<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/nicou65"><title>Nicouatwork - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/</link><description>Jack of all worlds! Here you will find short stories, poems,descriptive resumés of my narrative works covering adventures, children's books, fiction work but no kitchen sink.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/443252" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/442173" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/441461" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/433147" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432536" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432368" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432113" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430681" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430482" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/443252"><title>Completed symphony (1991)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/443252</link><description>His approach, Is like a lover mastering his libido, With a flick of his hand, he draws their attention, Then he dives into the arms of his musical god, Driving music lovers towards notes. Of a voluptuous musical aphrodisiac. Half notes, crotchets, flats and sharps Are accompanied by each...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/442173"><title>Ode to suicide.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/442173</link><description>Alone with my memories, I could still see bits of my unrealized dreams. Though my reason for being on this earth, Was to shake and scramble this bland world. All my efforts, completely annihilated, Were pilled up, mixed up, but never realized. I felt like my future was slipping in a lava of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/441461"><title>Sixties! Those were the days!!!</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/441461</link><description>All these heads filled with bitterness, All these bodies empty of senses, All this bitterness filled with candor, All these senses, a single glimmer, All this candor, redeeming youth, All this glimmer beaming with pride, I believed in it... like a fairy tale. Sit in! Love in! Begin the begin!...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/433147"><title>Is it possible?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/433147</link><description>Is it possible, with every beat of my heart, I can feel yours? Is it possible, that all my thoughts are about you? Is it possible, that I can see your profile in each and every cloud? Is it possible, that the lakes reflects and the sky projects that same profile? Often I've dreamed of green...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432536"><title>Sixty years already.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432536</link><description>Sixty years ago You sat by the window Caressing dreams for the life you carried When suddenly you showed me an opening With no apparent exits, but a long passageway That I silently followed Eyes closed, hands joined as in prayer To finally emerge in this world Clothed only in my innocence Forty...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432368"><title>Luck is not my middle name (conclusion)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432368</link><description>Our little man is about to embark on a journey of lust!!!!!! When he laid out his plan, the girl listened to his proposition without batting an eyelash. She immediately gave her " fee for a day". He found it quite excessive but had to accept since she wouldn't budge on the price. He would still...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432113"><title>Near Death of a Brother</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/432113</link><description>Head filled with bitterness, Body ravaged by sequels of excess, He cries, alone with his misery. Barely recognizing his loved ones. Yet! Thirty years or so ago, He had discovered marital bliss, Surrounded by his instant family. But with time and destiny his angels, One by one, disappeared from...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430681"><title>Tenderness at hand</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430681</link><description>The hand of the newborn groping to discover his universe. Those of the mother gently pampering her creation. Those of the father tenderly caressing his reason for being. The callous but so gentle hand of a grandmother who still revolts against injustice. The daring and imaginative hands of the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430482"><title>Luck is not my middle name.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/nicou65/430482</link><description>It wasn't so much that he couldn't attract girls, but his eagerness and unsatisfied needs, made him stare lustily. He kept glancing at his watch, while slowing his ingestive rhythm. This siren was worth his being late, even for a puny bank clerk.The normally disturbing tinkering of eating tools,...</description></item></rdf:RDF>