but its grey as if it grew wings and just flew&lt;br /&gt;maybe i thought u exist i cant fell ur presence&lt;br /&gt;im sad with a smile a very big smile&lt;br /&gt;a sighing smile that ends with a giggle like it hurts in a tickling way&lt;br /&gt;maybe ur there on a yesterday door step&lt;br /&gt;and a tremorous now&lt;br /&gt;oh how it shakes like reflections pinched with wind on the face of the nile&lt;br /&gt;the glittering sounds of strumming&lt;br /&gt;they are colored &lt;br /&gt;rich and seen with a naked eye&lt;br /&gt;but for your face i can't see in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451292385496234?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451292385496234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451292385496234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/dawn.html' title='Dawn'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451183113967088</id><published>2005-04-26T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:37:11.140+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Love</title><content type='html'>i will curse just for the sake of your anger&lt;br /&gt;i wont tolerate anything or anyone&lt;br /&gt;i will discriminate all no can be whole or one&lt;br /&gt;i will call names just for fun&lt;br /&gt;i will make this hell on earth&lt;br /&gt;i will try and try until you disappear disgraced and in shame&lt;br /&gt;i will laugh and grin at all your remarks&lt;br /&gt;no one can be saved&lt;br /&gt;no god not today&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow if your still here&lt;br /&gt;i will dig holes deep&lt;br /&gt;i will call lava gold&lt;br /&gt;i will tell them of the things they want to hear&lt;br /&gt;i will whisper &lt;br /&gt;i will invoke tempermental pleasure&lt;br /&gt;i will tell them they last forever&lt;br /&gt;i will make them scatter &lt;br /&gt;i will say i dont believe in you&lt;br /&gt;i will do it for fame&lt;br /&gt;i will do it for a title and a name&lt;br /&gt;no one know you come thru&lt;br /&gt;no god they dont&lt;br /&gt;and if someone did they got a place for that&lt;br /&gt;i will mix desires like mixing drinks&lt;br /&gt;i will enlarge their sickest of imagination&lt;br /&gt;i will make them not think&lt;br /&gt;i will fill their heads with smoke&lt;br /&gt;i will stand far watching the fire eat them alive&lt;br /&gt;i will burn all hope with their ignorance&lt;br /&gt;i will close their open eyes with their blindness&lt;br /&gt;i will tell them i dont exist&lt;br /&gt;i will inspire and they will do the rest&lt;br /&gt;i will make them think its no big deal its no test&lt;br /&gt;i will polish all of my seven sons&lt;br /&gt;i will reflect a ray of light from ur sun&lt;br /&gt;no one cares&lt;br /&gt;no god not a single soul&lt;br /&gt;could be the birds and pigenos who do&lt;br /&gt;but u know how much i love you&lt;br /&gt;i just want to prove myself to you&lt;br /&gt;will you ever forgive me god?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451183113967088?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451183113967088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451183113967088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-love.html' title='For The Love'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451164986095470</id><published>2005-04-26T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:34:09.863+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In Another words</title><content type='html'>help&lt;br /&gt;self&lt;br /&gt;aggiated&lt;br /&gt;dry mouthed from talking&lt;br /&gt;thirsty from sleeping&lt;br /&gt;angels with no wings&lt;br /&gt;horses&lt;br /&gt;roses&lt;br /&gt;cigrette ends&lt;br /&gt;another amend&lt;br /&gt;collect urself&lt;br /&gt;mend ur own heart with glue&lt;br /&gt;another advice&lt;br /&gt;oh how am so wise&lt;br /&gt;disguise&lt;br /&gt;her eyes&lt;br /&gt;me mine&lt;br /&gt;para&lt;br /&gt;tetra&lt;br /&gt;confidence&lt;br /&gt;tolerance&lt;br /&gt;alien apduction&lt;br /&gt;yeah right&lt;br /&gt;watever&lt;br /&gt;so bright&lt;br /&gt;turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;air waves&lt;br /&gt;tele&lt;br /&gt;deli&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;something to say&lt;br /&gt;had&lt;br /&gt;have had&lt;br /&gt;too bad&lt;br /&gt;a truck&lt;br /&gt;somehow stuck&lt;br /&gt;creatures seeking perfection&lt;br /&gt;departure&lt;br /&gt;out of body experience&lt;br /&gt;ahead&lt;br /&gt;a state&lt;br /&gt;frequancies&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;last words&lt;br /&gt;adivce&lt;br /&gt;cheap idea of paradise&lt;br /&gt;paradox&lt;br /&gt;bored again&lt;br /&gt;complain&lt;br /&gt;rain&lt;br /&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;anchors&lt;br /&gt;shores&lt;br /&gt;directions&lt;br /&gt;had to say&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry say it again&lt;br /&gt;is that ur name?&lt;br /&gt;question mark&lt;br /&gt;a sudden spark&lt;br /&gt;did you see that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451164986095470?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451164986095470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451164986095470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-another-words.html' title='In Another words'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451047153882216</id><published>2005-04-26T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:14:31.540+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>we met on a hazy cloud of words&lt;br /&gt;we traded names and got into a conversational blues&lt;br /&gt;i asked her what could life bring us?!