<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:26:25.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song To Australia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110942016119244710</id><published>2005-02-26T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:25:38.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEaCq9PDx3I/AAAAAAAAZ8Y/HvbForo-fBU/s1600/a+love+song+to+australia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496224069756110706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEaCq9PDx3I/AAAAAAAAZ8Y/HvbForo-fBU/s400/a+love+song+to+australia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Translated by:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paula abdul Ahad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/didgeridoo.html"&gt;---------------&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110942016119244710?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110942016119244710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110942016119244710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/cover.html' title='Cover'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEaCq9PDx3I/AAAAAAAAZ8Y/HvbForo-fBU/s72-c/a+love+song+to+australia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110942000921828896</id><published>2005-02-26T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:26:44.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didgeridoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIDGERIDOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What's this captivating sound?&lt;br /&gt;It's elating,&lt;br /&gt;Exciting..&lt;br /&gt;I'd like it to go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;The original inhabitant&lt;br /&gt;Who's surrounding me with his love&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with his feast..&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to console me by a sound&lt;br /&gt;Play for me the Didgeridoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aborigine has made it round reed,&lt;br /&gt;Higher than him,&lt;br /&gt;It succumbs him when he blows,&lt;br /&gt;His breath always bows to it..&lt;br /&gt;But when he blows!!&lt;br /&gt;He creates this captivating sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click - Sticks..&lt;br /&gt;The dust is overflowing&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding&lt;br /&gt;Due to the tanned steps.&lt;br /&gt;The field was stirred up,&lt;br /&gt;Blown up..&lt;br /&gt;When they turned,&lt;br /&gt;The evening was turned on&lt;br /&gt;And life started to turn..&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNEMPLOYED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragging his feet and scared,&lt;br /&gt;He is not used to begging,&lt;br /&gt;Has not seen or stepped into (C.E.S.),&lt;br /&gt;He created a space&lt;br /&gt;Between him and this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Lebanese..&lt;br /&gt;Who's picked his sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Spent his expatriation painstaking&lt;br /&gt;And hard work.&lt;br /&gt;I saw him standing anxious,&lt;br /&gt;I asked,&lt;br /&gt;He delayed with the answer:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm just asking for a job,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been out of my body for long time,&lt;br /&gt;Living silently,&lt;br /&gt;The factories became sick of my face,&lt;br /&gt;The sun is too bored to share my morning,&lt;br /&gt;I want a job, any job,&lt;br /&gt;To help me&lt;br /&gt;And my family to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Jobless,&lt;br /&gt;Unemployed,&lt;br /&gt;This encumbrance is killing me&lt;br /&gt;Heavier than money's needs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. They called him,&lt;br /&gt;And tears came out of his shy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Death, he said,&lt;br /&gt;But do not Say:&lt;br /&gt;Move it, don't be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COFFS HARBOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leila was driving the car&lt;br /&gt;While my mind was occupied&lt;br /&gt;With the green banana fields&lt;br /&gt;Which were saying:&lt;br /&gt;Here you are,&lt;br /&gt;Come and taste,&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome in and we're out,&lt;br /&gt;Our visitor has the right.&lt;br /&gt;The (Big Banana)&lt;br /&gt;Stood with its lovely figure&lt;br /&gt;Taking my eye's pupil as its mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Undressing itself for me&lt;br /&gt;And Leila is saying to me:&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffs Harbour..&lt;br /&gt;We'll never forget it,&lt;br /&gt;We lit three candles,&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our anniversary,&lt;br /&gt;Wrote it with our tears as a song&lt;br /&gt;And drew magnificent pictures of it&lt;br /&gt;On its spoiled sand&lt;br /&gt;Which climbed up to Leila's waist&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hide her&lt;br /&gt;And go further and further up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/sydney.html"&gt;--------------------&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110942000921828896?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110942000921828896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110942000921828896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/didgeridoo.html' title='Didgeridoo'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941983469168395</id><published>2005-02-26T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:27:51.