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		<title>Comment on Táctica y estrategia by tomachfive</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2008/06/30/tactica-y-estrategia/#comment-15</link>
		<dc:creator>tomachfive</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 08:47:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Me encanta esas palabras. Nunca nos sabemos totalmente el misterio de amando, por que quien que sepa otras cosas no pueda saber su alma mismo, y eso es amor, nuestra natura.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Me encanta esas palabras. Nunca nos sabemos totalmente el misterio de amando, por que quien que sepa otras cosas no pueda saber su alma mismo, y eso es amor, nuestra natura.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Honore de Balzac to Evelina Hanska by melancholyheart</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/honore-de-balzac-to-evelina-hanska/#comment-14</link>
		<dc:creator>melancholyheart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:50:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Gracias para la carta de amor!  
Es muy hermosa, de veras. 
¿Usted escribió esa carta?
¿Cómo usted encontró mi blog?

Saludos.

pd. Esta carta de amor llegó en mi cumpleaños.  :)  
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Gracias para la carta de amor!<br />
Es muy hermosa, de veras.<br />
¿Usted escribió esa carta?<br />
¿Cómo usted encontró mi blog?</p>
<p>Saludos.</p>
<p>pd. Esta carta de amor llegó en mi cumpleaños.  <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>Comment on Honore de Balzac to Evelina Hanska by hi</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/honore-de-balzac-to-evelina-hanska/#comment-13</link>
		<dc:creator>hi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 01:26:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Es una hermosa carta de amor!
Imaginas experimentar un sentimiento tan maravilloso!
Imaginas la felicidad de sentir asi y ser correspondido.
Un amor que traspase las barreras de la vida...
Un amor que trascienda y permita volverse a encontrar...
Un amor que te acompañe hasta la tumba.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Es una hermosa carta de amor!<br />
Imaginas experimentar un sentimiento tan maravilloso!<br />
Imaginas la felicidad de sentir asi y ser correspondido.<br />
Un amor que traspase las barreras de la vida&#8230;<br />
Un amor que trascienda y permita volverse a encontrar&#8230;<br />
Un amor que te acompañe hasta la tumba.</p>
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		<title>Comment on easier said&#8230; by Jh</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/easier-said/#comment-12</link>
		<dc:creator>Jh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 21:35:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Being able to shut down powerful emotions in an instant requires a huge amount of mental detatchment, to the extent that you are something other than your own emotions.

So if you can command your emotions like this, what are their purpose, and where do they come from?

Not only that, but if you are not your emotions, then who are you?

...from a friend (who&#039;s happy to be reading something online to stimulate the intellect written by another friend)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Being able to shut down powerful emotions in an instant requires a huge amount of mental detatchment, to the extent that you are something other than your own emotions.</p>
<p>So if you can command your emotions like this, what are their purpose, and where do they come from?</p>
<p>Not only that, but if you are not your emotions, then who are you?</p>
<p>&#8230;from a friend (who&#8217;s happy to be reading something online to stimulate the intellect written by another friend)</p>
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		<title>Comment on About by Anne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 06:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I really like the poetry and excerpts you&#039;ve chosen. &quot;The History of Love&quot; is my favorite contemporary novel - its beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I really like the poetry and excerpts you&#8217;ve chosen. &#8220;The History of Love&#8221; is my favorite contemporary novel &#8211; its beautiful.</p>
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		<title>Comment on About by bibomedia.com</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/about/#comment-10</link>
		<dc:creator>bibomedia.com</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 11:45:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:)</description>
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		<title>Comment on Li Po&#8217;s Beautiful Poem of 4 Lines by alamanach</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/li-pos-beautiful-poem-of-4-lines/#comment-9</link>
		<dc:creator>alamanach</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:14:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Not to know that my self exists
Of all my joys this is the highest</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not to know that my self exists<br />
Of all my joys this is the highest</p>
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		<title>Comment on Li Shang-yin&#8217;s Untitled Gems by alamanach</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/li-shang-yins-untitled-gems/#comment-8</link>
		<dc:creator>alamanach</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:08:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sun sets, the wind rises among the pines
Returning home, there is a little dew upon the grass
The reflection of the clouds falls into the tracks of my shoes
The blue of the mountains touches my clothes

That wasn&#039;t Li Shang-yin, that was P&#039;ei Ti, who was also of the T&#039;ang dynasty.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The sun sets, the wind rises among the pines<br />
Returning home, there is a little dew upon the grass<br />
The reflection of the clouds falls into the tracks of my shoes<br />
The blue of the mountains touches my clothes</p>
<p>That wasn&#8217;t Li Shang-yin, that was P&#8217;ei Ti, who was also of the T&#8217;ang dynasty.</p>
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		<title>Comment on let others write&#8230; by Aga</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/08/let-others-write/#comment-5</link>
		<dc:creator>Aga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 15:51:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wilde is one of my favourites:

&quot;Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.&quot;  - Oscar Wilde

The interpretations on &quot;means&quot; are endless. They can obviously be material means - but I like to think of it as one who lives an average life, who chooses the safe path and doesn&#039;t let any chance enter their lives. You and I refuse this. How is sculpting going?

Kocham cie zawsze,
Aga</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wilde is one of my favourites:</p>
<p>&#8220;Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.&#8221;  &#8211; Oscar Wilde</p>
<p>The interpretations on &#8220;means&#8221; are endless. They can obviously be material means &#8211; but I like to think of it as one who lives an average life, who chooses the safe path and doesn&#8217;t let any chance enter their lives. You and I refuse this. How is sculpting going?</p>
<p>Kocham cie zawsze,<br />
Aga</p>
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		<title>Comment on &#8220;All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy” &#8211; Robert Burton by melancholyheart</title>
		<link>http://melancholyheart.wordpress.com/2007/12/07/hello-world/#comment-4</link>
		<dc:creator>melancholyheart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 23:19:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>radicalhypocrite - interesting take.  

... and the quote you mention is by Percy Bysshe Shelley:- 

Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>radicalhypocrite &#8211; interesting take.  </p>
<p>&#8230; and the quote you mention is by Percy Bysshe Shelley:- </p>
<p>Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.</p>
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