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<title><![CDATA[eskimo's Journal]]></title>
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<pubDate>Tue Jun 10 08:35:38 PDT 2008</pubDate>
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<item><title><![CDATA[The Professor & La Fille Danse by eskimo]]></title><description><![CDATA[<p><object width='425' height='350'><param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/jNkpJ-HvBsg&feature=related'></param><embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/jNkpJ-HvBsg&feature=related' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Bonito titulo que solo procura evocar la epoca in & out del destape del burlesque. Boh?me es reiventarse, temblar y solo pensar en el I just want your kiss. Flores de hielo en tu cuarto, que sacaste del invierno polar compartiendo el sol esquimal.<br />Descubreme!!! Ya no hay noches, dias y diamantes rotos, y es que el problema no es hallarte, si no olvidarte, no es la ausencia, el problema, es que te espero, no es que mientas es que te creo.<br />El reloj de pared auncia las 17.10, y el cadaver del minuto que paso me dice que mi estrategia se arruino, ya son las 17.50, y la morgue del tiempo se burla de mis ganas de gritar. Y es que vivo porque algunos creen que es abrir los ojos, vivo aunque me muera a diario, cada minuto me mata a diario sin valer la pena.<br />Firsts impressions of my second day...this is M..20...D<br /><br />Keep looking through the window pane just trying to see through the pouring rain it?s hearing your name, hearing your name I never really felt quite the same, since I?ve lost what I had to gain. No one to blame, no one to blame, seems to me, can?t turn back the hands of time. I can't take my mind off of you, my mind 'til I find somebody new. It's just another story caught up in another photograph I found. <br /></p>]]></description><link><![CDATA[http://www.mystrands.com/member/eskimo/journal/8694]]></link><pubDate>2008-06-10 08:34:53.055153</pubDate>
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