<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2026 01:07:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Alice Mc Duff´s Wonderland</title><description>Welcome to my Wonderland!&#xa;&#xa;&#xa;&#xa;All poems and tales copyright Alice Mc Duff (my crazy alter ego, propably:-)), except where indicated.</description><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-2918769813131825725</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2025 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-15T15:24:19.100+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Lover´s Discourse, Fragments I: Am I in Love?</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Am I in love? --yes, since I am waiting.&amp;nbsp;The other one never waits. 
Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn&#39;t wait; I try to 
busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. 
Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even 
ahead of time. The lover&#39;s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the 
one who waits.&quot;Roland BARTHES ~ A </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2025/07/a-lovers-discourse-fragments-i-am-i-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdcvOBe-hilEs4HT1xrA8xp7tO0xCyBKP-zaMuR7Da1uyht4_qGUO1v_Zp6mgtCAHHzrBkeJMGcy-DYGDdfb0d21HNcJ8Sx3m_N_FrxvEc75bi2PpnsL2PduR24ANb2lnSay6Xd9kJB7hDxsFS_FwEDzSdOTpsw7fc3_274oU2VEoe9EpAgRnJw/s72-w497-h536-c/WhatsApp%20Bild%202025-07-01%20um%2001.06.25_01c0b5e1-small.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-185301125793084867</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Feb 2025 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-02-12T01:32:07.536+01:00</atom:updated><title>Womanhood</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2025/02/womanhood.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoS9e-xoghEJE1xRBNtmgPtAeXrzCEcvUfKHN5KX5Oy7T3JatUQKoVo0folOTWv5rrrNRcrFOr3qoNcyD9twF-1ufIQCpGxCKqt3z-Oa3ezkgNTc4nbsPbHrRyqss7A_YBXwHGUAwl-h4mDIzO24dATtGww3eR26cOpSk6rVMTKCGr76-gePJLZw/s72-c/IMG_20250212_005139061_Mononoke.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-257971409667057217</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2019-03-15T11:40:55.181+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Slow Motion</title><atom:summary type="text">A slow
motion takes me along my way


A strong voice leads me to a wider place.

Deep
inside, a man of faith enwraps my soul
He´s not stumbling, he´s bold enough to drive the race.

A slow
motion shifted him onto my winding route, 
No more tilting at windmills calling out for me.

Deep down, feelings
are arising from the change
Firmly guiding me towards a giant sea.

Rough or
calm, we´re sailing </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2019/03/a-slow-motion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhHeXuntP7yfdIqyB2WW1rl1CtWAeapauWDUHLeGX4GPYuKVzf0yCDAIoKTlCb-YvEWokjfBSoacp8Om6oX6snAByEDEPXcTeI-ZNStl9DFaezGkD7B7eM9ZHDEVGTtoKpKbC4w/s72-c/Delta.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-3361122313311270392</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2018 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-28T09:00:24.284+01:00</atom:updated><title>Gimmie Shelter</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2018/07/gimmie-shelter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqVv-AKYi2a0iNQHkPpUFNN59NYL-N6aQsGeKOPo5FKMIp3ofQYNRyZ8NXt6V4thPnEr7jijEufYDRJcRxAW6IOG6S6D11x9IEJqL9hS2uo9ZBQRVk3t9qWn8Z7Zwr1fhQ4-lbbQ/s72-c/20180728_095739.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-3361889910754929584</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jun 2018 12:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T14:04:47.165+01:00</atom:updated><title>moving structures</title><atom:summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SesWRweA4fM&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2018/06/moving-structures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFX7NvEV5hU-Wf1Uxocwxu-v7Ne9bOKvheCCiZK1e7lqi3iA4rhNsvSoWwNMFwSdYL-P_zj5zvq_ZoW2RWf6f93MpOHukDRo3P7e4dM4dnXdNOZV4NzxhoK2NmyKzY1KDnN-MgA/s72-c/moving+structures.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-5274324588956377994</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2017 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T16:24:38.838+01:00</atom:updated><title>Red Moods II</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2017/08/red-moods-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Tj2A6kcldZ4S3Wi7lwlYCVYFwbAboqd90fQ5KbVMdF3XAq2jdLK7EztUM2AEtRvF1Av_A5FIOhzz_sEUfWHH-grBQonb2FwEzzRAGBEKote8goJxrmKS-AuiFO17yAtUX_8aJQ/s72-c/Red+moods+2.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-5542902927186755257</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2017 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T16:24:48.693+01:00</atom:updated><title>Turquoise Moods III</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2017/07/turquoise-moods-iii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT8hOQSjzSLBFr5D9r5H_liLXAlBH0lS7XIbT2HQMukAT8aOM3BCnnwIMI_tmrFjEjsLBDYJq6G6poGzGPGaqiKz-LOjqCcoWb8YiR2jM3Ox3D6kXED5Vj9QAjTFW2TI1dfX0ZNA/s72-c/20170713_172528.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-4931873526789620511</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2017 09:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T16:24:59.388+01:00</atom:updated><title>Red Moods I</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2017/07/turquoise-moods-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAHUt-jMXtwUMpPbJQJP7hM1AB1dm6zwGBo4aG3Z2-o7WnUwJJKr5HA8NRm-digIsnLhS1rBH47ZYr6FhEleHmnCNxQSlbu1yFrwvRB6NXLaFdqSLxQOxW8uszQHqSHdXOyMTQg/s72-c/Turquoise+Moods+II.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-6824516064666404621</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jun 2017 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T16:25:08.433+01:00</atom:updated><title>Turquoise Moods I</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2017/06/turquoise-moods.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJAxFFA6NP18O3OaU_aht0nzffgtlfkBeCX0r86pbJGOQ8Eij5C0tculyvtF-fYFEDA_A_3nUd0Z7tIn_qSqSAJCVssFXAXrPiQh3CYEJJDfvo77lJ6G-FwEK4zkgLtyzAWmTRA/s72-c/20170614_105948.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-7232140066815134483</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 22:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:31.603+01:00</atom:updated><title>Loreley, reloaded!</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

