tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71521719363196951762024-02-06T18:35:49.671-08:00Vargit ÇiçeğiAlyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.comBlogger165125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-25170730946946300492009-09-08T02:22:00.000-07:002009-09-08T02:25:34.512-07:00Mimimimmimiiii<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77KWxEjkHUIuzqin4NKbvQcWaJPOvm5XCJl8C9ZeZWR29RnzC2Qkg8dOrSUHFcWFledkIMr5qA_9kCDU5u2Jvo2KeWFzZIxstDfAZAa39HU17g3dyXcwtUatg6oYqUxZASaZdyBgMiUQ4/s1600-h/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379024925258986018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi77KWxEjkHUIuzqin4NKbvQcWaJPOvm5XCJl8C9ZeZWR29RnzC2Qkg8dOrSUHFcWFledkIMr5qA_9kCDU5u2Jvo2KeWFzZIxstDfAZAa39HU17g3dyXcwtUatg6oYqUxZASaZdyBgMiUQ4/s400/sesame-street-elmo-loves-you-print-c12204840.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mi sorryyy if i hurt you...<br />Don t be sad..Be a buttefly...<br />say mi mim mimi<br />Let's just try to enjoy...As your grandma says..love eachother,kiss eachother...<br />Don't be sad..Elmo luvss his miiiAlyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-15482678100023193412009-04-14T07:00:00.000-07:002009-04-14T07:09:08.330-07:00Heal the World.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdM7OVdg5gurPIrqfTXr1M5PMI73dNAg6_DU2fslhaqTh1aoGZxbMTp6f2_4hnRK9o6Uwb66ptDPvPvbIXA12UxNSDYnnxr0BB17hg2GczrboNu8ry_Zuk6mRMRJGmgMbReVoKODtjg7_/s1600-h/worldpeacecopy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324548542275770594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdM7OVdg5gurPIrqfTXr1M5PMI73dNAg6_DU2fslhaqTh1aoGZxbMTp6f2_4hnRK9o6Uwb66ptDPvPvbIXA12UxNSDYnnxr0BB17hg2GczrboNu8ry_Zuk6mRMRJGmgMbReVoKODtjg7_/s320/worldpeacecopy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFRYBqRdaozsu35poSEF_QEBuMh67nvLvpa3toR4JXZeehjJJEA5w1IBJholjUX5TpLBV7JoMAyjzcetrqIBk3MBPMukP15aL8mUC0QwnowTAry8jgbIfcgD2rlnkEZMx4_aIiSpB7PLJ/s1600-h/nuclear-explosion.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324548096975981954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFRYBqRdaozsu35poSEF_QEBuMh67nvLvpa3toR4JXZeehjJJEA5w1IBJholjUX5TpLBV7JoMAyjzcetrqIBk3MBPMukP15aL8mUC0QwnowTAry8jgbIfcgD2rlnkEZMx4_aIiSpB7PLJ/s320/nuclear-explosion.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today, the Cold War has disappeared but thousands of those weapons have not. In a strange turn of history, the threat of global nuclear war has gone down, but the risk of a nuclear attack has gone up. More nations have acquired these weapons. Testing has continued. Black markets trade in nuclear secrets and materials. The technology to build a bomb has spread. Terrorists are determined to buy, build or steal one.</div><br /><div>Some argue that the spread of these weapons cannot be checked - that we are destined to live in a world where more nations and more people possess the ultimate tools of destruction. This fatalism is a deadly adversary. For if we believe that the spread of nuclear weapons is inevitable, then we are admitting to ourselves that the use of nuclear weapons is inevitable.</div><br /><div>So today, I state clearly and with conviction America's commitment to seek the peace and security of <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">a world without nuclear weapons</span></strong>. This goal will not be reached quickly - perhaps not in my lifetime. It will take patience and persistence. But now we, too, must ignore the voices who tell us that the world cannot change.</div><br /><div><em><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Barack Obama, Prague, 5April 2009</span></strong></em></div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-19596352626021821662009-04-13T10:23:00.001-07:002009-04-13T10:24:11.338-07:00Button's Button...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mp0S4cOcZZRq_wlWDtAjMw2b5EGHnFV2c8d4HTn8oNaRgYZfU0bQMNAwfwm5qwT0vDdK17KheQeZKlOHKupFqYAJhHZuGWzkZCITE_wymacWnAU9iswg7iQfrzut7bYvzqHOqPKHZ5nO/s1600-h/benjamin-button-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324227890542943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mp0S4cOcZZRq_wlWDtAjMw2b5EGHnFV2c8d4HTn8oNaRgYZfU0bQMNAwfwm5qwT0vDdK17KheQeZKlOHKupFqYAJhHZuGWzkZCITE_wymacWnAU9iswg7iQfrzut7bYvzqHOqPKHZ5nO/s320/benjamin-button-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."</div><div> </div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-40934121673431823172009-03-24T05:17:00.000-07:002009-03-24T05:29:10.729-07:00City of a Hundred Names...