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SYDNEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the dream&lt;br /&gt;Which lived in my mind for years,&lt;br /&gt;Its traces didn't wipe out.&lt;br /&gt;I picked you off my parent's laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Off confused eyes' prayers..&lt;br /&gt;O, Sydney..&lt;br /&gt;Which stood calling me&lt;br /&gt;On a shore..&lt;br /&gt;I kissed its dust.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you:&lt;br /&gt;Field's madness,&lt;br /&gt;Mountains..&lt;br /&gt;Which flew off their puberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings Cross&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful nights&lt;br /&gt;Tanned on far shores&lt;br /&gt;Used to warmly welcome&lt;br /&gt;To a party with new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I hope days move slowly&lt;br /&gt;And keep us young&lt;br /&gt;To go higher on higher waves&lt;br /&gt;To burn and turn into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURFERS PARADISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is Paradise,&lt;br /&gt;Your beach is heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Your sun is wooing another sun&lt;br /&gt;And your sand is resonant,&lt;br /&gt;On its sound..&lt;br /&gt;Whispering becomes exciting..&lt;br /&gt;Purified raw-gold,&lt;br /&gt;Yellow,&lt;br /&gt;Brown,&lt;br /&gt;Where beauty loves to be encompassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfers..&lt;br /&gt;You're turning me mad!&lt;br /&gt;In you..&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be forever locked up.&lt;br /&gt;Your wave..&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;Comes out of my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;It takes away spirit&lt;br /&gt;And gives back another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited you with Leila once.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want to come back home.&lt;br /&gt;She fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And that love destroyed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The word (if only)&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't of use anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I was so jealous..&lt;br /&gt;And when I become as such,&lt;br /&gt;My blood boils and burns like oil.&lt;br /&gt;You have visitors everyday&lt;br /&gt;Don't say you only admired her..&lt;br /&gt;Give my Leila back&lt;br /&gt;And put down the fire.&lt;br /&gt;I admired her long before you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leila loved to wipe the night out in you,&lt;br /&gt;To spread my arms,&lt;br /&gt;To take Canopus her mirror&lt;br /&gt;Which gathered in my eye.&lt;br /&gt;She thought your wave is the horse&lt;br /&gt;And my chest is the saddle and the cap.&lt;br /&gt;She flew by us to the other side&lt;br /&gt;And nearly drowned in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves to walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;And tells the sand a story about a village,&lt;br /&gt;The duck adores,&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkling like a star..&lt;br /&gt;About Taree,&lt;br /&gt;Where boons landed as harvest.&lt;br /&gt;Between Leila and Taree&lt;br /&gt;My heart landed&lt;br /&gt;And picking became harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/aussie.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;---------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941983469168395?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941983469168395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941983469168395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/sydney.html' title='Sydney'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941967618313318</id><published>2005-02-26T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:28:45.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUSSIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you from the first sight..&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and hid you,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as my fulfilled dream&lt;br /&gt;A life-boat rescuing a drowned world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I threw you in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;Who dried the lily flowers?&lt;br /&gt;Who dusted your face?&lt;br /&gt;Who ripped that look?&lt;br /&gt;Which put a parting&lt;br /&gt;Between paucity and plenary&lt;br /&gt;This distresses your people.&lt;br /&gt;Their situation is agitating.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you stand on the glory hills&lt;br /&gt;... and blow mercury bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum..&lt;br /&gt;You gave me your house away&lt;br /&gt;And named me with an adorned name&lt;br /&gt;Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;How nice this name is&lt;br /&gt;For whom, who loves you today and always.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell about your oil smear&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your glory.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell about the life you gave&lt;br /&gt;Without you it wouldn't have passed,&lt;br /&gt;In four directions&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as a song&lt;br /&gt;With a whooping note.