Well, my Mama told me&#39;Loreley, listen to me!

Don&#39;t you trust a seaman,

if you wanna stay free!&#39;



But on the seventh month,

On the seven day,&amp;nbsp;

On the seventh hour,

The seventh sailor swayed...



He swayed my waters,

Those deep blue streams,

He started sweet-talking to me,

Tried to capture my dreams.



&#39;Cause I&#39;m a woman,

Yeah, a hoochie coochie woman

And </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2017/05/loreley-reloaded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDQtkzssbwprgpmRdQnExQZDv12c2dImnsnxHMWzK5YoYCy9cHAIjpp-qAVEFSzOcoHjqOaMxsFmzPrABsz8xTq7NGZL26wydcPf64zqJgak_VqX2h_h8aD9f0vhyQzsbV3i0Pg/s72-c/20170528_000335.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-2860874504579633039</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2016 10:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T13:24:43.013+01:00</atom:updated><title>The One</title><atom:summary type="text">You were the one
The one I wasn´t ready for
You were the one
The one who shook me to the core.

A parc in spring
Wild parrots flying high
Did you see what I saw
When you pointed at the sky?

Blindfolded, you made me scream
With a cruel smile, you tore me upside down,
inside out, into the dark night of the soul...
You made me feel. I might have drowned.



I cut myself with your knife
Deep, deeper</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNA_-FEoo05fFJBQZWlEiY1sTrgqL3sRHnpNJpGqFDRJctd5yQlH4mFCuhnt1vlzNWSYyVwF3Q0JU6jESqo6BKOM9gsedI0WJQA3zruHN5JPt002S4gpBxRvfkmWVj052ZOiIQAw/s72-c/Too+deep.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-7822294536744718453</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2016 11:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T14:31:03.652+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hello. Recognise me?</title><atom:summary type="text">

Hello. Recognise me? No? Well, you see me all the time. You read my books, watch me on the big screen, feast on my art, cheer at my games, use my inventions, vote me into office, follow me into battle, take notes at my lectures, laugh at my jokes, marvel at my successes, admire my appearance, listen to my stories, discuss my politics, enjoy my music, excuse my faults, envy me my blessings. No? </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2016/05/hello-recognise-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtP1ai4XwK1VX9rcQXIyi-vh6q-2vboP6vKdtj3NzxcwLn-INPF0Fjk-PqU1mc8cDx00LtE0tufOuEIpOl_Jx-CGMDfRRXsg7CYB6IChZgdvGKSbrITHKag23xWlLt1hNbic5eJw/s72-c/dancing-with-devil.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-6676940779904856348</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2015 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T16:25:19.609+01:00</atom:updated><title>What We Need To Know</title><atom:summary type="text">

</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2015/07/what-we-need-to-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bJ6-I9Wo9MMLkWwB9lRLG_IJYYUhb_6dI6rvYSzFyJZlkrAf_HIBVdwze7ARnpyDBRviiQIfiZr-scp_7_NSsDtBWfgEYD4yl8g0mqLj4piWrZ4JIbTGEeh4bBukNvky0SCIQA/s72-c/learning.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-2077454494839552795</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T13:51:37.959+01:00</atom:updated><title>Gradiva</title><atom:summary type="text">
Liebe ist eine ernsthaft leichte Angelegenheit!