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9WLcSk1eJCFTSCxmrWNGREF1kg4dG2TJRXeqeFIW6D82adAJmFNlPMA01cb0oKjkvng6AM1etPJAfk76IJ8l3JN3GIS9Et66kT18vVH4ipZZnDZ71VypxEA297dNF-sUYF4T-WmvpYrG/s1600-h/dolmabahceden_bogaz_TSM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316730187476644962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9WLcSk1eJCFTSCxmrWNGREF1kg4dG2TJRXeqeFIW6D82adAJmFNlPMA01cb0oKjkvng6AM1etPJAfk76IJ8l3JN3GIS9Et66kT18vVH4ipZZnDZ71VypxEA297dNF-sUYF4T-WmvpYrG/s320/dolmabahceden_bogaz_TSM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyIH5du5k_JEgFUBbNi_SU7e4SrcJfdjl-h5m5NzS2ysMvYrhvIK-UDrl3YZazG4S_mr2dIssoWQUxmKR9IS1eKnFH6S2raSnI6moMdu9X0oPpfBszGJrAvDrbHgW2ywkK0APPo6M4h6L/s1600-h/512427073_d7c796a3ba.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316729971381210594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyIH5du5k_JEgFUBbNi_SU7e4SrcJfdjl-h5m5NzS2ysMvYrhvIK-UDrl3YZazG4S_mr2dIssoWQUxmKR9IS1eKnFH6S2raSnI6moMdu9X0oPpfBszGJrAvDrbHgW2ywkK0APPo6M4h6L/s320/512427073_d7c796a3ba.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My Home...</div><div>Another Post regarding to this city....</div><div>I was born there...I am so proud of it...Nothing will change the fact that i am from Istanbul...</div><div>I want my ashes to join the ground also there...</div><div> </div><div>Living in a city is one thing..</div><div>Being in a Alive city is another...</div><br /><div>My home is not a place, it is people. </div><div>Well said by Lois McMaster Bujold...</div><div>I want my home to be next to you...You are my happiness...<br />I hope one day, maybe one day, you'll understand that city..Not for myself, Not for us, Not for our non-born child...But only for your own self growth my Love...</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9abMx6TEhAs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9abMx6TEhAs</a></div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-74116761049058377962009-03-23T02:39:00.000-07:002009-03-23T02:44:38.353-07:00More than...me...is you...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgW4nzHZQrGoxmFC0Q4Buj1DL3Mfk8Nj4RaDz1EJSdxY5lGeinKe85VzVcvDMR5i6NxeKOzhrUwzikBAlkniuC4zZlRijB-edz1S6B0kaibAlj26VC9MbWeQIgV77BqF0cF-2hzXXAN_-/s1600-h/kochamcie-main_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316316809298962370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgW4nzHZQrGoxmFC0Q4Buj1DL3Mfk8Nj4RaDz1EJSdxY5lGeinKe85VzVcvDMR5i6NxeKOzhrUwzikBAlkniuC4zZlRijB-edz1S6B0kaibAlj26VC9MbWeQIgV77BqF0cF-2hzXXAN_-/s400/kochamcie-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kt7L4X4li_k">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kt7L4X4li_k</a></div><div><br />Saying I love you<br />Is not the words I want to hear from you<br />It's not that I want you<br />Not to say, but if you only knew<br />How easy it would be to show me how you feel<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">More than words is all you have to do to make it real</span></strong><br />Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me<br />Cos I'd already know<br />What would you do if my heart was torn in two<br />More than words to show you feel<br />That your love for me is real<br />What would you say if I took those words away<br />Then you couldn't make things new<br />Just by saying I love you<br />More than words<br />Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand<br />All you have to do is close your eyes<br />And just reach out your hands and touch me<br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Hold me close don't ever let me go</strong></span></em><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><strong>More than words is all I ever needed you to show</strong></span><br />Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me<br />Cos I'd already know<br />What would you do if my heart was torn in two<br />More than words to show you feel<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">That your love for me is real</span></strong><br />What would you say if I took those words away<br />Then you couldn't make things new<br />Just by saying I love you<br />More than words </div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-34817374331085516432009-03-23T02:05:00.000-07:002009-03-23T02:08:44.639-07:00Just a bit of Appreciation...Late..but not too late...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgHV2AFh3PBZfxOM3Lbuuxn-r4Fd36SlyChO9X-qHxWLmhXArIuHrhC9pPb7jSk0xILETQhqJWCddyxOds4BKBTVQd3dYGKmN-PsE9S8KYpFzK3GbPvWgJGCKnoe42jbT7YV6P4SzCaJW/s1600-h/3-maymun.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316306751793554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgHV2AFh3PBZfxOM3Lbuuxn-r4Fd36SlyChO9X-qHxWLmhXArIuHrhC9pPb7jSk0xILETQhqJWCddyxOds4BKBTVQd3dYGKmN-PsE9S8KYpFzK3GbPvWgJGCKnoe42jbT7YV6P4SzCaJW/s400/3-maymun.jpg" border="0" /></a>She cooked me a delicous tomato soup...Thank youuu...<br />She gave a massage..( finally she started to learn how to do)....Thank youuuu<br />She danced for me...Thank youuuuu<br />She kissed all over my body...mmmmm...Thank you...