<?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-6250823</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:19:00.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara 2 Earth</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about my thoughts and poems. @--;---</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6250823.post-107753858194862271</id><published>2004-02-23T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T12:19:08.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, i went to the park, and it was in the middle of London. There was a football tournament, so i stood and watched. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I swore that i saw David Beckham. I looked again, and it was him! I ran up to him, and he taught me a lot of football tricks, and then i got his autograph. When i went home, i put it in a plastic folder, and stuck it on my bedroom wall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107753858194862271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107753858194862271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107753858194862271' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107566099498945664</id><published>2004-02-01T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-01T18:45:30.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is Sunday evening and I am at home; I am bored and I do not know what to do. I like poetry; so let me write one of my poeme here:WinterThe wind is as cold as iceThe snow looks like grains of riceThe winter comes hereOnce a yearAnd it is beautiful and nice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107566099498945664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107566099498945664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566099498945664' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107437264180101086</id><published>2004-01-17T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-17T20:52:37.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:-(0</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107437264180101086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107437264180101086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437264180101086' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107322040522385576</id><published>2004-01-04T12:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-04T12:47:03.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>!-) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107322040522385576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107322040522385576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322040522385576' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107316490842629862</id><published>2004-01-03T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-03T21:22:06.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day:'Love of money is the love of all evils.'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107316490842629862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107316490842629862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316490842629862' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107299088158235474</id><published>2004-01-01T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:01:39.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:'Genius shows itself not so much in the discovery of new answers as in the discovery of new questions.'Gilbert Ryle (1900-1976) British philosopher.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107299088158235474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107299088158235474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299088158235474' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107279752553892241</id><published>2003-12-30T15:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-30T15:19:03.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:-) I haven't really got anything to write, but thank you for visiting my blog, and i hope you enjoyed reading the poem i posted.Here is another:Faces at the window,Staring into space,Wanting to believe,They belong in a special place.Eyes are squinting,People thinking,Cars are driving past their faces.Staring at the meadows, that are far beyond their sight,Late at night, by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107279752553892241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107279752553892241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107279752553892241' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107273792980895098</id><published>2003-12-29T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-29T22:45:46.760Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day:'Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.'Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) Ausrtian physician, founder of psychoanalysis.Today i went to a place which was full of rides, and my friend made me go on a really big rollercoaster, and i was so terrified that i couldn't even scream. I just closed my eyes, and my mouth, so i wouldn't ne sick. On a few other scary rides i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107273792980895098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107273792980895098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107273792980895098' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107262845530429718</id><published>2003-12-28T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-28T16:21:12.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day:'It takes little talent to see what lies under one's nose, a good deal to know in what direction to point that organ.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107262845530429718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107262845530429718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262845530429718' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107255053211898803</id><published>2003-12-27T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-27T18:42:28.516Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day:'Anger makes dull men witty, but it keeps them poor.'Here is a poem which I wrote, it is mostly aimed at children.WindListen to the wind,Even though it's blind,It speaks it's own language,And howls.When the wind blows, don't be afraid,Because in your heart, is where it once laid.It howls and blows at the trees below,And pulls off the leaves that need to go.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107255053211898803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107255053211898803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107255053211898803' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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-6250823.post-107248246267467479</id><published>2003-12-26T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:47:58.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day:'Doing easily what others find difficult is talent; doing what is impossible for talent is genius.'Henri-Frederic Amiel (1821-1881) Swiss philosopher and poet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107248246267467479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6250823/posts/default/107248246267467479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sara2earth.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107248246267467479' title=''/><author><name>sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15071373284160625154</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>
