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  <title>baci amore</title>
  <subtitle>baci amore</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-01-04T08:06:18Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:2533</id>
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    <title>dreams_inlatin @ 2009-01-04T19:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T08:06:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T08:06:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; and suddenly, the world feels so good...&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:2227</id>
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    <title>dreams_inlatin @ 2009-01-04T18:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-04T08:04:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-04T08:04:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>sadly, ms perry is currently playing...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"do not waste life. everytime you let someone leave you without knowing how they make you feel, you have died a little death for nothing. do not assume you have more then the moment you are living in. it's never too soon, or too hard to tell someone that you love them, that they move you, that you are better for knowing them. your job is to celebrate love, and to trust in the universe to bring you the people you need and tell you how to be with them when they arrive. you live a life that will end with regretting only things you did, not things you never did. you promise me baby bear, tell everyone, make them hear you, put aside your petty fears and love loud for me, so i can hear you in heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stacey Ballis "sleeping over"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:2036</id>
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    <title>dreams_inlatin @ 2008-12-03T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-02T23:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-02T23:07:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I put my heart and soul into my work and have lost my mind in the process, &lt;br /&gt;-Van Gough</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:1745</id>
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    <title>dreams_inlatin @ 2008-11-10T11:37:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-10T00:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-10T00:43:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>you dont scare me - josh pyke</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;"Faith does not protect you. medicine and airbags... those are things that protect you. God does not protect you. Intelligence protects you. Enlightenment. Put your faith in something with tangiable results. How long has it been since someone walked on water? Modern miracles belong to science. Computers, vaccines, space stations... even the divine miracle of creation. Matter from nothing... in a lab. Who needs God? No! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Science is God!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels and Demons - Dan Brown&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:1307</id>
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    <title>dreams_inlatin @ 2008-11-03T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-03T06:44:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-03T06:44:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Maybe one of these days I'll be able to give myself a gold star for being ordinary. And maybe one of these days I'll give myself a gold star for being extraordinary. And maybe one day I won't need to have a star at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sue Bender</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:1124</id>
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    <title>the drum in my head...</title>
    <published>2008-10-18T10:01:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-18T10:01:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">baBoom!baBoom!&lt;br /&gt;like a drum&lt;br /&gt;a pulsing beat&lt;br /&gt;blazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baBoom!baBoom!&lt;br /&gt;thumping&lt;br /&gt;throbbing&lt;br /&gt;aching away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baBoom!baBoom!&lt;br /&gt;the click clack of the train&lt;br /&gt;the hum of the engine&lt;br /&gt;the beat of a drum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baBoom!baBoom!&lt;br /&gt;stress&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;and heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baBoom!baBoom!&lt;br /&gt;baBoom!baBoom!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:914</id>
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    <title>Hope Slowly Crushed...</title>
    <published>2008-10-14T11:59:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-14T11:59:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>supergrass. rebel in you</lj:music>
    <content type="html">its so close now i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;the seconds. passing.&lt;br /&gt;the fear. rising.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish that i could feel you&lt;br /&gt;like i can feel the time&lt;br /&gt;miles instead of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if i've missed it all&lt;br /&gt;or has it not yet begun&lt;br /&gt;everything that you promised&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all like you mean.&lt;br /&gt;and the scrambled words fall&lt;br /&gt;foreign to my ears&lt;br /&gt;new to my mind&lt;br /&gt;warm to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart beats faster and faster my love&lt;br /&gt;as my hand moves slower and slower&lt;br /&gt;and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;i wish i could remember how to speak&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:dreams_inlatin:746</id>
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    <title>i am everything, and i am nothing at all...</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T08:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-14T08:25:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sigur Ross</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt; The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.-Stephen King &lt;/small&gt;</content>
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