Nun ist es Herbst doch alles blüht
Bernsteinfarben Deine Augen
Du kannst nicht laufen doch Du fliegst
Durch den Verstand tief in mein Herz

Deine Hände sprechen leise Bände
die das Schicksal Dir verwehrt
Du spricht mit leichtem Sinn vom Leben
Deine Worte schwingen in mir nach 

Jetzt schweigst Du und doch: alles tanzt
Du lächelst und der Boden </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2011/09/gradiva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm7BbuVNh6TnROJ3L6kc5pyf8hywyXr8d2b1-PabYfJqV12Ony42NXLAzJ0kkiNNzpRLrf4SP9J72FukmJWXxDiEBnjOwZoc2-0qbyJTJtjiUQwproHUsMNUSXRiSHJhg1YON-cA/s72-c/Roland+Barthes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-1267428247504464440</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:28.728+01:00</atom:updated><title>WikiChess</title><atom:summary type="text">
Anderssen vs. Kieseritzky &quot;The Immortal Game&quot;</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2011/07/wikichess.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAzhPUhaQYnpdzafvERYBtl0TJRWkob2O1S-95wp6NcI8iWJpdcnlxNwpsJph-WHxMCmMMhxGXrtD3ksV9Dffh46FknbQeWKrS-O634TO964BegOcubRhmwnixW091AHwPzC_tw/s72-c/WiKiChess_by+%2540Bellefleur1971.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-7642709667876911839</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2010 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:31.998+01:00</atom:updated><title>Degrees of Seperation</title><atom:summary type="text">






















Photo: The Delta by ecstaticist on flickr.com



*********

`Did you know that you are acquainted with Barack Obama?´, Eric asked me.

Eric is a friend of mine. None of these`online friends´that you will pick up by the dozen to pimp up your MySpace account - no - a real friend, of flesh and blood, who doesn´t disappear but will meet and bear with me even on bad hair and bad</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2009/02/degrees-of-seperation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjk6VJS-0_n1rVuv9v0CfUS6gagNpcpvUQrpegppV1E5j0ryGQW4aGjB1EwONetrSF3X9KbknzbP-nSY4qbcxL_a1oyTEBft6GU_rlp-NowN7cdu5TgGHssCuh4jc3krQAN1vxA/s72-c/The+Delta+by+ecstaticist.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-8977931980019192634</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:32.678+01:00</atom:updated><title>So Far Away</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-far-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/eBI669Ac3cg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-6510299048790721410</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:31.155+01:00</atom:updated><title>Alice liest aus &quot;Die Liebe am Nachmittag&quot; von Ernó Szép</title><atom:summary type="text">5. Nacht

Also dann komm jetzt, kleine Iboly.
Dass mich das Mädchen am Theater aufhielt, das geschah etwa anderthalb Jahre, nachdem ich angefangen hatte, die Dame [=seine derzeitige Geliebte, Anm. der Vorleserin] kennenzulernen.
Drei Tage später rief mich diese Iboly an.
Immer wenn das Telefon klingelt, fahre ich zusammen.
Ich hatte gearbeitet. Ekelhaft, wenn man so aufgeschreckt wird. Wer </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/10/alice-liest-aus-die-liebe-am-nachmittag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ennGDpeR_DKuteiXpHbrJjk3hJkwknvsKPp7UC-Jdhuz67kXqecJUrUKbrfhTRDo5UD4nkQszRZLyPiBaZWBMucjGVTIpgNAOIrKCvV7-Tdsana0cdXU5gEQBjXFq-YvgjiMhQ/s72-c/Erno+Szep.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-5972285336383275498</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 12:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:31.042+01:00</atom:updated><title>Nos Enfants, Vos Enfants</title><atom:summary type="text">

VOS ENFANTS

Vos enfants ne sont pas vos enfants.
Ils sont les fils et les filles
de l&#39;appel de la vie à elle-même.
Ils viennent à travers vous,
mais non de vous.
Et bien qu&#39;ils soient avec vous,
ils ne vous appartiennent pas.

