<?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-7915223886565471328</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:09:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coradoba</title><subtitle type='html'>a new long journey of words ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-9002437075777250035</id><published>2007-10-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:28:02.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think About You</title><content type='html'>I think about you&lt;br /&gt;When days come dark like this&lt;br /&gt;Corners of shadows flickering&lt;br /&gt;Inside a dark dim way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing of nothing everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I can not feel its mood&lt;br /&gt;In its vanguard ways twisted&lt;br /&gt;Until my dreams come once more in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is nearly forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Of everything it once had&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps to the hills faraway&lt;br /&gt;Never again in reality to be heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely like an empty wall&lt;br /&gt;Without pictures to decorate&lt;br /&gt;Only white painting of clear thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Not to be given any other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gray blue window&lt;br /&gt;Has its curtains covered for nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;Only raindrops falling in echoes&lt;br /&gt;Outside peaceful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away my thoughts wander&lt;br /&gt;Into its forgotten place of gone times&lt;br /&gt;When raindrops were fresh on my face&lt;br /&gt;And not bitter at all like today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you&lt;br /&gt;But you are not here with me&lt;br /&gt;We have drifted too far away and against&lt;br /&gt;Each other like cold delicate nimbuses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-9002437075777250035?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/9002437075777250035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=9002437075777250035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/9002437075777250035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/9002437075777250035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-about-you.html' title='I Think About You'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-7971649779499666643</id><published>2007-10-26T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T06:20:57.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Found and Lost</title><content type='html'>Days found and lost&lt;br /&gt;Into the bursting life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment’s waves passing&lt;br /&gt;Dark or light ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to be lost&lt;br /&gt;From multiplying reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over to there from here&lt;br /&gt;Circling through and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays coming lost&lt;br /&gt;With its turning impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside to blear&lt;br /&gt;Lucking the keys unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun and the moon showing&lt;br /&gt;From the clouds afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diluting moments through&lt;br /&gt;Never restoring again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High and low occasions&lt;br /&gt;Waves to doubtful shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams some oceans away&lt;br /&gt;Tangles in lives highways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some paths barely seen&lt;br /&gt;With threads of the passing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stained glass multiplied tincture&lt;br /&gt;Encircling new forms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-7971649779499666643?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/7971649779499666643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=7971649779499666643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/7971649779499666643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/7971649779499666643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-found-and-lost.html' title='Days Found and Lost'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-5251071061280140956</id><published>2007-10-20T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:37:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside This Dream</title><content type='html'>Inside this dream&lt;br /&gt;There are flower cast going&lt;br /&gt;Downward coldness stream&lt;br /&gt;Icy crystals flowing&lt;br /&gt;You could give me your beam&lt;br /&gt;In a blue between glow&lt;br /&gt;Where the dark shadows seem&lt;br /&gt;Always on the go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside your brain turn&lt;br /&gt;There is reasons outset&lt;br /&gt;As the clouds in evening burn&lt;br /&gt;And more reddish they get&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you still&lt;br /&gt;With my beat going on&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and thoughts to spill&lt;br /&gt;Till they are all gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside nights that wake&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I am a sleep&lt;br /&gt;In new purposes to take&lt;br /&gt;And old ways to keep&lt;br /&gt;I have given this my love song&lt;br /&gt;To the dreams of much dim&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I’ll long&lt;br /&gt;And outside reasons skim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-5251071061280140956?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/5251071061280140956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=5251071061280140956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/5251071061280140956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/5251071061280140956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/inside-this-dream.html' title='Inside This Dream'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-3627020672030876120</id><published>2007-10-20T21:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:13:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In October</title><content type='html'>In October&lt;br /&gt;Sweet love was in&lt;br /&gt;With the moon in blue&lt;br /&gt;And turning shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My window&lt;br /&gt;Kept the cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Of nearly frost earth&lt;br /&gt;And shivering leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds have flown&lt;br /&gt;To somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And the bare branches &lt;br /&gt;Are longing for next spring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-3627020672030876120?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3627020672030876120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=3627020672030876120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3627020672030876120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3627020672030876120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-october.html' title='In October'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-4875454616883672064</id><published>2007-10-20T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:50:04.