&lt;br /&gt;she said what could it make us lose&lt;br /&gt;i said could it be real with all its ways&lt;br /&gt;she went silent and she said "can't you see your shoes"&lt;br /&gt;i said "isnt it a strange answer you chose"&lt;br /&gt;"well" she said "the lace is your life and the rest are just rules"&lt;br /&gt;"ah ok" i said "from now on i will start wearing boots"&lt;br /&gt;she laughed at me saying "i think i know now why it goes"&lt;br /&gt;i said "isnt there a time where you could take off your woes"&lt;br /&gt;she gave a sad smile and asked "havent you heard the news"&lt;br /&gt;i shrudded so she carried on saying "i just had my truce"&lt;br /&gt;i didnt understand i asked her to give me a clue&lt;br /&gt;grinning she said "between me and all thats cruel"&lt;br /&gt;i asked her "why ?!? what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;she laughed loudly and said "thats one thing i wont say to you"&lt;br /&gt;she sat up and ran .. disappeared with the wind that blew&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what could it be that she knew&lt;br /&gt;im going to follow the line that she drew&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will get to meet her too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451047153882216?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;just cool laughter &amp; dawning bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dry up ur cheeks for a beautiful kiss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the face of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is time for the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wakes up when we go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are free in this dream with our eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we are only breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is the time &amp; the time is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat we feel is feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wind she speaks about silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell the earth moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the eyes are now for hearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ears are now for seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this is a dream we are not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tomoorw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no happiness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no locks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no satalite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no t.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple...free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451039360567049?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451039360567049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451039360567049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/still.html' title='Still'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451027219713281</id><published>2005-04-26T12:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:11:12.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When talking speaks</title><content type='html'>i live under a close cover&lt;br /&gt;i see my life under its mystical warmth&lt;br /&gt;and her ancient drumming&lt;br /&gt;on the momentary valley time walks his horse&lt;br /&gt;and the road keeps summing&lt;br /&gt;in a gentle remorse&lt;br /&gt;all the dead flowers blackening&lt;br /&gt;gathered forming a rose&lt;br /&gt;with voice silently soothing&lt;br /&gt;taking my anchor to a different course&lt;br /&gt;a simple visitation energying&lt;br /&gt;molecules opening doors&lt;br /&gt;2 lights seem to shine like vanity&lt;br /&gt;it trembles her makes her decide to go&lt;br /&gt;and knowladge with his purple armour&lt;br /&gt;is just curious to know&lt;br /&gt;about the whitness of lady foe&lt;br /&gt;but the red in the silkness &lt;br /&gt;of jealousy show&lt;br /&gt;experience is left not knowing what to know&lt;br /&gt;hope is alone wandering if he can still carry on&lt;br /&gt;they come to me for comfort &lt;br /&gt;the come to me for soul&lt;br /&gt;now they r sitting silenty on my wondering porch&lt;br /&gt;but love turned out with the perfect goal&lt;br /&gt;he said why dont we turn on our torchs&lt;br /&gt;and stumble in eacthother in the real world&lt;br /&gt;maddness felt happy and agreed to vote&lt;br /&gt;the movment disappeared as it heard &lt;br /&gt;caution stood up and said lets take a rain coat&lt;br /&gt;as they went along &lt;br /&gt;sailing with my boat&lt;br /&gt;then mind said to soul "here they go again doing what i thought"&lt;br /&gt;and silence stood quitely watching them float&lt;br /&gt;im left alone with television on and a paper book&lt;br /&gt;wishing that what i see isnt really over&lt;br /&gt;would they come back and forget&lt;br /&gt;so we can live under that close cover once again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451027219713281?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451027219713281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451027219713281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-talking-speaks.html' title='When talking speaks'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451021143306512</id><published>2005-04-26T12:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:10:11.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you?