Vous pouvez leur donner votre amour,
mais non point vos pensées,
car ils ont leurs propres pensées.
Vous pouvez accueillir leurs corps, mais pas leurs âmes,
car leurs </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-kids-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSPHAvIBaTylKk3H7VZEZRd9Kmk_6kbyETYmxXLMGDlphGiVymDV8KiyZF3f0wpf1g2cRAI6Il6qC9504Eo_WxYPTYHh3qOXyZdQ1AsMjozHYw6SZ9Ui_MGQaokGcm87UAlTrYlQ/s72-c/Lucy+%26+David.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-2143643851629246800</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:29.238+01:00</atom:updated><title>Alice entscheidet, sich nicht zu entscheiden</title><atom:summary type="text">











Photo: Path to shield by Philipp_Hilpert 
&amp;nbsp;Ich habe das 4. Kapitel von Die Reise gepostet.</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/05/alice-entscheidet-sich-nicht-zu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiewvrDrMBNLeO-4Omr7GrNMxrLJD043XFviLadl-f3BYpScYHA_yf1_stDUPIwkDdtXQ7Iavz9XUU-q7Cg_N7BzqP2-DEAz1Et9lB0NBMaGKwkUCJaRuM3ftOUx9n8yNyC3Z5BlQ/s72-c/Bodensee_Philipp+Hilpert.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-1140663459331660665</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:28.561+01:00</atom:updated><title>How it was, how it might have been, how it is, how it could be, how it ought to be...</title><atom:summary type="text">


CRAZY HEART starring&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;JEFF BRIDGES&amp;nbsp; 


Best PictureBest ActorBest Film MusicBest Screenplay&amp;nbsp;
Highly recommended!!! 
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********************</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-it-was-how-it-is-how-it-couldve.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiilybHLsn22f3uSvixrff_FFSFoDio9hQyh6GVZUJ8Ib5VghrIPTXEx5lRWYG8VApIY28SzFveGiTnJiDF9evFZ5in_eh_8DNQHKhKu35nkiUqYfjmH4I5L71cNdmS06DAqWvYCw/s72-c/crazy_heart_movie_poster_jeff_bridges_01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-1482062377162257136</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:28.899+01:00</atom:updated><title>Die Reise</title><atom:summary type="text">Alice McDuff

Die Reise 
Novelle


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</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/04/die-reise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl-9R04a3mihHvGczmVPfatkyADKbKL0JIHd8yRe50hz_bsPSjHvgoCkX3q84Xz2RUhGgTVdg8BigqE24Fpk3ks7x83-xErdAlqxmgnGod9uR2a37sr-vrH9OGKPOfo3j-Nhyphenhyphenh8w/s72-c/Environs+by+Nicholas_T.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-1509269175551936451</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:29.013+01:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Is In The Air</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello Sunshine!

There you are, finally back! Ushering spring in! How wonderful!!! I love spring time. It is my favourite time of the year, really.

Temperatures are rising, birds are singing, flowers are peeking, people are falling in love all over the place - isn´t it wonderful?

Well! I have to make a confession: I am getting that spring feeling too. And I have just fallen in love, head over </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-is-in-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jP3EjKXf7JoE4Xt1koSE1_7Hoi26uZue1yw5YUrk0q8RkWhSq7kdKiH8JqttsQhOlvD-qVW7oCSZP8EbMnzLhKELp2GOm0pNP36slNQtCAXbsZKqusj3E2j4fLpfyr-8SlgI1g/s72-c/Hugh+Laurie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-8794373602617617700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-07-09T13:24:02.917+01:00</atom:updated><title>Discovering Robert Frost</title><atom:summary type="text">




“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” 

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening ~&amp;nbsp;Robert Frost (American poet, 1974-1963)

Photo by Marie Dücker</atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/02/discovering-robert-frost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhPtBWjuTQa_lTCpfuC8FvuKbKizgZdNM9gZzmcSKW7UETJ2rqF1BxC1WmXmCIrNUPro2GiB47aYUmruXd7fv-kunD87vK_U2ktSKlJRJDYJd6p25xZv9H6jpZJv6gOLGg1GvKA/s72-c/Deep+In+The+Woods.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31593978.post-7545955640596311441</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-06-24T13:08:31.885+01:00</atom:updated><title>Every Day Without Fail</title><atom:summary type="text">Every single dayI wake up and I fall asleepI play it down, I´m just skin-deepI´m fighting with my creep fatigueI´m watching golden comets fleetEvery day without failEvery single dayYou wash your face and sing aloudYou tune the strings, you chase the cloudsYou´re struggling with a little doubtYou´re wondering what it´s all aboutEvery day without failEvery single dayMy legs transport me to some </atom:summary><link>https://alicemcduff.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-dail-without-fail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvCB-jtCKFFaQ7XkvFdsPujkuWMLCNMuAz_cDqdZ_vhNR3VLEGZyvxRICrvGVBUVCAD-05PtFFEC9xjaF2iG9hxJTQWhWMkwW25rwjxACFn38z9EtrNC957ODlIH-uKXjRXOIjqQ/s72-c/Elakala+Waterfalls+Swirling+Pool+von+forestgladesiwander.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>