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<title><![CDATA[Murmur of the heart]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Tonight a fire alarm evacuated all of us out of the building. While standing at the street corner and enjoying the caress of the wind, Diana sighed: &quot;It could be really nice to have a sweetheart's company.&quot; I said that it was what I was going to say. Though the leaves begin to be dyed into colors, the weather is still summer here. Tonight particularly, the smell of a summer night had never been so strong! I started to fantasize that you were here, along side to me. I could feel the tenderness of your heart. We didn't touch each other, but were feeling this tenderness, so tender that made me almost faint. Then we went to Panera Bread to have some hot chocolate. We sit outside, let the wind freely caress our hair, our imagination and dream. Again I felt your presence, face to me, you're associated with summer. You made me love the summer more than any other season. And I realized that the only season where you can be falling in love is summer...Each time this kind of thinking make me smile at heart. I don't know whether I was in love with the summer or with you, a summer born boy, a special summer present, maybe just both at the same time. We both love walking outside, breathing the fresh air, listening to summer insect's chatting, looking upon the sky and letting the stars mesmerize us. Our conversations were fluent and free, no border of heart. We are both feelers, love to feel the surrounding, no reality worries. <br><span style="font-weight:bold"><wbr /> <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[To my Blueberry friend]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[Serenade<br> <br>The scent of our words remains at our lips.<br>The morning cool breeze, on our hot faces<br>The rain drops of the night, reflect through the car top window<br>By the street light. We looked like the Dalmatians.<br> <br>The rusted door, prevented the freedom when we pulled<br>If we know how to unlock the secret of the heart<br>The sky outside is hugging us<br> <br>We’re running, barefooted, bare hearted, <br>All the worries being washed away,<br>By the summer rain… <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 03:39:32 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Paris en Mai]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 13:11:33 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[双鱼探戈生日舞曲]]></title>
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<title><![CDATA[第十八街艺术酒吧]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Bahman</span><wbr />电我说他刚从巴黎回来，邀我和他一起去吃我喜欢的越南<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">PHO. </span><wbr />那是一家位于动物园附近的餐馆，我很高兴能在<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">DC</span><wbr />找到越南餐馆，于是兴致勃勃地去了。用餐后我们去了位于第十八街的艺术酒吧。那里每周二都有<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Milonga, </span><wbr />而我是第一次去。一道几不被察觉的小门，古老的窄楼梯引导我们去到二楼面朝大街的厅间。两片不怎么严实的布帘，隔开摇滚乐厅吧和阿根廷探戈的天堂。脱衣，换鞋，感官却不闲着，在音乐，城市的灯光，和曼舞的人群里调整自己的心情。怡然滑入舞池，几曲之后，就感受到周遭的气氛很协调。古色古香的室内，玫瑰红的墙纸，华丽的吊灯，随意排列的沙发，连音乐的选择和音量都很适合。和几位平时不怎么合作的舞伴，今晚却跳出酣畅淋漓的创意探戈。若隐若现地闻到一股暗香，睁眼视察，原来是一大束百合花，在法国人<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">DJ Frank</span><wbr />的操作台上，优雅地开放。。。于是心情无比享受，仿佛一切都达到了和谐。舞着舞着，仿佛自己的双腿幻化成了百合花瓣，在轻柔的音乐声里开放。<br><br>我并不知这意味着什么，于是在电话里和住在迈阿密的台湾女探戈老师<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Lynn</span><wbr />聊。她很惊喜地对我说，这是我的灵性。那是无比美妙的感受，可遇不可求。得到了，就放手。<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Let go. </span><wbr />她说。好比一个人凝思到了一个境界，看到海水，就仿佛自己变成了水滴，和海融为一体。<br><br>后来在<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">FB</span><wbr />上，也读到<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Liz</span><wbr />发表的链接，有关周二的双鱼座新月的，她写道：<br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">What a great nite for milonga!!! Imagination, idealism, compassion and spirituality are seeded by the New Moon in Pisces, Tuesday, February 24, 5:35 pm PST, 8:35 pm EST</span><wbr /><br>想象力、理想主义、同情和灵性由双鱼座新月播种。就像彗星撞地球，星座和心情会合到了一起。 <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 08:28:24 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[表哥北美行]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[表哥一行终于到达了温哥华。电话里表哥的声音还是象童年时那么熟悉，只是增添了一份温婉。他们由于是政府公差，而行程受到了删减。原先预定的华盛顿之行不幸被取消了。可表哥要和我在美国相聚的心情很坚定，于是提出去费城见面。我很受感动。在国外流浪已久，那种对亲情的依赖渐渐淡疏，物理距离对我已经没有多少意义。<br><br>因为我出身于大家庭，亲戚一大串，所以没有凸现这个表哥的位置，由于他此行，于是接触多了起来。还在温州的时候，我们就通话计划怎么见面，他的同行们也很激动，仿佛我是他们的家庭成员一样。<br><br>表哥仕途通顺，得力于他的才智，更因为他的人为。于是他年纪轻轻就被提升至高位。可谓政坛新秀。相信他能走得更远。<br><br>我们天各一方，却极少思念，尽管小时候也曾经是青梅竹马。可人生的际遇却让我们彼此把对方从记忆深处打捞上来，从新回味。表哥年轻时热爱文学，也是象棋高手。我们一起走过童年，和情窦初开的少年。后来我远离家乡上大学，他也幸运地遇到了理想的另一半。<br> <br> <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 01 Mar 2009 02:47:24 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[My tulips are blooming]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">My tulips are blooming.</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Slowly, but not waiting for the fleeing time</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">The time of my breath, </span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">The time where I’m writing…</span><wbr /><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">My tulips are blooming.</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Caressed by the soft light</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Bathed in sunlight through.</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">And water as its food.</span><wbr /><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">It doesn’t matter </span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">That they are not as perfumed as jasmine,</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Nor noble and delicate as Orchid</span><wbr /><br><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">They are my tulips,</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Enjoyed my care,</span><wbr /><br><span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Embracing my hope</span><wbr /><br><br>Oh lightness of heart! <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[巴尔的摩另类探戈]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[朋友开车，大家一起去了巴尔的摩。之前，我在睡觉和跳舞之间徘徊。其实感觉挺累的。想想睡得傻乎乎的，还不如活得精彩点，再说，另类探戈音乐难得听到。于是半睡半醒的去了。果然，音乐很好玩，对节奏感强的我来说不亦乐乎！（待续） <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Diana对法国的见解]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-family:'Times';line-height:1.8em;">Diana</span><wbr />说她喜欢法国。从展示法国历史的油画里，我们可以看到古代法国的贵族都因穿戴时尚而优雅，穷人则都是风趣的革命者。 <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:35:01 GMT</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[脚趾终于会说话了：）]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[ <br>农历新年的第一天，没什么别的要说。跑到DC的Coco Cabana去跳舞。跳着，跳着，竟然发现脚趾头有了表现力，有点象手指在琴键上奔跑的感觉。Tess and Tim 刚刚从Costa Rica 度假回来。Tim与探戈仿佛就有了久别重逢的情愫。可惜的是，这次，我们并没有跳出化蝶般的意境，只是由于音乐没那么浪漫。 <!--v:3.2--> ]]></description>
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