<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550</id><updated>2012-01-16T13:43:30.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt melodies.</title><subtitle type='html'>Lyrics and things written by Tima.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-7188392691780256298</id><published>2008-05-25T11:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:36:45.271+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What you want</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-I dont' really know who/what this song is about. But I guess that somehow it might be about the guy that always gives me the inspiration to write something down. That's what happens when someone really gets to you...-B - b - b - break it babyPush it to the limitpush it even furtherIf only to seehow far it can gofigure out the sizenot quite sure you can handleYou don't know what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/7188392691780256298/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=7188392691780256298' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/7188392691780256298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/7188392691780256298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-you-want.html' title='What you want'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-2751333282247333678</id><published>2008-05-08T21:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:15:36.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Onwetend</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-Eens in het Nederlands.-Veel woorden,weinig betekenis,niets iszoals jij denktdat het is.Veel geloof,weinig realiteit,ben ik dan,zoals jij denkt,dat ik ben?Neen, ik benniet zoonwetendals jij.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/2751333282247333678/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=2751333282247333678' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/2751333282247333678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/2751333282247333678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2008/05/onwetend.html' title='Onwetend'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-6949467577682008178</id><published>2008-05-08T20:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T21:11:39.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us in return.</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-It's about a weakness you may have for a boy or a girl, a weakness we all once know in our lifetime-Draining memories in my head,my thoughts get intense,picture what you never had,to me you never made any sense-Now you're just over there,tell her our story,she has got nothing to compare,nothing left from my faith,or the sun his glory-but don't tell her what you know,that thing I told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/6949467577682008178/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=6949467577682008178' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6949467577682008178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6949467577682008178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2008/05/perhaps-we-all-give-best-of-our-hearts.html' title='Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us in return.'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-4596474252361923145</id><published>2008-03-24T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:08:33.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Ik dacht niet dat je het kon)</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-For my "soulmate".-Beklim je voor mij bergenen ga je door diepe dallen?Vind je het niet ergom te klauteren en te vallen?Zal je telkens opnieuwkunnen opstaan en weer doorgaan?Ga je voor mij tot de plaatswaar de sterren ontstaan?Of kan je het perfect aanmijn hart te zien vergaan...?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/4596474252361923145/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=4596474252361923145' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/4596474252361923145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/4596474252361923145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2008/03/ik-dacht-niet-dat-je-het-kon.html' title='(Ik dacht niet dat je het kon)'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-1392422777766127462</id><published>2008-01-08T19:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:26:02.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"until dawn"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-I started writing something for my ex-boyfriend. But this song is not really about "us" in the end, but somehow it tells what I want him to know.. -This stopped making sense,the last words we said got cold,the story is getting old,here's what's on my mind,every feeling I ever let behind..Let's take a walk this night,talk about the fight,our hearts had for so long,we can stay together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/1392422777766127462/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=1392422777766127462' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/1392422777766127462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/1392422777766127462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2008/01/until-dawn.html' title='&quot;until dawn&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-3799697312794394573</id><published>2007-12-12T13:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:23:39.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"breakdown"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-this one is to a special person.. -It's getting hard to breath,feels like I'm stuck in here,you wanna see me in a breakdown,you got me playing hide and seek,make me feel so damn weak..But still, I'm the one you can't do without..I know what you're about,so stop pretending you couldn't care less,stop defending and just say you're a big mess,and you're standing on the edge,you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/3799697312794394573/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=3799697312794394573' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/3799697312794394573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/3799697312794394573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2007/12/breakdown.html' title='&quot;breakdown&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-2793080850640690912</id><published>2007-12-12T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:52:41.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"get scared"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-this is to the boy who broke the heart of my best friend..-It's all coming down,you're about to hit the ground,he lets you crash,he doesn't care you're a mess,but when you get scared..hold your breath,grab my hand,I'll keep you together,we'll make it... forever..He makes you live in a nightmare,doesn't get this hard to bear?Why can't you walk away,when you know he won't stay..Don't you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/2793080850640690912/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=2793080850640690912' title='1 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/2793080850640690912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/2793080850640690912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-scared.html' title='&quot;get scared&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-5902035760069686428</id><published>2007-11-25T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:45:43.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't let me"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-this is to the boy can shake my soul and makes me so afraid for a replay of the past.-you make it all seem right,even tough I'm standing on a height,and if I fall,will you bring me home?Losing my mind,stumbling around,Oh don't let me...Believing it's all in vain,crashing like the rain,but don't let me..Don't let me push you away.Will you be around,when I'm gonna crash on the ground?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/5902035760069686428/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=5902035760069686428' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/5902035760069686428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/5902035760069686428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-let-me.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t let me&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-6635558597890361655</id><published>2007-11-16T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:10:16.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"The thrill of things to come"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.Well, I guess I made my move,the words are out,no chance to take them back..I put my heart on the line,and that might be where it goes wrong..And my hair is a mess,but not as bad as my heart..So here I am, (sun is shining),sweaty palms, an awkward silence..But somehow I love the thrill of things to come,the thrill of things to come..Don't turn your back on this,as I'm standing right in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/6635558597890361655/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=6635558597890361655' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6635558597890361655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6635558597890361655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2007/11/thrill-of-things-to-come.html' title='&quot;The thrill of things to come&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011533644429962550.post-6954551378820920516</id><published>2007-11-10T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:15:19.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like it never happened"</title><summary type='text'>© by Tima.-this is to the boy who made me break-I was in the middle of a breakdown, and as I was searching for your hand to catch me, you just asked me: "what made you think, you'd have it your way..?"  you walked away, you felt better then me.. So how was it to hold a parade,  while I was standing on the sideline,  crashing over the situation..oh, you don't know what I've been through because of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/feeds/6954551378820920516/comments/default' title='Reacties plaatsen'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011533644429962550&amp;postID=6954551378820920516' title='0 reacties'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6954551378820920516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011533644429962550/posts/default/6954551378820920516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tima2510.blogspot.com/2007/11/like-it-never-happened.html' title='&quot;Like it never happened&quot;'/><author><name>Tima2510</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