<br />She prepared me my first picnic...Loved it...Thank you...<br />She shared a book with me...( even though it is not so intersting, but was sth for me :))) ...Thank youuu....<br />She loves me....Thank youuu...<br />She asked for a hug, even i looked like the devil...Thank youuu..<br />She corrected my english all the time...merciiii...<br /><br />Thank you God..for giving her to me...Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-52531770070598817722009-03-20T05:12:00.000-07:002009-03-20T05:21:49.007-07:00You must become more than just a man in the mind of your opponent<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdVWxdL9GKitPI-9lbOlfdFuXuAhV7qAfX_JY8m2mdSoepvxLFzCpPyQrYv66SQwBqoAelyxMDn9jSlqfib3Tay2-Bxj_dzPYOeCIhlwyYDDq3C6rYIJqi8Iq9d4vqe1vPX6QM3ljd1Pi/s1600-h/050728-Batman0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315243990826351634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdVWxdL9GKitPI-9lbOlfdFuXuAhV7qAfX_JY8m2mdSoepvxLFzCpPyQrYv66SQwBqoAelyxMDn9jSlqfib3Tay2-Bxj_dzPYOeCIhlwyYDDq3C6rYIJqi8Iq9d4vqe1vPX6QM3ljd1Pi/s320/050728-Batman0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You have learned to bury your guilt with anger. </div><div>I will teach you to confront it, and to face the truth. </div><div>You know how to fight six men. We can teach you how to engage six hundred. </div><div>You know how to disappear. We can teach you to become truly invisible. </div><br /><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000553/" target="_popup1158" oldonclick="null">Henri Ducard</a>: Anger does not change the fact that your father failed to act. </div><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/" target="_popup1158" oldonclick="null">Bruce Wayne</a>: The man had a gun!</div><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000553/" target="_popup1158" oldonclick="null">Henri Ducard</a>: Would that stop you? </div><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/" target="_popup1158" oldonclick="null">Bruce Wayne</a>: I've had training! </div><div><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000553/" target="_popup1158" oldonclick="null">Henri Ducard</a>: The training is nothing! <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">The will is everything! </span></strong><br /><br />My anger outweighs my guilt. </div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-77122220137519654642009-03-20T01:23:00.000-07:002009-03-20T01:32:11.247-07:00What have i done ?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzyLz6q0UK6snjzddztxctbCySEWshbUSJQDjXf_7XbMFQ0er0nPFJHFtnSwDIRL52ouZx-zNEAMzymo9SmpvIdv3WeeVOSv88-F5OCWBktgiKdxDS02sB9-rzbhSqdvB0U8scI4dBReI/s1600-h/gozyasi_%5B%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315184838193762338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzyLz6q0UK6snjzddztxctbCySEWshbUSJQDjXf_7XbMFQ0er0nPFJHFtnSwDIRL52ouZx-zNEAMzymo9SmpvIdv3WeeVOSv88-F5OCWBktgiKdxDS02sB9-rzbhSqdvB0U8scI4dBReI/s400/gozyasi_%255B%255D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>I don't remember crying so much in life before....</em><br /><div><br /><div><em>I shouldn't have asked.......</em></div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-3857593701316499202009-03-12T11:34:00.000-07:002009-03-12T11:38:13.560-07:00Talk...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lZ95h8x_lqjOpObNsvyYVNUeK50UIQCffJUom1hgpnDO65VMV9jcKzW3ECXG_cwLMTqzMfp0nSXYBUOhUUyTrXrPo2v8C_8IMasDESOd4TZdlx_0cPHnv3WgBPBCiVAvm8MeHHEfYwbd/s1600-h/B0000682VZ.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312371484293606674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lZ95h8x_lqjOpObNsvyYVNUeK50UIQCffJUom1hgpnDO65VMV9jcKzW3ECXG_cwLMTqzMfp0nSXYBUOhUUyTrXrPo2v8C_8IMasDESOd4TZdlx_0cPHnv3WgBPBCiVAvm8MeHHEfYwbd/s400/B0000682VZ.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The other day you were about to cry my babe...<br />Because of Love...<br />Becuase i'd say i'd follow you anywhere no matter what...<br />I loved you no mater what...year to date...unconditionally...<br />It's not because of good sex<br />It's not because of good eating & dining<br />It's not because of we can speak things that we can not with others<br />It's not because you are beautiful or smart<br />It s not because you are very special<br /><br />It's just because i do love you...it is sth from my inside...<br /><br />even if you get fat, you get bold, you say dumb things all the time,you become ordinary...<br />ain't matter...i am gonna love you..always....unconditionally..<br /><br />But it s up to us...to be happy...Together...<br />I think i did many sacrifieses for the sake of " us " ....because i believed in you..always....even during the times, when you were not believeing yourself....