&lt;br /&gt;Your good reputation is over the stars,&lt;br /&gt;Your palm is generosity&lt;br /&gt;And your name is a flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU, I AND THE TOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sydney Tower&lt;br /&gt;And space is dark&lt;br /&gt;I saw the land planted with light,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the aurora riding a horse&lt;br /&gt;Its steps are like printed stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the moon's eye winking at the waves&lt;br /&gt;And letting the lights dance on the water.&lt;br /&gt;You're opposite me filming the views&lt;br /&gt;And the camera is my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was me&lt;br /&gt;Or the tower who was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;The world was running opposite it,&lt;br /&gt;Its head was full&lt;br /&gt;It shook it with boredom&lt;br /&gt;And knitted the evening its scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a lie, the fog showed up&lt;br /&gt;Waking the rain&lt;br /&gt;Which was escaping the hunger,&lt;br /&gt;Wiping shores&lt;br /&gt;Smeared with fire,&lt;br /&gt;Scratching windows with its tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain had neither abolished a dream&lt;br /&gt;Nor smothered a city&lt;br /&gt;I've hidden Sydney in the film,&lt;br /&gt;My beloved&lt;br /&gt;Hide me in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AVALON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalon..&lt;br /&gt;The warm beach,&lt;br /&gt;Its waves wake my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Under the tree I drew a small distance&lt;br /&gt;Which my space can not bind.&lt;br /&gt;On the trunk of the tree&lt;br /&gt;My shoulders left a print&lt;br /&gt;To talk about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Avalon&lt;br /&gt;I poured out my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Its rocks&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to me like mountains!&lt;br /&gt;If its waves assailed my rocks&lt;br /&gt;The sands will laugh under the waves.&lt;br /&gt;Off its sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm begging my light..&lt;br /&gt;Between Avalon and me&lt;br /&gt;There is a good bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/canberra.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941967618313318?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941967618313318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941967618313318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/aussie.html' title='Aussie'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941952317054653</id><published>2005-02-26T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:29:39.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canberra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANBERRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang my love as a decoration on the trees,&lt;br /&gt;O, Canberra&lt;br /&gt;A forest in a city.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was (Griffin) the architect&lt;br /&gt;And your land is the panel&lt;br /&gt;Your buildings are the pens&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't draw&lt;br /&gt;Don't reproach me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soil's smell perfumed forest&lt;br /&gt;Fenced with mountains don't kneel..&lt;br /&gt;The snow landed on their rock&lt;br /&gt;And cooled down,&lt;br /&gt;Burnt up its feelings,&lt;br /&gt;And spilled the moans&lt;br /&gt;To warm up a lake, wider than the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blonde houses showered in the shade&lt;br /&gt;And dried up with light green.&lt;br /&gt;Their trees dropped wet leaves,&lt;br /&gt;Baptised unmatched streets&lt;br /&gt;Which spread its palms&lt;br /&gt;As theatres for the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LYGON STREET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you..&lt;br /&gt;I said to a pretty brunette,&lt;br /&gt;As young as a gardenia.&lt;br /&gt;A girl from Melbourne with a blooming face&lt;br /&gt;And red rose cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Lygon Street lit by her&lt;br /&gt;By her smile&lt;br /&gt;Which threw me by a live coal.&lt;br /&gt;Help me Lygon&lt;br /&gt;To spend an evening&lt;br /&gt;With The woman&lt;br /&gt;Who made me drunk&lt;br /&gt;Without the glass and the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your visitors became upset&lt;br /&gt;When they saw me saying farewell&lt;br /&gt;With my tears.&lt;br /&gt;The pizza got cooler&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even taste it..&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant asked me&lt;br /&gt;For the due money..&lt;br /&gt;The love moments we had&lt;br /&gt;Were attested by my foolish moments.&lt;br /&gt;The best walk we had&lt;br /&gt;Was on your footpath&lt;br /&gt;O, friend of lovers,&lt;br /&gt;You're awaking the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside you I'm hiding my love story&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm telling with distracted mind.&lt;br /&gt;I came to you from Sydney&lt;br /&gt;On my way..&lt;br /&gt;Her shadow was standing like a giant.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Of your nights I beg her love..&lt;br /&gt;She picked me off expatriation's cold&lt;br /&gt;And forced me to imprint on my lips:&lt;br /&gt;O, Lygon your evening isn't cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PORT MACQUARIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Macquarie..&lt;br /&gt;Port Macquarie..&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of you spreading my secrets,&lt;br /&gt;How many kisses I flew to her,&lt;br /&gt;How I offered her my flowers.