<?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-8126877028137664215</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:29:34.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>החיים הטובים (באמת)</title><subtitle type='html'>מקווה שבע"ה אכתוב רק עם עט ורוד</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-1573799627012220677</id><published>2009-11-13T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T02:56:42.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ציור ילדות</title><content type='html'>ציור ילדות&lt;br /&gt;אתה ואני&lt;br /&gt;במרפסת יושבים&lt;br /&gt;מדברים וצוחקים&lt;br /&gt;חולמים ומדמיינים&lt;br /&gt;את המשפחה שנקים&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ליצחק שלי, המשך יבוא בעז"ה :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-1573799627012220677?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/1573799627012220677/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=1573799627012220677' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/1573799627012220677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/1573799627012220677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='ציור ילדות'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-4277821640864321277</id><published>2009-08-01T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:57:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ירח מלא</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzebiZfnht8/SnSsuD3TzRI/AAAAAAAABqc/v55v7fc9x2k/s1600-h/fiji_full_moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365102963416354066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzebiZfnht8/SnSsuD3TzRI/AAAAAAAABqc/v55v7fc9x2k/s320/fiji_full_moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ynet.co.il/PicServer2/20122005/905430/YE0291489_wa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;עזבת...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;בשמים ירח מלא&lt;br /&gt;בארץ לבי חסר&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;אין דרך להתמלא&lt;br /&gt;וגופי ממאן להשתחרר&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;עברו שלושה חודשים&lt;br /&gt;תוהה לשלומך בערבים&lt;br /&gt;אני עדיין לבדי&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;רוצה שתשוב לצדי&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;הלבנה ממשיכה להתחלף&lt;br /&gt;אני מתחילה להתעייף&lt;br /&gt;חדש אין בקרבי&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;השכחה מנכרת בי&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ירח מלא נוסף הגיע&lt;br /&gt;מה שלא העזתי לחלום&lt;br /&gt;התגשם&lt;br /&gt;ואני ברקיע &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ב"ה חזרת... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-4277821640864321277?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/4277821640864321277/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=4277821640864321277' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/4277821640864321277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/4277821640864321277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='ירח מלא'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NzebiZfnht8/SnSsuD3TzRI/AAAAAAAABqc/v55v7fc9x2k/s72-c/fiji_full_moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-5562113820843249694</id><published>2008-06-08T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:32:02.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>כשאני רואה</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;כשאני רואה אותך,&lt;br /&gt;אני רואה&lt;br /&gt;נוודים שחצו ימים.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;כשאני רואה אותך,&lt;br /&gt;אני רואה&lt;br /&gt;שני כוכבים שנפגשים.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;כשאני רואה אותך,&lt;br /&gt;אני רואה&lt;br /&gt;עננים שמתפזרים.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;כשאני רואה אותך,&lt;br /&gt;אני רואה&lt;br /&gt;לבבות מתאחדים.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;כשאני רואה אותך,&lt;br /&gt;אני רואה&lt;br /&gt;דברים שמסתדרים.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;כשאני רואה אותך&lt;br /&gt;אני רוצה&lt;br /&gt;תשאר- לתמיד.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-5562113820843249694?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/5562113820843249694/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=5562113820843249694' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/5562113820843249694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/5562113820843249694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='כשאני רואה'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-3706328034104345768</id><published>2008-05-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:34:38.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>מחכה לזמן</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="rtl" align="right"&gt;מחכה לרגע&lt;br /&gt;שאחל לכתוב שירים&lt;br /&gt;עם עט ורוד&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;מחכה לדקה&lt;br /&gt;שבה ארצה&lt;br /&gt;שלא תעזוב&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;מחכה לשעה&lt;br /&gt;שבה אשיר&lt;br /&gt;שירים עם סוף טוב&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;מחכה ליום&lt;br /&gt;שאומר "אני אוהבת אותך"&lt;br /&gt;בלי סוף&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;מחכה לשבוע&lt;br /&gt;שבו נדבר&lt;br /&gt;מבלי לחדול&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;פשוט מחכה ומחכה...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-3706328034104345768?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/3706328034104345768/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=3706328034104345768' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/3706328034104345768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/3706328034104345768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_9361.html' title='מחכה לזמן'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-3709510868005892170</id><published>2008-05-06T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:31:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will- the noun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Will I ever see you smile&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever visit your place&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever meet your friends&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever trust me&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever tell me your secrets&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever tell me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever laugh&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever argue&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever have this non ending conversation&lt;br /&gt;Will we ever be “we”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever find you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I believe I will, and you? My dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-3709510868005892170?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/3709510868005892170/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=3709510868005892170' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/3709510868005892170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/3709510868005892170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-noun.html' title='Will- the noun'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8126877028137664215.post-6281254932598148280</id><published>2007-02-21T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T07:29:06.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nice Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The (Real?) Good Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, once I have been there" I answered seriously. "Really?", She laughed a bit. "'I will tell you about it someday", I said. "Why don't you tell me now?" she asked in a very hopeful tone. Therefore, I started telling.&lt;br /&gt;"Between two ancient trees that seemed to be one, there was a very small entrance. I have decided to check what I can find beyond them. With a little effort, I succeeded to get into there. There, I found a very clean, quiet, developed but not very big city. The first place I saw was the grocery store, so I got into there. I saw very kind and nice people. Their children didn't make any noise and were very polite. Immediately I thought I should remain here although I like the place where I live. The night passed in the motel that was just like a hotel, and when I woke up, the city was amazingly beautiful; outside the flowers bloomed, and it seemed like they have more colors than the rainbow has; I could even hear the sound of the river during the early morning. I didn't see one small piece of trash, and the city was clean like their owners. On the next day, I went to a beautiful park near the river; there I found parents and children that are having a very relaxing time. The usual screaming and yelling were replaced by birds' sounds. I decided to talk to some of them in order to check what they think about their city. All of them without exception said that they like living there, and they are pleased with everything they have. When I asked where is the police station, they answered that they don't need a police; they said that everyone here knows what is allowed and what isn't. No one complained about anything. At that point, I believed that it's the perfect place on earth. It seemed like the vice didn't find this remarkable place, only the purity did. I felt that finally I found a place with a sense."&lt;br /&gt;"So, why are you here?" she asked and couldn't wait to hear his answer; she was terribly interested in what went wrong. "Ah, I laughed, a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; essential thing was missing…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8126877028137664215-6281254932598148280?l=warmtale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/feeds/6281254932598148280/comments/default' title='תגובות לפרסום'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8126877028137664215&amp;postID=6281254932598148280' title='0 תגובות'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/6281254932598148280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8126877028137664215/posts/default/6281254932598148280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmtale.blogspot.com/2007/02/nice-story.html' title='A Nice Story'/><author><name>בע"ה</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12040992122174322004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