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evening Is Coming</title><content type='html'>The evening is coming&lt;br /&gt;Like rain clouded drift&lt;br /&gt;Drooping over the trees&lt;br /&gt;Lonely hour’s dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Of the feelings inside&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere perhaps&lt;br /&gt;With untried leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wandered away&lt;br /&gt;Through crystal clear stillness&lt;br /&gt;Over thoughts that come&lt;br /&gt;Through these moments&lt;br /&gt;That comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness going by&lt;br /&gt;With my heart faraway&lt;br /&gt;Ripping waves like water&lt;br /&gt;Every twinge inside there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted hours of dark&lt;br /&gt;In the shadows that pass&lt;br /&gt;With life going on&lt;br /&gt;In the corner &lt;br /&gt;Of unturned pages&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-4875454616883672064?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4875454616883672064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=4875454616883672064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/4875454616883672064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/4875454616883672064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/evening-is-coming.html' title='The Evening Is Coming'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-178116821426696126</id><published>2007-10-06T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T08:34:37.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Love Songs</title><content type='html'>A flower in my heart&lt;br /&gt;because spring is not here&lt;br /&gt;a love song of earth&lt;br /&gt;is inside growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of footsteps gone&lt;br /&gt;unfolding from the past&lt;br /&gt;through daydreams coming&lt;br /&gt;with the hours away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love song to you&lt;br /&gt;to the night stars above&lt;br /&gt;in a winter gray and dark&lt;br /&gt;and new feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poems of secrets on&lt;br /&gt;in to the heart of dreams&lt;br /&gt;like a river of old innocence&lt;br /&gt;nested in our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional breeze of leaves&lt;br /&gt;from the garden dark chill&lt;br /&gt;sleeping blossoms of past&lt;br /&gt;inside our roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books that we remembered&lt;br /&gt;from love songs fading&lt;br /&gt;like days of old September&lt;br /&gt;in to the dawn tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-178116821426696126?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/178116821426696126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=178116821426696126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/178116821426696126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/178116821426696126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/10/old-love-songs.html' title='Old Love Songs'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-4945536855330275301</id><published>2007-03-17T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:17:23.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside These Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>Shall I look for heart?&lt;br /&gt;Outside these broken wings&lt;br /&gt;Where will the singer start?&lt;br /&gt;Tuning his tender strings&lt;br /&gt;If not inside the window&lt;br /&gt;Of the pureness to be&lt;br /&gt;That falls around like glow&lt;br /&gt;For anyone in love to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your feelings outside&lt;br /&gt;Where the dust will settle down&lt;br /&gt;Flickering fires will abide&lt;br /&gt;From seeds of feeling sown&lt;br /&gt;Wings fly across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Finding not always the way&lt;br /&gt;Some of love’s fires die&lt;br /&gt;In the rising of cold day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune though your strings well&lt;br /&gt;Singer of timeless songs&lt;br /&gt;Emotions can never foretell&lt;br /&gt;Where the inside belongs&lt;br /&gt;Reasonable ways are there none&lt;br /&gt;Only feelings and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Catch the waves one by one&lt;br /&gt;Some is different than seems&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-4945536855330275301?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/4945536855330275301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=4945536855330275301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/4945536855330275301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/4945536855330275301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/03/outside-these-broken-wings.html' title='Outside These Broken Wings'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-3260356047410075567</id><published>2007-03-17T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:11:02.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Every Flower</title><content type='html'>Bring every flower&lt;br /&gt;To the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much darkness&lt;br /&gt;To know&lt;br /&gt;Like traveling night&lt;br /&gt;With the stars&lt;br /&gt;From the window&lt;br /&gt;Of glassy ice snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a love to know&lt;br /&gt;Let every existence&lt;br /&gt;In time become real&lt;br /&gt;Losing not its footsteps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is in its distance&lt;br /&gt;Flowing along&lt;br /&gt;To be found&lt;br /&gt;One by one&lt;br /&gt;Like the day&lt;br /&gt;That rises from its dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the seeds&lt;br /&gt;That flow in the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Finding each way&lt;br /&gt;To earth&lt;br /&gt;Making the soil&lt;br /&gt;Full of grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who wait&lt;br /&gt;Shall never find&lt;br /&gt;Destiny wind&lt;br /&gt;Those that go&lt;br /&gt;Are gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware&lt;br /&gt;Of the withering dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-3260356047410075567?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3260356047410075567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=3260356047410075567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3260356047410075567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3260356047410075567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/03/bring-every-flower.html' title='Bring Every Flower'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-3245101200402150044</id><published>2007-03-17T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T07:01:41.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Some Future</title><content type='html'>Give some future inside tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;All is drifting in its breeze&lt;br /&gt;Flowering seeds there to borrow&lt;br /&gt;Love is disguise to what you see&lt;br /&gt;The rainy clouds come and go&lt;br /&gt;Everything is quite steady on&lt;br /&gt;You must just feel what you know&lt;br /&gt;Rise to the billows or be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past to future will carry destiny&lt;br /&gt;Nothing we can do about or break&lt;br /&gt;Love songs into open for you and me&lt;br /&gt;Who is the judge to what it takes&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong may be in your book&lt;br /&gt;Wedging on the things that you know&lt;br /&gt;But who really knows where to look&lt;br /&gt;When footsteps divide them and grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything's just right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Something’s so much in there between&lt;br /&gt;Just like there is some beautiful song&lt;br /&gt;Others are still dwelling to be seen&lt;br /&gt;You and I have hope for so much&lt;br /&gt;Bringing forward the coming day&lt;br /&gt;Hanging it lose getting out of touch&lt;br /&gt;Life is not brightness or its grey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-3245101200402150044?