&lt;br /&gt;The sea is girdling it all around,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drowning&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;I feel that its sea is jealous of me&lt;br /&gt;I feel that its beach had collected my stories,&lt;br /&gt;Its sand is becoming a life coal..&lt;br /&gt;Its wave is running off my fire.&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in with it,&lt;br /&gt;And my blood is boiling&lt;br /&gt;Because my flow is sweeping me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Port Macquarie is a city,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;How did I love it?&lt;br /&gt;How did it love me?&lt;br /&gt;How did it steel my poems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/brisbane.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941952317054653?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941952317054653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941952317054653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/canberra.html' title='Canberra'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941934905366529</id><published>2005-02-26T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:30:40.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisbane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRISBANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of unlimited sea,&lt;br /&gt;Sister of sleepless sun.&lt;br /&gt;Brisbane the lurked treasure&lt;br /&gt;Which dreams are dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;I visited once and said:&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;And feast the days' eyes&lt;br /&gt;On prairies, climbing barren mountains&lt;br /&gt;Where the bird has fasted and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;On the sea&lt;br /&gt;Which the sand that's setting camps&lt;br /&gt;Was born from,&lt;br /&gt;To powder smoothest cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;To guild most beautiful figures.&lt;br /&gt;O, Brisbane&lt;br /&gt;Your beach is very popular,&lt;br /&gt;Generosity is acting&lt;br /&gt;And we are one of those films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DROMANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dromana&lt;br /&gt;Abundant gardens&lt;br /&gt;Arthur is sitting to observe attentively.&lt;br /&gt;Its houses are candles in a big village&lt;br /&gt;Which the sea scribbled, beautified&lt;br /&gt;And hung a heavy relic on its chest,&lt;br /&gt;Dromana couldn't carry,&lt;br /&gt;It divided it,&lt;br /&gt;And shared with the neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;The waves, which left their atelier&lt;br /&gt;And hid a little wave&lt;br /&gt;The atelier has forgotten to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dromana,&lt;br /&gt;The on going magic&lt;br /&gt;Which Victoria stood to meet.&lt;br /&gt;It spun a green fabric&lt;br /&gt;In its spinning wheel,&lt;br /&gt;To warm him.&lt;br /&gt;He saw it blurred..&lt;br /&gt;He tumbled by it&lt;br /&gt;And it fell in him..&lt;br /&gt;It became a flower&lt;br /&gt;And he became a butterfly..&lt;br /&gt;Their secret I'll never reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KATOOMBA'S SPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing flowers&lt;br /&gt;On the hills' cheeks...&lt;br /&gt;Joy became the guard&lt;br /&gt;And we became the songs.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a light dawn wakes the slumbers&lt;br /&gt;Our sky pours out perfumes&lt;br /&gt;In gatherings..&lt;br /&gt;Not the ones life died in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice showed up like glory&lt;br /&gt;Searching our hopes..&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkling happiness as flowers&lt;br /&gt;On our past paths.&lt;br /&gt;.. As if his shadow is barren&lt;br /&gt;You pervaded..&lt;br /&gt;Warm us,&lt;br /&gt;The coldness scratched our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Of coldness hide us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Katoomba and say:&lt;br /&gt;How was the Spring set apart&lt;br /&gt;Off seasons made by season&lt;br /&gt;And became the dream in our mind?&lt;br /&gt;Its forests, possible!!&lt;br /&gt;Spinning its echo a scarf..&lt;br /&gt;Covering the fields with trees&lt;br /&gt;As vast as what's been said..&lt;br /&gt;As long as happiness in length&lt;br /&gt;In width, as wide as mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merdad..&lt;br /&gt;Like twilight are your laughter's&lt;br /&gt;Beware..&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the basil daughters fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;In gentleness..&lt;br /&gt;Spring season was stolen off burnt hearts&lt;br /&gt;And Katoomba became a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Between what's stayed in memory&lt;br /&gt;And what's not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/bondi.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;---------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941934905366529?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941934905366529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941934905366529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/brisbane.html' title='Brisbane'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941919034590555</id><published>2005-02-26T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:31:28.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BONDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle in me..&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting you to snuggle in me.