<br />The only think out of the logic loop that i have kindly asked you was simple....In many of the fights we had , it was the main topic....<br />I may be strong...But not that much...You have damaged my love a lot..and the only way that we can re-build things was to be happy all the time...and to be happy, i had to get over with that issue....and just look at to our last couple of weeks...aren't you happier than ever we were ? and why ? thanks to you...I was thinking very little about "that"..Only thanks to you...Yet, because of you...you made me........................<br /><br />You teased me one more time today ; thank you for the guideliness...<br />That hurt more than everything...<br />How i wish...to say nth about any guideline...that you'd done by yourself...that i'd shut the f**k up...How i wish...<br />I could have just turn my back too...But still, i believe in you...that s why i ve told you those things which you percieved as guidelines.....<br />You can talk to me...you can make explanations....maybe we agree or we do not agree..but we'll find a common way...because we love eachother...for the sake of you, i am ready to change my path....and for the sake of us, you can find a common way...just talk to me...and maybe i am wrong...and i ll apologize from you...<br /><br />But Do not tease me...<br />Do not hang up the phone on my face...<br />Do not run away from talking...<br />Just talk...explain me why..Help me understand...<br /><br />Whatever happens ;<br />and i am gonna love you unconditionally...as long as you do respect me....Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-39097677247281800492009-03-07T23:36:00.000-08:002009-03-08T03:48:14.827-07:00Being asked to verbalize my feelings....Don't push for it...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7TgdhM3JdoVPCY7j8cJlGFkVnAYYBmQuf1RfSrOLgFGnmnKr8pC7w06yIqpTaii2DK8aLE03LgRs0bC94LUMmRjdklrlwv6AuI48Z4qAstQBOTEba0zNivthJX7158jI5UfMxL-N7N5T/s1600-h/93700415_11a4685eed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7TgdhM3JdoVPCY7j8cJlGFkVnAYYBmQuf1RfSrOLgFGnmnKr8pC7w06yIqpTaii2DK8aLE03LgRs0bC94LUMmRjdklrlwv6AuI48Z4qAstQBOTEba0zNivthJX7158jI5UfMxL-N7N5T/s320/93700415_11a4685eed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310717748775719874" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Otherwise we lose the most special thing we have and we become to be normal, banal , ordinary,boring couple....</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">And do not worry...i will give you, i will continue giving you the best words that you deserve...In the best times when they make sense...</span></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-9150874540471539272009-03-04T05:17:00.001-08:002009-03-04T08:59:27.270-08:00Small Details....Today she said to me ;<br /><br /><em>Alina Rutkowska/P... I am sooooo in love with youuuuuuuuu</em><br /><em></em><br />It was the single moment of my life.....Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-36963211473376021282009-03-02T05:36:00.000-08:002009-03-02T05:40:28.795-08:00Forgiveness...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ4w_ghzyDhVmgWzZnf4CAlRhBjpLTQyiQGQ02zkc9mphqmiJCZ-wW7BGprFQVFHCwmrYsBN-XDiUaDHwE0JGljKD7TY1WPDT9_AyVIezTbXFIOW3-263sp5qlqnRdNZYH5sNf5NvbDVY/s1600-h/www.harikasozler.net_-_melek1_2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308584076910530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJ4w_ghzyDhVmgWzZnf4CAlRhBjpLTQyiQGQ02zkc9mphqmiJCZ-wW7BGprFQVFHCwmrYsBN-XDiUaDHwE0JGljKD7TY1WPDT9_AyVIezTbXFIOW3-263sp5qlqnRdNZYH5sNf5NvbDVY/s320/www.harikasozler.net_-_melek1_2.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Forgive me...</em> <div><em>For all the phones that i haven't made.</em></div><div><em>For all the stories that i haven't told...</em></div><div><em>For all the moments that i haven't visited you...</em></div><div><em>For all the days, that i have spent w/o telling nothing from myself..</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>For being a terrible grandson..Forgive me</em></div><div><em>and Happy Birthday...</em></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-86923240358003611392009-03-02T04:48:00.000-08:002009-03-02T04:53:59.103-08:00Something ( Someone ) to Believe in...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6VUF5JZULetr474a91lllUY8HqMs_KrNd0O_pBw33HPPI6KgK8NXxAy4mA0chgdlk_7Zbm8smc29GDCsEGuE3Tbrur8p9jBRXWTkaTQ8xRcPKhfTcHKAGrsLM_Soys8FPDQihYFqmZs2/s1600-h/IMG_0286.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308572759346033794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6VUF5JZULetr474a91lllUY8HqMs_KrNd0O_pBw33HPPI6KgK8NXxAy4mA0chgdlk_7Zbm8smc29GDCsEGuE3Tbrur8p9jBRXWTkaTQ8xRcPKhfTcHKAGrsLM_Soys8FPDQihYFqmZs2/s320/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308572472045371538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_aDF7U4cuYMfUXc0sBela5xbO3_ZmDMADomv3XohG2LJqK364uaTzKg-4p-sn2_4w4pP9aGzpaljUg5OdNhfymnCbj8N0ljvmjQb8WvdPbK9Fp3fLtdXPjDF1IgByAu7cidJmfujqq5Xd/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wocGkxW3HeYJeDrjngTSoZRZmbU2MNUkMJZWkq-NA63a1UDh0-vpBgupVq6j5Z9Rce7RSliknv_oAydELqZv2w2AYyufwSDJyhD2XG2m10NY370kXwNLwwg2BNhHY8-Jgab1Ua7RmZvd/s1600-h/DSCN1802.