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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/</id><title>Clube Albufeira -Avoid Disappointment</title><link rel="self" href="http://clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>Ways to avoid disappointment when trying to reserve a holiday apartment on the very popular Clube Albufeira in the Algarve region of Portugal.</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-12T11:07:46+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk,2009-10-05:/2009/10/04/the-privately-owned-apartments-in-club-albufeira-7099905/#c11112603</id><title>In response to:The Privately Owned Apartments in Club Albufeira</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk/2009/10/04/the-privately-owned-apartments-in-club-albufeira-7099905/#c11112603"/><author><name>kabradiolastdance</name></author><published>2009-10-05T00:48:12+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:48:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">"Desert Rose"&lt;br&gt;
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I dream of rain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br&gt;
I wake in vain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I dream of fire&lt;br&gt;
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire&lt;br&gt;
And in the flames&lt;br&gt;
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
This desert rose&lt;br&gt;
Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br&gt;
This desert flower&lt;br&gt;
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
And as she turns&lt;br&gt;
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;br&gt;
This fire burns&lt;br&gt;
I realize that nothing's as it seems&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I dream of rain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br&gt;
I wake in vain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I dream of rain&lt;br&gt;
I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br&gt;
I close my eyes&lt;br&gt;
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I dream of rain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br&gt;
I wake in vain&lt;br&gt;
I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Sweet desert rose&lt;br&gt;
Each of her veils, a secret promise&lt;br&gt;
This desert flower&lt;br&gt;
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Sweet desert rose&lt;br&gt;
This memory of Eden haunts us all&lt;br&gt;
This desert flower&lt;br&gt;
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall</content></entry><entry><id>tag:clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk,2008-02-22:/2005/09/28/clube_albufeira_reservations_avoiding_di~205722/#c6121856</id><title>In response to:Clube Albufeira Reservations - Avoiding Disappointment</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://clubealbufeira.blog.co.uk/2005/09/28/clube_albufeira_reservations_avoiding_di~205722/#c6121856"/><author><name>tramadol online</name></author><published>2008-02-22T10:46:55+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:46:55+01:00</updated><content type="html">Advertising Comment Removed!</content></entry></feed>