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes whoops of your glow&lt;br /&gt;And Bondi, which baptised your body&lt;br /&gt;Breaks the baptismal font&lt;br /&gt;And selects your name,&lt;br /&gt;Offers you the most beautiful gift:&lt;br /&gt;Beach,&lt;br /&gt;Sun and umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle in me..&lt;br /&gt;My hands missed your cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;The plaits of your curly hair&lt;br /&gt;Which on its beaches the water desiccated.&lt;br /&gt;Mermaid..&lt;br /&gt;And you're going to stay for me&lt;br /&gt;The sands' effaced tale,&lt;br /&gt;Soldier standing next to your castle,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing an obscure hat,&lt;br /&gt;Your wrist is dancing with my wrist&lt;br /&gt;And Bondi is chanting a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggle in me..&lt;br /&gt;Return me to my forgotten years.&lt;br /&gt;Sea birds, which flew and rose,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted us as a story's straw&lt;br /&gt;And people who were pointing us out&lt;br /&gt;When you leaned on me,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you see them&lt;br /&gt;When they showed up their breast&lt;br /&gt;On a sand's mattress?!&lt;br /&gt;Didn't you see them&lt;br /&gt;When their lips snuggle with their lips?!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of them&lt;br /&gt;All of Bondi is:&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nipples and freedom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise..&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful are its groves!&lt;br /&gt;Its creator variegated with its creation.&lt;br /&gt;Yarra offers it the water,&lt;br /&gt;It offers us the boons.&lt;br /&gt;Saint Kilda, which gild its sands,&lt;br /&gt;To please Melbourne's lovers eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Washed its feet with its waves&lt;br /&gt;And kneeled kissing the forehead rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melbourne..&lt;br /&gt;The charmed star.&lt;br /&gt;I get drunk with its appearance.&lt;br /&gt;My desire slays me to visit it&lt;br /&gt;And smear my eyes with the green colour.&lt;br /&gt;A picture..&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful is that picture?!&lt;br /&gt;Engraved on marble's wrists.&lt;br /&gt;Mansions were planted on its streets&lt;br /&gt;Increase..&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the paradise enlarges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your forest turned into a dragon&lt;br /&gt;Flames tongues is his tongue&lt;br /&gt;And we're running scared&lt;br /&gt;Of his treachery and his smoke..&lt;br /&gt;Hell, we said,&lt;br /&gt;But who will wipe the oppression&lt;br /&gt;And its devil?!&lt;br /&gt;Your men showed up&lt;br /&gt;And the evergreen cypress trunks were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Their shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Beside the beautiful ladies' shoulders..&lt;br /&gt;They left their families&lt;br /&gt;Choosing not to leave you&lt;br /&gt;Or betray your land's heaven&lt;br /&gt;The orchards,&lt;br /&gt;The hencoop that is cuddling its chicks.&lt;br /&gt;Their fire brigades are full of pride&lt;br /&gt;Integrity is the symbol.&lt;br /&gt;Their hose is knife like&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the flame with its flood.&lt;br /&gt;We thought they were saints!&lt;br /&gt;Saint George on his horse!&lt;br /&gt;Butting the fire out..&lt;br /&gt;The second seemed years,&lt;br /&gt;Protecting the house&lt;br /&gt;And its residents.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney..&lt;br /&gt;Oh garden of jonquil&lt;br /&gt;Planted in the Pacific..&lt;br /&gt;Your people survived by their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/tasmania.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941919034590555?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941919034590555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941919034590555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/bondi.html' title='Bondi'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941895226078335</id><published>2005-02-26T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:32:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasmania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TASMANIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay the rock&lt;br /&gt;Which is mounted as a shrine,&lt;br /&gt;The one I'm burning candles for&lt;br /&gt;And hymning a verse&lt;br /&gt;Written with tears on my life's page.&lt;br /&gt;This world is probably overturned&lt;br /&gt;Or your sea is heading up.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived to you with tired paths&lt;br /&gt;Hungry and disgusted of hunger.&lt;br /&gt;O, Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;Fill my pockets with red carob apples,&lt;br /&gt;Picking it is not allowed to people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me swim in your water&lt;br /&gt;My feet drowned in the sands.&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific waves opened up&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes met my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;O, Tasmania&lt;br /&gt;The place, which was born&lt;br /&gt;For summer and winter to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say God processed his offering&lt;br /&gt;Don't say He praised..&lt;br /&gt;Altar has to be in you&lt;br /&gt;And I have to be the holy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADELAIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army of grapevine&lt;br /&gt;Tells you about this guarded city&lt;br /&gt;And the olive trees gesture you&lt;br /&gt;With their leaning branches.