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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>PANKUNG</title><link>http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://pankung.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/posts/"/><description></description><language>en-EU</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>PANKUNG</title><link>http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/37/c6d1a45ffcbd009af8b4623a93289b_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>Angkana Peamsin</title><link>http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:pankung.blog.co.uk,2007-08-28:/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 06:09:11 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt; I LOVE YOU&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you.&lt;br&gt;
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.&lt;br&gt;
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.&lt;br&gt;
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The snow unfurls in dancing figures.&lt;br&gt;
A silver gull slips down from the west.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Oh the black cross of a ship.&lt;br&gt;
Alone.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.&lt;br&gt;
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.&lt;br&gt;
This is a port.&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you.&lt;br&gt;
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.&lt;br&gt;
I love you still among these cold things.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels&lt;br&gt;
that cross the sea towards no arrival.&lt;br&gt;
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.&lt;br&gt;
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.&lt;br&gt;
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.&lt;br&gt;
I love what I do not have. You are so far.&lt;br&gt;
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.&lt;br&gt;
But night comes and starts to sing to me.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The moon turns its clockwork dream.&lt;br&gt;
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.&lt;br&gt;
And as I love you, the pines in the wind&lt;br&gt;
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</description><comments>http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881793/#comments</comments></item><item><title>Angkana Peamsin</title><link>http://PANKUNG.blog.co.uk/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881754/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:pankung.blog.co.uk,2007-08-28:/2007/08/28/angkana_peamsin~2881754/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 05:50:58 +0200</pubDate><description>	&lt;p&gt;Hello:&lt;br&gt;
Myname : Angkana Peamsin&lt;br&gt;
Nickname : Bow&lt;br&gt;
Number : 50135-0041&lt;br&gt;
My Birthday : Friday 16 September 2531&lt;br&gt;
My Favourite: Pankung &amp; James&lt;br&gt;
My Hobby : I like sing a song &amp; I like listen to music&lt;/p&gt;
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