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308572040691164754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7wocGkxW3HeYJeDrjngTSoZRZmbU2MNUkMJZWkq-NA63a1UDh0-vpBgupVq6j5Z9Rce7RSliknv_oAydELqZv2w2AYyufwSDJyhD2XG2m10NY370kXwNLwwg2BNhHY8-Jgab1Ua7RmZvd/s320/DSCN1802.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-50715139564153867642009-02-26T01:51:00.001-08:002009-02-26T01:55:54.560-08:00Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKmQEUknCjKU9kcjtAhESe6iaU9yLPEm8sgxSRKbIeJHY_x-ZEGL3ZoVCagrHCwILLOato2iYuAvPKSDV3OLZhAqHPiCUdk0OJzBeqEC2SmVoifUCvINfxIOim_5Hv2ogo2J4YBHdWu7B/s1600-h/work_life.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307042451901831330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKmQEUknCjKU9kcjtAhESe6iaU9yLPEm8sgxSRKbIeJHY_x-ZEGL3ZoVCagrHCwILLOato2iYuAvPKSDV3OLZhAqHPiCUdk0OJzBeqEC2SmVoifUCvINfxIOim_5Hv2ogo2J4YBHdWu7B/s400/work_life.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Life is very strange my friend.....<br />Like a human..A female one maybe...Sometimes she's so Lovable...Sometimes she's such a bich...Sometimes she betrays you...sometimes she's the most trustable person ever...<br />You dream about a girl...That's why we call " her " as the girl of my dreams...And most of the time, what you think in your head, becomes true..and you meet with this girl...eventually..maybe not in this life format, but one day, you do meet her..<br /><br />Life is like that too...What you think comes true....it just happens...But i still strongly believe in external factors, that may effect things..I am not saying those factors do change things, but they may effect. Then it s totally up to you, how you can cope with those...Those external factors may also open new opportunites...positive or negative ones...You'd never know...Because it's just life...Totally unpredictable...Like a girl...<br /><br />The thing is, i am tired my friend...i used to battle, cope with everything...But it's just too much....yes, i want to happy...and that's what it is in my head..all the time...i work for it..i try for it....and everytime i feel things are on track, bammm, she betrays me again...<br />My family always supported me...till the end....and i know they gonna continue supporting me..till the end...I have a lot of friends...but just a few of them, i can trust..till the end...and all those years, i was missing something..someone...a female person in my female life...For the very first time, i do believe there is this person...Beautiful, Smart , Happy and understands me..Listens to me...learns things from me...shares with me...loves me...<br /><br />I always say ; There's nothing certain in life...and nothing is forever( expect diamonds)<br />I still say ; There's nothing certain in life...and nothing is forever..but in addition to this, again for the very first time i know what i want...i just wanna be with her...It ain't matter where, how, under what circumcitances...<br /><br />And once again, so called Life, the slut and the love of my presence, i will be in your path...whether you treat me good or bad...i will try to be happy..once again...and i'll find a way...once again...but this time, i am not alone...Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-35125877486382584292009-02-25T07:16:00.000-08:002009-02-25T07:22:59.572-08:00Why vs Why Not<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCbBPattjEjw5Hct4762DDH6FSGFl7eaaVrEnlQ_zm5StgLlp5cmu7jrG5hhllTJf2vESFqLfMiQVDzwx30A3hmdPo3bMQXB3aQaoLewytHxokcTz9SgQxcBlQoRoXusuo5SQYqUFA7GU/s1600-h/MarcChagallMuseeNationalMar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755686351327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCbBPattjEjw5Hct4762DDH6FSGFl7eaaVrEnlQ_zm5StgLlp5cmu7jrG5hhllTJf2vESFqLfMiQVDzwx30A3hmdPo3bMQXB3aQaoLewytHxokcTz9SgQxcBlQoRoXusuo5SQYqUFA7GU/s400/MarcChagallMuseeNationalMar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?" </div><div><em>George Bernard Shaw.