&lt;br /&gt;The oranges opposite you&lt;br /&gt;Singing the wind some songs.&lt;br /&gt;Cover your eyes with your kerchief&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide the green heaven&lt;br /&gt;Is going to offer you a gratuity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southerner..&lt;br /&gt;Her forehead is a desert.&lt;br /&gt;Her arms are boon's gardens.&lt;br /&gt;Her breasts are barred mountains&lt;br /&gt;Wooing a bird under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is woodlands&lt;br /&gt;The dust is its tint.&lt;br /&gt;And on her feet&lt;br /&gt;There is heavy traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide..&lt;br /&gt;Its prairies are a flower,&lt;br /&gt;Its streets are like a lit convent&lt;br /&gt;And its lamps are the convent's candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran carrying her provisions&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes racing her legs.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to fail her appointed dates&lt;br /&gt;And be reproached by a boss.&lt;br /&gt;She stopped..&lt;br /&gt;Her sighing didn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;She fell down..&lt;br /&gt;Her arms didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;She poured her wine out of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Till her eyes' urn was emptied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New in her job&lt;br /&gt;And the train doesn't await her&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;She arrived to a city&lt;br /&gt;Its people are in their city visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Sydney..&lt;br /&gt;The person works hard&lt;br /&gt;To collect big concerns.&lt;br /&gt;She loved it,&lt;br /&gt;But her belief in her alienation&lt;br /&gt;Is a dust squall.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like her field denied her&lt;br /&gt;She grew on fire volcanoes&lt;br /&gt;And the morsel on her tongue&lt;br /&gt;Was the left over of young children.&lt;br /&gt;This mum who they called Nana&lt;br /&gt;And still didn't know her address&lt;br /&gt;Her laughter willed in spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/victoria.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941895226078335?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941895226078335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941895226078335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/tasmania.html' title='Tasmania'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941870581319952</id><published>2005-02-26T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:33:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad lived in you,&lt;br /&gt;Drank your water for long,&lt;br /&gt;Dropped their fears on your bays&lt;br /&gt;And you dusted the anger off their faces.&lt;br /&gt;O, Victoria..&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm talking to,&lt;br /&gt;Your name is a rose on my lips,&lt;br /&gt;Your glamour is the song of your valley,&lt;br /&gt;Your mountains are perfume's swing.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your past's joy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad and love to sing to you&lt;br /&gt;And decorate the poetry with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave out happiness&lt;br /&gt;On your people in shares,&lt;br /&gt;You haven't forgotten one.&lt;br /&gt;For them..&lt;br /&gt;You emptied your pockets,&lt;br /&gt;You gratified them honour and glory,&lt;br /&gt;You made their hearts your heart&lt;br /&gt;And raised their bodies a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;You consolidated them..&lt;br /&gt;They walk on your paths.&lt;br /&gt;O, Victoria&lt;br /&gt;The lasting glory,&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't and will never be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cherries&lt;br /&gt;Are the Blue Mountains' earrings&lt;br /&gt;Opposing the wind.&lt;br /&gt;Embellish with them,&lt;br /&gt;Strut,&lt;br /&gt;Bell with a stunning look.&lt;br /&gt;O, Orange&lt;br /&gt;Your morning is a song in memory,&lt;br /&gt;Your evening is a praise,&lt;br /&gt;Spin me your prairies a scarf..&lt;br /&gt;Offer me your staunch rock&lt;br /&gt;To pick the kohl off the hills&lt;br /&gt;And smear a line on your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gardens are a bunch of colours&lt;br /&gt;Spreading Lebanon in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to my childhood,&lt;br /&gt;To a village with coral houses&lt;br /&gt;Flying birds around me&lt;br /&gt;Melodies danced on its sound.&lt;br /&gt;O, Orange&lt;br /&gt;Your name is a great name,&lt;br /&gt;Riddles in riddle,&lt;br /&gt;To solve it!&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard..&lt;br /&gt;Only He, the Lord, can solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOULBURN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night of the love nights&lt;br /&gt;Our station stopped in you&lt;br /&gt;O, Goulburn&lt;br /&gt;And the heart beats&lt;br /&gt;The longer our night goes.&lt;br /&gt;The ferocious cold covered the way&lt;br /&gt;And pierced its horns in our room..&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't leave the bed&lt;br /&gt;The more the cold gets mad&lt;br /&gt;The less were our sleep hours.&lt;br /&gt;Leila doesn't wake up early&lt;br /&gt;And my night's sleep flew away,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up but Goulburn's birds didn't&lt;br /&gt;Where did they pass the night?