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        <title>Blog de SALWA AMIR</title>
        <description>Le blog de SALWA AMIR</description>
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            <title>البلد الطيب  للشاعرعمران الياسين</title>
            <link>http://fr.netlog.com/salwa1966/blog/blogid=3072347</link>
            <description>يسالني ونحن في غربتنا&lt;br /&gt;من اي ارض انت...؟&lt;br /&gt; قلت :انني من بلد الطيبين&lt;br /&gt;   تبصر في عيونهم&lt;br /&gt;      ... جذور زيتون&lt;br /&gt;       ... وليمون&lt;br /&gt;      ...  ونخل&lt;br /&gt;         وتين&lt;br /&gt;    ... وفوق ذرات ترابهم&lt;br /&gt;   تشم طيب من مر من المرسلين&lt;br /&gt;            ... وعندما تاتي اليهم&lt;br /&gt;         ... يفرشون بالشذا دربك&lt;br /&gt;              والياسمين&lt;br /&gt;            ويضحكون ...والاسى&lt;br /&gt;                 بين الحنايا دفين&lt;br /&gt;              ويذرفون دمعهم&lt;br /&gt;             ... من شدة الحب&lt;br /&gt;                وفرط الحنين&lt;br /&gt;               ...ويقهرون القهر&lt;br /&gt;           يرفضون ظلم السنين&lt;br /&gt;               ...ويحفظون ارضهم&lt;br /&gt;                     وعرضهم&lt;br /&gt;         ويبذلون كل غال...ثمين&lt;br /&gt;      : قاطعني وقال لي عن يقين&lt;br /&gt;           انك من فلسطين</description>
            <author>salwa1966</author>
            <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 19:07:43 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>YOU AND I</title>
            <link>http://fr.netlog.com/salwa1966/blog/blogid=3055402</link>
            <description>My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;&lt;br /&gt;   My ear is tired waiting for your call.&lt;br /&gt;I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;&lt;br /&gt;   Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.&lt;br /&gt;I droop without your full, frank sympathy;&lt;br /&gt;   We ought to be together - you and I;&lt;br /&gt;We want each other so, to comprend&lt;br /&gt;   The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen,&lt;br /&gt;       Or wrought.&lt;br /&gt;Companion, comforter and guide and friend,&lt;br /&gt;  As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.&lt;br /&gt;Life is short, so fast the lone hours fly,&lt;br /&gt;  We ought to be together, you and I.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         HENRY ALFORD</description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:10:26 UT</pubDate>
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            <title>I LOVE YOU</title>
            <link>http://fr.netlog.com/salwa1966/blog/blogid=3052710</link>
            <description>I love you,&lt;br /&gt; Not only for what you are&lt;br /&gt; But for what I am&lt;br /&gt; When I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Not only for what         &lt;br /&gt;You have made of yourself&lt;br /&gt;But for what&lt;br /&gt;You are making of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;for the part of me&lt;br /&gt;That you bring out;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;For puttin your hand&lt;br /&gt;Into my heaped-up heart&lt;br /&gt;And passing over&lt;br /&gt;All the foolish, weak things&lt;br /&gt;That you can't help&lt;br /&gt;Dimly seeing there,&lt;br /&gt;And for drawing out&lt;br /&gt; Into the light&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful belongings&lt;br /&gt;That no one else had looked&lt;br /&gt;Quite far enough to find.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you&lt;br /&gt;Are helping me to make&lt;br /&gt;Of the lumber of my life&lt;br /&gt; Not a tavern&lt;br /&gt;But a temple;&lt;br /&gt;Out of works&lt;br /&gt;Of my every day&lt;br /&gt; Not a reproach&lt;br /&gt;But a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt; Because you have done&lt;br /&gt; More than any creed&lt;br /&gt;Could have done&lt;br /&gt; To make me good,&lt;br /&gt;And more than any fate&lt;br /&gt;Could have done&lt;br /&gt;To make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have done it&lt;br /&gt;Without a touch,&lt;br /&gt; Without a word,&lt;br /&gt; Without a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have done it&lt;br /&gt;By being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that is what&lt;br /&gt;Being a friend means,&lt;br /&gt;After all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROY CROFT</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 20:28:34 UT</pubDate>
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