</em></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-29914176089831317342009-02-24T06:22:00.000-08:002009-02-24T06:45:18.344-08:00The Proffessor's Daughter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0w41ayRxzP29WJrq6n3EySQdrdeDyeEdrhO5OV_K4YT6bRDZGg9jok__7qcVqUZ7adkAyKp7sPTCVlpIH4C3DGikaWN0C_o8DuWIn7k0lWpmKoTXRsRjoGd6RCMDcdRMZObPU7UTm1cI/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369645437329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0w41ayRxzP29WJrq6n3EySQdrdeDyeEdrhO5OV_K4YT6bRDZGg9jok__7qcVqUZ7adkAyKp7sPTCVlpIH4C3DGikaWN0C_o8DuWIn7k0lWpmKoTXRsRjoGd6RCMDcdRMZObPU7UTm1cI/s400/marriage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9ooKAHEX0cSCm1ZA_fnIfkVxHZbw1Ml_3D73J24QVUV1UwpULjntk-guWDZrjtbLje7FT4lJriP8zRV4mkodSPZFu2Xllk-rFJo-LNxekH93xEvC2JFD8Ldn3aWCVydczizDIhln9k3l/s1600-h/gelin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306369470570958930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9ooKAHEX0cSCm1ZA_fnIfkVxHZbw1Ml_3D73J24QVUV1UwpULjntk-guWDZrjtbLje7FT4lJriP8zRV4mkodSPZFu2Xllk-rFJo-LNxekH93xEvC2JFD8Ldn3aWCVydczizDIhln9k3l/s400/gelin.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YXVMCHG-Nk">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YXVMCHG-Nk</a></div><div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>I always believed in some certain things...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Believed in the energy...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Believed in Goodness</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Believed in Life..Togetherness...I believed in Happiness...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Then i believed in YOU...i continously believed in you, no matter what happened...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>When i was planing to tell you, i started to feel that i can be with you till the end, no matter what, where ever we are...You'd told me that you would never come with me to Turkey...How much it hurt...But...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Still believed in you...</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>For the first time in my life, i can tell that i feel in such a way that i belong to someone....</strong></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>We had hard times..Maybe we'll have even harder times..But i strongly started believing as long as we have eachother, we gonna get through all the obstacles...</strong></span></em></div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Change...is good...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And i think...some other things gonna change too....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Soon...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Not just my job....Also my status....Our's....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">AND DO NOT QUESTION MY UNDERSTANDING OF ROMANTISM...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">You know, what i am capable of....</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">You gonna have that....the circle thing...in the very best moment...</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#ffff66;">As your Father says ; IN</span></strong></div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-73168876831500965322009-02-23T10:30:00.000-08:002009-02-23T10:38:28.341-08:00The ONE..<span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSH1Xf1_3yFwFzVB91mwXUL5GY4y6Olr1GeNWB0pm3Eg_kR1c7pJV9_-izToT4raoraqadxvpyX1Jznigmh11jeHK1swFLYYzNAijQJZgS2j1VrZ-i2zzePViGNZQH3WGtsY9EKZ8umSb/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306062380817663010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSH1Xf1_3yFwFzVB91mwXUL5GY4y6Olr1GeNWB0pm3Eg_kR1c7pJV9_-izToT4raoraqadxvpyX1Jznigmh11jeHK1swFLYYzNAijQJZgS2j1VrZ-i2zzePViGNZQH3WGtsY9EKZ8umSb/s400/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /></a>She can make me laugh like that...<br /><br /><div>And today ; </div><div>She proved that she'll be with me...She'll support me..She'll love me whatever happens...</div><div>I have no more questions...</div><div>She is the ONE...</div><div>And i wanna go with her,Only with her, till the end...</div><div><em>My Home, My job, My Heart, My Soul...IS NEXT TO YOU...</em></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-18875756208138403692009-02-12T01:42:00.000-08:002009-02-12T01:48:13.767-08:00She's opened the window.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkamG9hInOIMXYmipTNQxoflM2IUxh8ik-OpaeGvwyPHGhlexek3rpIE2yiLK5pnyh9_pMTz3BacWeFQJB-Jw86g-ZC5RInaiMK_zDiMZV4NirZG0HqRKoTO05T5rhRI2J1_0AQRh3c9di/s1600-h/IMG_6608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301844204496213554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkamG9hInOIMXYmipTNQxoflM2IUxh8ik-OpaeGvwyPHGhlexek3rpIE2yiLK5pnyh9_pMTz3BacWeFQJB-Jw86g-ZC5RInaiMK_zDiMZV4NirZG0HqRKoTO05T5rhRI2J1_0AQRh3c9di/s400/IMG_6608.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>I was in a dark room...Before you my love...</em></div><div><em>I was living in my lonely world..which i called, my kingdom...I thougth i was happy there...Before you my beauty...</em></div><div><em>I had my strong defence walls protecting my heart...from getting hurt..Before you my young woman..