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    <title>Lazy Lady</title>
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      <title>Bed time...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/83.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2006 12:25:29 GMT</pubDate>
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Words are funny...

they flourish  uselessly on some people's mouths..
which repeat themselves time after time...

 sometimes they seem to never match with ones emotions or thoughts...

some crave for them...some desdain them...
some have just a small amount of them....

words are tricky expecially without a tone...
and a glimps of the eye...

words are void...when not meant...
disappointing and hurting...
 
words are simply leaves in the twirling  wind...
Wonder in what secret corner mine are crumpled up ...


  
 
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      <title>Change of mind...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/96.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 19:54:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> 
New year ...
New intentions...
and I've changed my mind...
things have happened and the wind has blown aways some of the old ghosts...
Nica is still lonely...
but she feels ok now...
she wishes to keep her place...
her lazy lady one....
again...</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=96</comments>
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      <title>Blond Moment...(all I want to remember)...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/93.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Aug 2005 21:34:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My last day of tour today...


Was waiting for Mr Walter  and Mrs Jane  Cox 

..to join group leaving  for a morning optional 


But they had decided to not show up..

so after going up and down the coach for a while...

I decided to go without them...


But first  commented on the microphone...


&quot;Where are my Cox...today..I need  All..my Cox... with me&quot;


Suddenly a strange silence spread through the coach..


The driver stared astonished at me...




I understood the spelling of Cox in my passengers mind wasn't the same I had...


One of my usual blond moments...


LUV to... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=93</comments>
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      <title>Liberation...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/88.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 14:16:25 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

 I have decided that this is never going to be the place...




 The place where I might write about the people that have had 

 for some reason or another

 acted awfully with me... 




 I won't keep an eye on my past..


 recent and not...

  

 I think people act as they wish &amp;amp; will...

 and nothing I might write or feel about it ...

 could change facts....




 I can have an opinion  about them...

 This is it...

  Like the facts...like being awfully and carelessly hurt...


  I might take the decision to talk still or not to them...

  

 But I will... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=88</comments>
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      <title>Words ..</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2005 18:29:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>


   I like the words that start with Miss..

     But is not like it  might seem...


      Since I am not a big fan of the

        &quot;Miss you... miss this ...miss that....&quot; party



                                     I LIKE  

 Misspelt....Misspent...Misbehaved...Mislead...Mistrust...Misguide...

         

           

             And the soft tone of MISS You Loads....


           

           All seem to take somewhere else...

          

        Potential energy....

       Powerfully winding...

     Itself against the rules...

   Superb struggle of the... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=87</comments>
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      <title>Alphabetization...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/86.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 07:41:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>


Some men have a limited vocabulary...


&quot;Darling&quot;...&quot;honey&quot; ....&quot;sweetheart&quot;  ...


 they don't remember your name...

 but they are sweet and make you smile...

 and they never keep their word...

 


 But always get forgiven because of their lightheart...

 &quot;Farfalloni&quot;  we call them in Italian...&quot;butterflies&quot;


 I think they are much much better then others I've met...

 

who pretend to be deep  in thoughts and  &quot;real&quot; friends...

 but that after a year they have been in contact with you...




 still have a gap of silence ...and doubt ..when it comes to your name...</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=86</comments>
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      <title>I don't care..</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/85.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Jul 2005 07:23:34 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

 Seems that everyone is in big rush...

 The &quot;I don't care&quot; rush...the &quot;fuck you &quot; rush...

 The &quot;me..me...&amp;amp; again me&quot; rush...



 I used to be sad and down about it...

 It didn't help or get any better... 

 

 I turn my back on it now...

 Listen to the melody of my world..

 

 Breath...smile...and kiss the day...

 sometimes it works better than others...

 and I don't care...</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=85</comments>
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      <title>suprising feeling...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/84.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 22:26:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

I like the smell of life and hope...




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      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=84</comments>
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      <title>Fishman...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 12:14:36 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

 My older son is a swimming champion...

He's only 12...

but already does great timings in competitions..





He's already having articles on the local newspapers...

He's a cool guy...and a nice example of fair competition and commitment..


His surname is Pesce...which in Italian means Fish...

So they say....

His destiny is in his name....




English old ladies on tour are waiting to see that name in London Olimpics...

My small fishman who knows....


I am a bloody proud mum...of both my beautiful sons...




Gardner of God's beautiful seeds of life....  </description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=82</comments>
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      <title>Blond Moment...</title>
      <link>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 23:24:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>

My last day of tour today...


Was waiting for Mr Walter  and Mrs Jane  Cox 

..to join group leaving  for a morning optional 


But they had decided to not show up..

so after going up and down the coach for a while...

I decided to go without them...


But first  commented on the microphone...


&quot;Where are my Cox...today..I need  All..my Cox... with me&quot;


Suddenly a strange silence spread through the coach..


The driver stared astonished at me...




I understood the spelling of Cox in my passengers mind wasn't the same I had...


One of my usual blond moments...


LUV to... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://nicalatina.blogdrive.com/comments?id=81</comments>
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