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        <title><![CDATA[What's inside my head]]></title>
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        <description><![CDATA[Pour mon blog, il n'y aura pas de description.. puisque rien n'est pr&eacute;vu, rien n'est fig&eacute;. La description va de soi avec l'&eacute;criture, mais encore mieux avec la lecture.]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[En attendant]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 22:22:11 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[En attendant la mort, je vis. En attendant la vie, j'écris.En attendant l'inspiration, je vis. Je ne puis attendre tout court.La vie me parait parfois un peu trop lente pour mes rêves et mes pensées.La vie me parait un rêve, insaisissable, tellement elle... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Qu'est-ce que l'appartenance sinon un sentiment]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2010 17:30:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Qu'est-ce que l'appartenance sinon un sentiment de rattachement a la vie, un encouragement à la survie?Qu'est-ce que ta vie en elle-même, détachée de toute appartenance?Comment te peux-tu t'identifier?On choisit notre groupe, non seulement parce qu'il... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Je l'ai demande un jour, de tout mon coeur, de te]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 21:33:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Je l'ai demande un jour, de tout mon coeur, de te voir encore une fois. J'ai demande l'impossible a Dieu. J'ai fait preuve de manque de foi. J'etais l'oppose de Jacob. Mais j'y pense maintenant. Je t'ai vu, quand j'ai demande de te voir. Et pourquoi pleurais-je... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Croire. Etre sure. De soi. Des autres. Des]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2010/01/21/16614017.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 23:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Croire. Etre sure. De soi. Des autres. Des principes. De la vie. De la mort. Croire pour defendre. Defendre pour croire. Comme avant. A jamais. Mais, l'innocence, perdue a jamais. Recherche vaine. Disparu. Effacee. Effondre. Les batiments s'ecroulent,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[I held the two bags of garbage and headed towards]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 13:42:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I held the two bags of garbage and headed towards the gates.Walking the dark silent alley surrounded by enormous trees,I felt I was not alone. But I was not afraid.I didn't stop, I didn't even look around.I was enjoying this magical company...Holding... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Pour avoir le courage]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 01:26:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Que faudra-t-il faire, pour avoir le courage, de suivre son rêve, de se donner entièrement à l'incertitude dissimulée sous l'espoir et les promesses?Combien faudra-t-il attendre pour avoir le courage de quitter la chaleur de la maison, porter son cache-nez... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Illness is good]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 20:17:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Being ill gave me for once the chance to be alone. Not that I haven't been alone lately... but illness' loneliness is so much more meaningful. It gives loneliness its true meaning. All becomes in slow motion: your walk, your moves, your decisions, and... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Why God, why?]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 11:00:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Why do you give us knowledge and wisdom then ask us to be blind in order to see you, to only have faith in you? Why do you give us consciousness and righteousness and ask us to be fair and just, to even make sacrifices, when around us all are greedy,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Homo sapiens]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:30:45 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Homo sapiens. L'homme qui sait. L'homme qui a honte. De ne pas savoir. L'homme qui recherche. Le paradis perdu. L'homme perdu. Savoir que l'on ne sait pas. Rechercher ce que l'on a perdu. Sans même savoir quoi. Prétendre que l'on sait. Prétendre que l'on... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Defiance]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 14:22:08 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[On a dark night, I will look myself in the mirror: “All is dark and calm around me; the perfect moment. The perfect silence, concealing the rage of my inner revolution. I am a bandit for just that night. Defying. Reclaiming. A bandit for one night, an... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[What's a perfect world?]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 12:53:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[A perfect world is one in which everyone is equal, free, no pressure involved. That would be the evident answer.But no, not really.That's not a perfect world. That's not the perfect vision of what we want of this world or to this world.I believe that... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Evolution... Believe in it!]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2009 14:00:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Evolution.All believers... you, above all others, should accept it, embrace it, believe it, believe in it.Some might think that believing in evolution keeps us away from God.Ironically, if it wasn't for evolution, we wouldn't have known God...Evolution... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Watch where you're walking, etc...]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/04/30/13566357.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 15:22:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[While other kids might be irritated by the endless annoying lessons, I, as a kid, took some very seriously.While others, I admit, never even considered following.One of the most precious lessons given to me was "Watch where you're walking".It's true.... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Mon cher été]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/04/20/13448022.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 10:21:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Mon cher Eté,Tu m'attends toujours, je le sais. Là-bas, près du bonheur, sur la colline, tu m'attends.Inlassablement, tu attends la fille que j'étais.Et je suis presque prête, mon cher été.Je n'ai plus qu’à mettre mes sandales et mon béret.J'y arriverai,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Your world's words]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/03/28/13173267.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 18:42:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[WI have my words. I have my world.Words are not of another world; they emerge from my world.Otherwise, they'd be just another lie, another trick. Sometimes words seem to represent an illusion, shapes colors absurdity,but they are in fact revealing the... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Goodbye]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/03/22/13079947.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2009 10:03:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It doesn't matter where I go nor how long I stay, as long as there's someone home to say goodbye to.A kiss, a hug, a smile, two words "allah ma3ik"... and I am ready to face the world, for this ship is not leaving the port: she's taking the warmth and... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Happiness is when you're here]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 14:34:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[What's happiness?Happiness is immortality.Happiness is beyond a feeling, it is beyond a moment, it is a reunion.Its memory lives on forever. Even when I remember our reunion with a tear, I live happiness again.And my tears are not of unhappiness, but... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Alone]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/01/31/12305174.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jan 2009 20:31:57 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Like a sleepwalker, I walk. Hold me by the hand, and guide me, anywhere, everywhere, for I will follow you, anywhere, everywhere. Just don't leave me alone. Like I once felt, alone. And I couldn't open up, I couldn't open any of the doors that lied in... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Israël: Un projet de métastase]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2009/01/09/12024197.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 12:51:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[ILe problème israélien a été abordé par plusieurs points de vue: historique, politique, financier et surtout humanitaire... mais en vain. Essayons donc de l'aborder d'un point de vue purement objectif et scientifique: d'un point de vue médical.Israël... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[I will not write]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2008/12/31/11918248.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 13:53:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I will not write about you, because you are still hereI will not say I miss you, because you are still nearI will not wave goodbye, because you never left.I will not write about you,and here I am, not writing about you.I will not write about you,and here... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[The Truth]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2008/12/13/11739101.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 22:21:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[More and more, we are surrounded by an artificial world.Some people would even find it awkward to live within nature.That is because humans are getting farther and farther away from their inner harmony, from their inner nature.They are afraid, afraid... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Today]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2008/08/03/10145420.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 16:51:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Today a part of me dies. Today I cry. Today I let it all out.Today I am down again. Today I feel my hear fall again. Today I hear it break.Today I am empty.Today I watch my sand castle disappear with an ocean stroke.Today I look at the horizon and implore"Make... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Stop]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2008/07/31/10097326.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:19:24 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Fake acts create perverted acts. Fake smiles create tears. Fake thoughts create holes. Fake words create inexistence. ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Love is religious. Religion is loving.]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://floatingblog.canalblog.com/archives/2008/07/27/10050624.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 10:57:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Never alone. You are never alone, when you're in love. I was walking in a crowd full of strangers, trying to find a shelter, a warm familiar look to enlighten me, I was cold, till you held my hand and brought warm to my heart.. a touch of your hand made... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Joelle Barakat]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[The oldest]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 10:55:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I am the oldest of all, I am the oldest.my memories are the furthest, my memories are the strongest,my memories are the most evasive, I am the oldest. with no dreams ahead, I only look behind,and my past becomes my dreams. I have the most impossible dreams... ]]></description>
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