</em></div><div><em>I didn't wanna open my windows to anybody...Before you my "Smile"..</em></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-33093537856420490782009-02-11T04:45:00.000-08:002009-02-11T04:50:30.523-08:00Weird = Special<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM5Am_kX9Pk6W5JjWbYz48Bt-t0rYGe8w6lDNAEPK8cMmhfU9iv_XtPod7D5GGMiscYqpiijS9nJDU82sCziVEypa6wex1_E02_CToQd5XzueNmypJeo2dl0BP6K8LX3-w7EfO9gCG4iM/s1600-h/IMG_9429.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301520390666501682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIM5Am_kX9Pk6W5JjWbYz48Bt-t0rYGe8w6lDNAEPK8cMmhfU9iv_XtPod7D5GGMiscYqpiijS9nJDU82sCziVEypa6wex1_E02_CToQd5XzueNmypJeo2dl0BP6K8LX3-w7EfO9gCG4iM/s400/IMG_9429.JPG" border="0" /></a>It is weird....<br />One Polish, coming from a Catholic family...<br />One Turkish, coming from a totally different culture...<br />Totally two different aspects, two different expectations from life....<br />And Different experiences....<br />They both see the actual life from a different point of view...Sometimes they agree, Sometimes not..<br />They talk..They discuss..They fight....They cry...They make love...They create "the moment"...They are happy..sometimes unhappy...<br />These are normal things like the normal people do....<br />What enables them special is they understand their "weird characters" and accept and respect those sides of themselves....<br />That is why ; She is gonna be <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the one</span></strong> for him ; That is why He is gonna be <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">the one</span></strong> for her...<br />That is why, despite everything they have been through , they are still together ...<br /><br />All they need is , to build up real togetherness on top of this "Special" emotions that make them special, where in the meanwhile, it's seen as "weird" from other people...<br /><br />They are just too very special weird souls, that love eachother....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWuOh7a6ANQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWuOh7a6ANQ</a>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-56521435722282306752009-02-03T06:24:00.000-08:002009-02-09T06:48:41.018-08:00The Promise of a Witch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIg2Rj-37ABcHWN4wOYskhMd0ZFCjL4o3oMCunTO6IL0fLncKLN9qTUbc9k6TlcMTDIlaGGlqspNGYNBrNo2S3Fkb_nIt55S2UurJlyIMZwa-nkYzBIERmtgE8tNVwi4uI_HH4qbS6BO3p/s1600-h/20080624014526_img_47356.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300809254303116130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIg2Rj-37ABcHWN4wOYskhMd0ZFCjL4o3oMCunTO6IL0fLncKLN9qTUbc9k6TlcMTDIlaGGlqspNGYNBrNo2S3Fkb_nIt55S2UurJlyIMZwa-nkYzBIERmtgE8tNVwi4uI_HH4qbS6BO3p/s400/20080624014526_img_47356.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awxnfagxdxQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awxnfagxdxQ</a></div><br /><div>I hear your voice</div><div>I touch your hair</div><div>I see the traces</div><div>Everywhere</div><div>This house of ours</div><div>We used to share</div><div>My dream has turned</div><div>To nightmare</div><div> </div><div>I sleep no more</div><div>I dream no more<br />There's nothing here</div><div>To wake up for</div><div>I talk no more</div><div>I sing no more</div><div>Don't function like</div><div>I did before</div><div>Because she doesn't live here anymore</div><br /><div>She hardly calls at all</div><div>Now when she's gone I find myself lost</div><div>Staring at the wall</div><div>I drink again</div><div>I smoke again</div><div>There's no one here</div><div>To call my friend</div><div>I swear again</div><div>I'm mad again</div><div>So troubled since</div><div>I don't know when</div><div>Because she doesn't live here anymore</div><div>She hardly calls at all</div><div>Now when she's gone I find myself lost</div><div>Staring at the wall</div><div>She doesn't live here anymore</div><div>She hardly calls at all</div><div>Since she's been gone there's nobody here</div><div>To catch me when I fall</div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-14735052100265285602009-02-03T06:16:00.000-08:002009-02-03T06:18:25.329-08:00Sending out an S.O.S<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNvPuCZvkGOPe5222AdNRPxWzRCOZ85o4C7bTguaqzAYQ9mnC1llhpwqUbR_2hsC4BSLkcUpaPhM47PGfTt1D_eoPnlZH081loOGaz9WWcr-2KgZQZVjyw92smw0x28CUBkyhjQihhUm9/s1600-h/00+-+VA+-+Broken+Flowers+-+Front+I.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298575012264996450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNvPuCZvkGOPe5222AdNRPxWzRCOZ85o4C7bTguaqzAYQ9mnC1llhpwqUbR_2hsC4BSLkcUpaPhM47PGfTt1D_eoPnlZH081loOGaz9WWcr-2KgZQZVjyw92smw0x28CUBkyhjQihhUm9/s400/00+-+VA+-+Broken+Flowers+-+Front+I.