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/3245101200402150044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=3245101200402150044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3245101200402150044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/3245101200402150044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/03/give-some-future.html' title='Give Some Future'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-8005037392206910899</id><published>2007-02-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:46:31.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Can't Walk Away</title><content type='html'>Give me your heart again&lt;br /&gt;I can't have any doubt&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere my pain and den&lt;br /&gt;Fading to nowhere out&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine like love inside&lt;br /&gt;This and that’s now calling&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the deep there hide&lt;br /&gt;All of my love is falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to move on&lt;br /&gt;Always just searching more&lt;br /&gt;All of good days are gone&lt;br /&gt;What will tomorrow store&lt;br /&gt;The way that you moved me&lt;br /&gt;Something I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Love is so much eternally&lt;br /&gt;Nothing shall come instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures set in my mind&lt;br /&gt;And sleeping inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Now they are left behind&lt;br /&gt;Coming around to new start&lt;br /&gt;Smiles that we had so strong&lt;br /&gt;Feelings we felt yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Entirely now moving along&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-8005037392206910899?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/8005037392206910899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=8005037392206910899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/8005037392206910899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/8005037392206910899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-cant-walk-away.html' title='I Just Can&apos;t Walk Away'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-774950311701014189</id><published>2007-02-13T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:03:30.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You I Sing</title><content type='html'>To you I sing&lt;br /&gt;My song in words&lt;br /&gt;A playful feeling&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind in trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought that is with a single breeze&lt;br /&gt;A seed to catch and hold&lt;br /&gt;The perfumed garden&lt;br /&gt;Inside to be the flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each road ahead&lt;br /&gt;My dreams filled with air&lt;br /&gt;A long way inside the circle&lt;br /&gt;Of each romantic secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you might say&lt;br /&gt;To my ear in a playful whisper&lt;br /&gt;All colors warped inside of this&lt;br /&gt;To come and be closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls of walls&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding each garden&lt;br /&gt;With fanciful gates and secrets&lt;br /&gt;That only lover know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that come and warp the heart&lt;br /&gt;With innocence and something more&lt;br /&gt;About the songs we both will become&lt;br /&gt;When dark and chill are faraway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-774950311701014189?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/774950311701014189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=774950311701014189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/774950311701014189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/774950311701014189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-you-i-sing.html' title='To You I Sing'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7915223886565471328.post-1667787583030456262</id><published>2007-02-13T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T11:02:04.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever Comes</title><content type='html'>Day comes easy&lt;br /&gt;From dark turning&lt;br /&gt;Over into the flesh&lt;br /&gt;Mustering the grass&lt;br /&gt;Flickering dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night from sleep to wake&lt;br /&gt;Captive moments of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Coming with new thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling the daydreams on&lt;br /&gt;Until a steady beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the night’s darkish flesh&lt;br /&gt;Only the hour that comes&lt;br /&gt;To turn the heart&lt;br /&gt;Into its self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it closer to me&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;The shivering past gone&lt;br /&gt;Into a winter’s dream&lt;br /&gt;Of early twilight’s shine&lt;br /&gt;Each one that shall be&lt;br /&gt;The moments that come and be&lt;br /&gt;Aloud and in silent thought&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Breezing nippy free&lt;br /&gt;Not too late not too soon&lt;br /&gt;The early hours to start&lt;br /&gt;Before they disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the night’s darkish flesh&lt;br /&gt;Only the hour that comes&lt;br /&gt;To turn the heart&lt;br /&gt;Into its self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;The petals of life’s leaves&lt;br /&gt;The grass of time and thought&lt;br /&gt;Each day and night that goes&lt;br /&gt;Into its very own&lt;br /&gt;All chained together memories&lt;br /&gt;That rise with you to stay&lt;br /&gt;And bring the weaned out love&lt;br /&gt;Of all remembrances&lt;br /&gt;Quite wonderful tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Ahead of dreams unborn&lt;br /&gt;The blossoms to the flesh&lt;br /&gt;And seeds of unknown days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a way of never returns&lt;br /&gt;That come and goes so easily&lt;br /&gt;And bring in bright and dark&lt;br /&gt;The crowded minutes passing&lt;br /&gt;To leave you all alone&lt;br /&gt;Into the next of nothing yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the night’s darkish flesh&lt;br /&gt;Only the hour that comes&lt;br /&gt;To turn the heart&lt;br /&gt;Into its self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7915223886565471328-1667787583030456262?l=coradoba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/feeds/1667787583030456262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7915223886565471328&amp;postID=1667787583030456262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/1667787583030456262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7915223886565471328/posts/default/1667787583030456262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coradoba.blogspot.com/2007/02/whatever-comes.html' title='Whatever Comes'/><author><name>Peter S. 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