&lt;br /&gt;A big ram woke with me&lt;br /&gt;Its eyes are guards on the road&lt;br /&gt;It kept me awake itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-mum.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;--------------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941870581319952?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941870581319952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941870581319952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/victoria.html' title='Victoria'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11095856.post-110941840849927419</id><published>2005-02-26T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T22:24:53.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY MUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1-&lt;br /&gt;I'm yearning for your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yearning for the smile&lt;br /&gt;For bliss dropping lips&lt;br /&gt;Even in dormancy.&lt;br /&gt;O gaze full of hope&lt;br /&gt;My heart is burnt with grief&lt;br /&gt;And afraid to reveal&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is fribbling with my life&lt;br /&gt;And your voice in my ears ringing:&lt;br /&gt;"Do not wail or scream"&lt;br /&gt;-2-&lt;br /&gt;You said to your son:&lt;br /&gt;"May God be pleased with you all"&lt;br /&gt;Invocation of God before the death is heard&lt;br /&gt;And void's heart cleaved&lt;br /&gt;As my heart did.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor help my mum&lt;br /&gt;Doctor remedy my mum&lt;br /&gt;Doctor my mum's gone!!&lt;br /&gt;O moment full of pain&lt;br /&gt;Antoine kneeled on his "clot".&lt;br /&gt;George froze and restrained.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph yelled what's wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;Marcel on your chest nestled.&lt;br /&gt;Michel on his way here,&lt;br /&gt;Upset and drown with tears.&lt;br /&gt;Your daughters in law grief has shone&lt;br /&gt;They lost the unlimited tenderness&lt;br /&gt;Lost the motherhood and the pampering.&lt;br /&gt;Your families are like a kingdom&lt;br /&gt;Bowed its head before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3-&lt;br /&gt;I cried..&lt;br /&gt;By God, I cried..&lt;br /&gt;By God, I cried..&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, forgive my tears&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I forgot that will&lt;br /&gt;Your clause is a verse engraved on my ribs&lt;br /&gt;But mum, my story is:&lt;br /&gt;I lost the bliss&lt;br /&gt;Lost the hope&lt;br /&gt;And you who were my fortune&lt;br /&gt;I lost you..&lt;br /&gt;I lost you..&lt;br /&gt;Like live coal my agony became&lt;br /&gt;Putting it down with tears&lt;br /&gt;Lighting my eyes as candles on your grave&lt;br /&gt;.. And Jesus cries!!&lt;br /&gt;-4-&lt;br /&gt;They said:&lt;br /&gt;"In July the world is terminating!!"&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the world will end by your death.&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood death is hard&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't be happening&lt;br /&gt;It quenches hearts beating by your voice.&lt;br /&gt;July is gone and live coal stayed&lt;br /&gt;In eyes became filled with red tears&lt;br /&gt;Why do you leave us why&lt;br /&gt;Into a speed we couldn't inquire!?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously he called you&lt;br /&gt;You missed him&lt;br /&gt;And he missed you&lt;br /&gt;Fine, go to him&lt;br /&gt;It's time to go and meet Sarkis&lt;br /&gt;Living is graceful next to him:&lt;br /&gt;Angel sleeping on saint's chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEW CASTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Castle..&lt;br /&gt;As old as the waves&lt;br /&gt;Running on her beach&lt;br /&gt;Troop is racing troop&lt;br /&gt;To deluge itself in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birds are chorus of poets&lt;br /&gt;Warbling for a blast of wind&lt;br /&gt;Feed them,&lt;br /&gt;They'll form a clique of joy&lt;br /&gt;And start to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loulou..&lt;br /&gt;My little bird,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by New Castle birds!!&lt;br /&gt;I snatched her off them&lt;br /&gt;Afraid,&lt;br /&gt;She would flee&lt;br /&gt;And lose her all life long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUSTRALIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;About a land remoter than imagination,&lt;br /&gt;About a nation values humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Expatriation is heavier than mountains&lt;br /&gt;And yet I loved her,&lt;br /&gt;On my affliction rocks&lt;br /&gt;She planted my hopes&lt;br /&gt;And passed the nights awake&lt;br /&gt;To extend my education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;About her love and kind act.&lt;br /&gt;In her heart, joyful people gathered.&lt;br /&gt;Extract the mankind&lt;br /&gt;And you'll shape her man.&lt;br /&gt;Extract the faith&lt;br /&gt;And you'll reap her faith.&lt;br /&gt;Extract the world&lt;br /&gt;To know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11095856-110941840849927419?l=alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941840849927419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11095856/posts/default/110941840849927419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alovesongtoaustralia.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-mum.html' title='My mum'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
