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	<description>Where the true meanings are hiding</description>
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		<title>crazy, foolish, &#8230; Love.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2012 00:38:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am watching the cheesiest program on TV that could ever exist. It is the eve of the Valentine&#8217;s day and some genius producer has decided to suffocate us for two hours with the most horrible love songs ever made. The songs are intermitted by the philosophical inputs from a bunch of TV celebrities. &#8220;If you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A day like any other</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 23:42:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He asks me whether I was born in France or in Iran. &#8220;Iran&#8221;, I reply dreading what is coming afterwards. Then, he adds: &#8220;In Tehran?&#8221;. I confirm. He smiles, proud to have guessed correctly, not knowing that he had  a chance of 1 in 7 to be correct. I wonder what kind of a city [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Those Portuguese eyes</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jan 2012 00:19:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s around midnight. I get into the metro and take a seat. I am so tired that I lean my head on the wall and close my eyes. I have about ten minutes to go. I can feel my veins pulsing in my boots. My feet are tired, I can&#8217;t wait to be in my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Santa, bring me a bike</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 18:09:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Each year there is one Christmas card that stands out from the other cards on my desk. It is the one sent by my English friend. Every year along with her greeting card, she includes a one-page summary of the highlights of her life during the past year: &#8220;I got married, our baby is now [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Night thoughts</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2011 02:31:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s hopeless. Once again there is no way I can fall asleep. I turn in my bed and look at the clock. It is 2:00 am. I decide to get up and do something. There is no use in staying in bed. I make myself a camomile tea. Camomile is supposed to sooth and help [...]]]></description>
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		<title>8760 hours</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 13:19:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Time looses its meaning when you repeat the exact same things in a one year interval, and it seems like yesterday. It&#8217;s again mid-December and I have to go to the east of France to meet the &#8220;big boss&#8221;, the same person as last year. It seems that he only has time for me once [...]]]></description>
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		<title>She was hiding all this time &#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 00:40:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>clarinette</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I knew something was wrong when I started to go to sleep around midnight with no effort. It was too good to be true. Since my teenage years, I have been struggling with insomnia. It is as if every night I need to sort my whole problems, and the problems of others, once I go [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The lion and the giraffe</title>
		<link>http://clarinetteblog.net/2011/10/the-lion-and-the-giraffe/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 21:32:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>clarinette</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Is there a coincidence between Halloween and my past coming back to haunt me? Probably. Few days back I received a message on facebook, from a person I knew in another life: &#8220;I am in Paris, would like to meet you &#8230; if you feel like it&#8221;, it read. At times like this I wish [...]]]></description>
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		<title>and my new disease is &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://clarinetteblog.net/2011/10/and-my-new-disease-is/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 20:18:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>clarinette</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s curious how silent I was for three months and now suddenly I can not stop writing. There must be a name for such a behavior. Perhaps maniac-depressive? I wish in parallel to this obsession, I could play music and evacuate some of my suffocating emotions. They say Virgos need such things, since they are [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A new visitor on my wall</title>
		<link>http://clarinetteblog.net/2011/10/a-new-visitor-on-my-wall/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:34:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>clarinette</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[At my workplace I have a two by one area which belongs to me. Since I am the most senior citizen in this shared office, I allow myself to spread a bit more. My desk and a large periphery around it has become my camping area. I have accumulated so much junk in my office [...]]]></description>
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