</title><content type='html'>i sometimes really REALLY wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will you stop playing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come with talk like dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fragments to mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non categorized ryhming roars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mind that soars in sillouettes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in between lines you claim doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perception of shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dance to constant fabrications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youu smile on words that tends to let&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dual flow of wordly.... confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you claim to know how whole my words raveled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont hear the choirs ,the prayers and never noticed the helmet on my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no not an astrounat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a helmet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving , lusterus like heaven's scent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it travel around us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth buckles her belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy snickers like hazelnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that blushs like eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words with no punctuation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but joins , weaves like a thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seamless &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless to all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to your frames and fences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back behind the old dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind your tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i must be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the last song that just faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that left a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tickle to your spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reminder for breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or seizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your eyes are still fixed here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the last line .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451021143306512?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451021143306512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451021143306512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/are-you.html' title='Are you?'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451017760643983</id><published>2005-04-26T12:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:09:37.606+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>there's nothing in the upcoming words to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the describing process takes place upon the subconciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words flow .... flow to openness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on your mind tranquil , helplessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some images might come out the ones by which i might be obsessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a sand-clock the rush of sand gives the feeling of time steadiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will fight and refrain from monotonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as i impose the diagnose of wordly cowrdice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you might hide back in your awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotion,devotion might as well last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a wish deep in heart that you might catch a glimpse of the sense you missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;between lines is a word of creating a mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing between the lines except what you just read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is there is what you get,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was just trying to build a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to perform movies upon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tickets no usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have a seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit back and enjoy the show of humaness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451017760643983?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451017760643983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451017760643983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451011375180820</id><published>2005-04-26T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:08:33.753+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruby Today</title><content type='html'>how can ruby go away?&lt;br /&gt;when she carries every beat of our heart&lt;br /&gt;when she has her mystical tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;when they are gone for a different wednesday, she waves it good bye&lt;br /&gt;for a certain thursday yes she knows why&lt;br /&gt;can see it inscripted in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;just the same way their inclined to change their color from bluiest of skies to firey light&lt;br /&gt;she always has a reason to be sad and a reason to smile&lt;br /&gt;logic dances on her glances when our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;shy! thats why i think she's logic's own defet&lt;br /&gt;ruby cant go away ... no not today .... simply no way&lt;br /&gt;even inbetween bracets or in an enclosed frame&lt;br /&gt;she can make it happen but she doesnt want tomorrow to envy today&lt;br /&gt;for he will know wat happened and it wont be the same&lt;br /&gt;in a behind closed eyelids kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451011375180820?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451011375180820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451011375180820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/ruby-today.html' title='Ruby Today'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111451005138197288</id><published>2005-04-26T11:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T12:07:31.383+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment untitled</title><content type='html'>hey you!!