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	<title>Gstoyanova's Weblog</title>
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		<title>That was yesterday</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I thought I knew you well
But all this time I could never tell
I let you get away
Haunts me every night and every day
You were the only one
The only friend that I counted on
How could I watch you walk away
I&#8217;d give anything to have you here today
But now I stand alone with my pride
And dream that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=254&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/that-was-yesterday/</link>
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		<title>Urgent</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
You&#8217;re not shy, you get around
You wanna fly, don&#8217;t want your feet on the ground
You stay up, you won&#8217;t come down
You wanna live, you wanna move to the sound
Got fire, in your veins, burnin&#8217; hot, but you don&#8217;t feel the pain
Your desire, is insane, you can&#8217;t stop, until you do it again
But sometimes I wonder [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=252&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/urgent/</link>
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		<title>Waiting for a girl like you</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So long, I&#8217;ve been looking too hard, I&#8217;ve been waiting too long
Sometimes I don&#8217;t know what I will find, I only know it&#8217;s a matter of time
When you love someone, when you love someone
It feels so right, so warm and true, I need to know if you feel it too
Maybe I&#8217;m wrong, won&#8217;t you tell [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=249&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/waiting-for-a-girl-like-you/</link>
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		<title>Girl on the moon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s night, again
Time for my mind to go wandering
Off on a journey, through space and time
In search of a face I can never find
So I close my eyes and look inside
I can&#8217;t forget
The night that I saw her we never met
She felt so close to me as I reached for her hand
She drifted away like [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=245&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/girl-on-the-moon/</link>
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		<title>I want to know what love is</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I&#8217;m older
Aaaah woah-ah-aah
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
And through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life there&#8217;s been heartache [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=242&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/19/i-want-to-know-what-love-is/</link>
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		<title>&#8230;.NEHW</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
When you care so much for someone
And you don’t get his attention back,
When you think with love about this someone
And wish him true happiness,
When this person means the world to you,
And he doesn’t even know it,
When you feel you’re burning out in your own passion
And you just should not express it,
Because this might scare him off,
When this person [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=234&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/nehw/</link>
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		<title>Есен/Зима</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Есенният листопад затрупва заспалите улици,
Връхлита ни със силата на ураган..
Листата безмълвно се реят из въздуха,
И разбивайки се върху стъклата на колите,
Угасват в завършващ танц.
Меките цветове на есента, декорират самотните пейки в парка,
Милват лицата на вечно забързаните минувачи,
И сякаш искат да ни подскажат за задаващата се стихия.
Идва зима, а след нея пустота, смиреност, киша.
Сякаш зимата сковава [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=225&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/%d0%b5%d1%81%d0%b5%d0%bd%d0%b7%d0%b8%d0%bc%d0%b0/</link>
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		<title>Heavy reality</title>
		<description><![CDATA[November midnight…
The wind gently sways the curtains in my bedroom…
Fire-brigade sirens echo in the distance,
The neighbor’s old TV – left screaming again,
Abandoned cat is whining in the dark…
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Smooth jazz music is playing in the background,
Helping me to fall asleep…
But it’s hard to do so,
When there is only me …
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The smell of your skin on the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=221&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/11/23/heavy-reality/</link>
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		<title>Bruce Springsteen &#8211; Streets of Philadelphia</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#160;

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I was bruised and battered
And I couldn&#8217;t tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
I didn&#8217;t know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=218&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/11/15/bruce-springsteen-streets-of-philadelphia/</link>
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		<title>Walking in Memphis</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
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Put on my blue suede shoes
And I, boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W. C. Handy &#8211; won &#8216;t you look down over me
Yeah, I got a first class ticket
But I&#8217;m as blue as a girl can be
Then I&#8217;m walking in Memphis
Chorus:
I was walking with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=gstoyanova.wordpress.com&blog=4561113&post=215&subd=gstoyanova&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://gstoyanova.wordpress.com/2009/11/15/walking-in-memphis/</link>
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