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>She's not "there" anymore.........</em>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-66220873471376256922009-02-02T05:04:00.000-08:002009-02-02T05:14:02.404-08:00Love is a SHIELD<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298187045748986322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU1bCpvqLvbDXHffLFpd5_gFOo7vhUl-Jj1zbKgo8ijbl9EM1Ipvf97wMy6IPZSinSjJuWnEiZH8fVfjfGf9-xSZO4Gf4-DVJxqTIFc_vPG_XrxAvUmpUY3UsoIh1PpghL1RK6plXJzTtu/s320/IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVhPUpG82sU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVhPUpG82sU</a></div><div>Love is a shield,</div><div>To hide behind,</div><div>Love is a field</div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;">To grow inside,</span></strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">And when I sometimes close my eyes</span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">My mind starts spinning round.</span></div><div>Love is a babyIn a mother's arms,</div><div>Love is your <strong><span style="color:#ff99ff;">breath</span></strong></div><div>Which makes me warm,</div><div>And when I sometimes close my eyes,<br />My mind starts spinning round.</div><div>There is a feeling</div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">That flows through me,</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">When you are near</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">You make it real</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">And we could live for this ideal</span></strong>.<br />And all the pictures we run through,<br />Seem to be <strong><span style="color:#ccffff;">perfect,</span></strong><br />Seem to be true.</div><div>But nothing is quite forever,</div><div>Especially staying together.</div><div>I don't care now</div><div>What comes along,</div><div>What counts is us,</div><div>No matter what will be,</div><div><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Just this naivety.</span></em></strong></div><div>The changing words we're taking in,</div><div>Seem to be perfect,</div><div>Seem to win.</div><div>But nothing is quite forever,</div><div>Especially staying together</div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-12991510509355642852009-02-02T04:14:00.000-08:002009-02-02T04:16:17.177-08:00The roots of us is...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi564YLNSGmBsB0tMCQ5XDFe6-jl_wp8wWLWcTamVfuW4mHLnn1VvqpZ0Yl08-PnFB7n7T3sMt9tzEknurg4ad4OERsL1dETliIFeE_mwLA8aq1aBwlu1V1VOEI4qZR4VoUBn0k1Qcv1xdo/s1600-h/n689561903_518459_7884.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298172430971477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi564YLNSGmBsB0tMCQ5XDFe6-jl_wp8wWLWcTamVfuW4mHLnn1VvqpZ0Yl08-PnFB7n7T3sMt9tzEknurg4ad4OERsL1dETliIFeE_mwLA8aq1aBwlu1V1VOEI4qZR4VoUBn0k1Qcv1xdo/s400/n689561903_518459_7884.jpg" border="0" /></a>Despite everything ;<br />It seems "Pure innocent Love" is about to win....Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-51521892372294590272009-02-02T04:12:00.000-08:002009-02-02T04:16:41.987-08:00Loving you...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixn_2dDLhyphenhyphenshVyj8gJ9vz9K1l4CfYpb42hfAgpphmkp7-0IXdnJ7v_MWk0KczV7JnQ7dCOEPvJ6uhWlP84Mr4wfgaXP1K-xsVdpR42w8p_ZFWmLC9CQIV7HohN1YdCDUHyl4-PXzS0wuhP/s1600-h/y1pU6yo2t6PTgOFgVRTXak1ZLgIaeapiCKqq2duPutOtVCOM1Eqh-NzAF93kSa-NT1oZ-i9NaIr9evyYMd09GAdfbrzxlzjzcr9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298171885111030258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixn_2dDLhyphenhyphenshVyj8gJ9vz9K1l4CfYpb42hfAgpphmkp7-0IXdnJ7v_MWk0KczV7JnQ7dCOEPvJ6uhWlP84Mr4wfgaXP1K-xsVdpR42w8p_ZFWmLC9CQIV7HohN1YdCDUHyl4-PXzS0wuhP/s400/y1pU6yo2t6PTgOFgVRTXak1ZLgIaeapiCKqq2duPutOtVCOM1Eqh-NzAF93kSa-NT1oZ-i9NaIr9evyYMd09GAdfbrzxlzjzcr9.jpg" border="0" /></a>What i am going through with you in this last period is just ;<br /><em>More than words.....<br /></em><div></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7152171936319695176.post-64050645001556960762009-01-23T06:10:00.000-08:002009-01-23T06:12:18.939-08:00Back to....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtEeFT3u9sx_QJ72V8eKkpHs-v1YIKDQ4oCerWYIZAALMoHBSUfy_fX9EZUDzepVjSl-6fnhwRq6syqO09Wbpcca2zSa3NJdvr6fX1D-nf4Pf_lpiva3gFuPsTz6xXAfbkXcnVmRYGR8v/s1600-h/elveda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294491451058688850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHtEeFT3u9sx_QJ72V8eKkpHs-v1YIKDQ4oCerWYIZAALMoHBSUfy_fX9EZUDzepVjSl-6fnhwRq6syqO09Wbpcca2zSa3NJdvr6fX1D-nf4Pf_lpiva3gFuPsTz6xXAfbkXcnVmRYGR8v/s400/elveda.jpg" border="0" /></a>Who i am...<br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Goodbye the little Kid inside Me...</span></em></div>Alyburakhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06419036538374593751noreply@blogger.com0