&lt;br /&gt;how are you?&lt;br /&gt;are you there?&lt;br /&gt;can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;maybe see me?&lt;br /&gt;im waving&lt;br /&gt;im standing here&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes over there&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes sing aloud&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes scream&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes walk by&lt;br /&gt;are you following?&lt;br /&gt;how come i never saw your face&lt;br /&gt;how come when i walk by you ,your shadow have a pace&lt;br /&gt;are you following me?&lt;br /&gt;you can join me&lt;br /&gt;dont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;cultivate &lt;br /&gt;or even recycle it&lt;br /&gt;come along&lt;br /&gt;i might not go far&lt;br /&gt;might just hang around here&lt;br /&gt;around the corner&lt;br /&gt;behind the line&lt;br /&gt;that separates two different states&lt;br /&gt;but dont worry&lt;br /&gt;the people there are the same&lt;br /&gt;10 fingers and two feet&lt;br /&gt;no difference supposedly anti-mates&lt;br /&gt;its funny here i tell you&lt;br /&gt;enough to bring tears&lt;br /&gt;you know we might as well face the same fate&lt;br /&gt;we might be on the same ship&lt;br /&gt;facing the same iceberg&lt;br /&gt;or the same sunset&lt;br /&gt;you know wat else is funny,&lt;br /&gt;now has no rules&lt;br /&gt;we can build it up&lt;br /&gt;make it &lt;br /&gt;no need for fixing&lt;br /&gt;we can start with new&lt;br /&gt;you are smiling right?&lt;br /&gt;see its true&lt;br /&gt;we can go now&lt;br /&gt;for an adventure , an insight&lt;br /&gt;we might be trying to get out of here&lt;br /&gt;out of this place&lt;br /&gt;we might as well be looking for here&lt;br /&gt;wat we got ,wat we see&lt;br /&gt;see, we can do anything everything and all&lt;br /&gt;im ready&lt;br /&gt;im set &lt;br /&gt;im on the go&lt;br /&gt;your coming right?&lt;br /&gt;dont say anything , lets move on&lt;br /&gt;hey &lt;br /&gt;wait &lt;br /&gt;do you have a light??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111451005138197288?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451005138197288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111451005138197288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/04/moment-untitled.html' title='Moment untitled'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111105228579264531</id><published>2005-03-17T11:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:38:05.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dug a hole in a new morning&lt;br /&gt;once i broke the last remains of a night&lt;br /&gt;crimson, yellow and red welcomed me with open arms&lt;br /&gt;a smile patted me on the back&lt;br /&gt;and when i looked behind me she gave me a wink,&lt;br /&gt;venus was shinning ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;oh, how here is gone!&lt;br /&gt;lunacy in a song&lt;br /&gt;thoughts once came but now they run fast and flee&lt;br /&gt;dead pigeons’ light a formerly known grave&lt;br /&gt;the moon eclipsed&lt;br /&gt;and every time i take a long breath&lt;br /&gt;i tighten my fist&lt;br /&gt;distraction, confusion is tattooed on her hip&lt;br /&gt;flip channel&lt;br /&gt;trip trip, press finger tips&lt;br /&gt;loudness&lt;br /&gt;the back of the book of the dead&lt;br /&gt;furred heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;pharaoh’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;radiant with red, blue and yellow&lt;br /&gt;a wasp stings the ancient winds&lt;br /&gt;sacrifice the most beautiful to feed the nile&lt;br /&gt;their eyes are attached&lt;br /&gt;they speak of denial&lt;br /&gt;i’m a half myth of this while&lt;br /&gt;have to draw another breath or this might become a distress&lt;br /&gt;i’m not happy, i’m not sad, i’m just among all of this&lt;br /&gt;what i became is you&lt;br /&gt;in terms of metamorphosis&lt;br /&gt;where i am?&lt;br /&gt;where was i?&lt;br /&gt;am i back?&lt;br /&gt;or gone?&lt;br /&gt;unless i’m mistaken or wrong&lt;br /&gt;i’m probably here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111105228579264531?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111105228579264531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111105228579264531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/03/book-of-dead.html' title='The Book of the Dead'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11506933.post-111104969786649465</id><published>2005-03-17T10:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:54:57.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sweet dreams is all she sees&lt;br /&gt;in her deep sleep&lt;br /&gt;That only beauty keeps&lt;br /&gt;The bad dreams away&lt;br /&gt;while she puts her wings to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and says she's no angel&lt;br /&gt;but she doesn't see all the peace that she made me see&lt;br /&gt;while I'm wide awake in her dreams&lt;br /&gt;And she flys and do what she please&lt;br /&gt;in the soft pillowed dreams&lt;br /&gt;and the vast green sea&lt;br /&gt;that she made it fall in love with the moon&lt;br /&gt;before the words were said&lt;br /&gt;and before it was too soon&lt;br /&gt;the love affair was painted with maroon&lt;br /&gt;so back there where she sleep&lt;br /&gt;all the words will keep&lt;br /&gt;me from saying what i see&lt;br /&gt;the sweet sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11506933-111104969786649465?l=el-shootingstar.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111104969786649465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11506933/posts/default/111104969786649465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://el-shootingstar.blogspot.com/2005/03/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Shehab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04692722359543188582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11504896248312714254'/></author></entry></feed>