<?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-17375724</id><updated>2011-10-20T06:28:14.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nattlys</title><subtitle type='html'>Ting og tankar.
Min eigen verden.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137625390276326070</uri><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17375724.post-114760058311494761</id><published>2006-05-14T11:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:56:23.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ta deg god tid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;til å vere lukkeleg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tida er ingen motorveg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mellom vogga og grava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;men ein plass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;å parkere i sola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frå ein tekst frå Human Etisk Forbund (om eg ikkje hugsar feil)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-114760058311494761?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114760058311494761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=114760058311494761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/114760058311494761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/114760058311494761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/ta-deg-god-tid-til-vere-lukkeleg-tida.html' title=''/><author><name>Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137625390276326070</uri><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-17375724.post-114461642485016678</id><published>2006-04-09T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:00:25.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ta meg kjærleik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;som ras tek ofre i alle land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-114461642485016678?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114461642485016678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=114461642485016678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/114461642485016678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/114461642485016678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/2006/04/ta-meg-kjrleik-som-ras-tek-ofre-i-alle.html' title=''/><author><name>Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137625390276326070</uri><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-17375724.post-114398238860169873</id><published>2006-04-02T14:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:58:02.533+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar 9 år: Faentastiske Helhveteboller</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Selv etter et helt år var det fortsatt ekstremt vanskelig for meg å gjøre enkelte ting, som å dusje, av en eller annen grunn, og å ta heis, selvfølgelig. Det var masse som gav meg angst, som hengebroer, basiller, fly, fyrverkeri, arabere på T-banen (selv om jeg ikke er rasist), arabere på reatauranter og kaffebarer og andre offentlige steder, stilaser, kumlokk og avløpsrister, eierløse vesker, sko, folk med bart, røyk, knuter, høyhus, turbaner.&lt;br /&gt;Jeg fikk ofte følelsen av at jeg var midt ute på et digert svart hav, eller langt ute i verdensrommet, men ikke på den fascinerende måten. Det var bare det at alt var så utrolig langt borte fra meg. Det var verst om natten."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeg: &lt;em&gt;Du er skyldig i mishandling av folk som er svakere enn deg: i å gjøre livet nærmest ulevelig for nerder som meg og Tannkrem og Dotten, i å herme etter mentalt tilbakestående, i å tulleringe til folk som nesten aldri får noen telefoner uansett, i å terrorisere husdyr og gamle mennesker - som forresten er mer intelligente enn deg - i å gjøre narr av meg bare fordi jeg har pusekatt... Dessuten har jeg sett deg kaste papir i skolegården.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Snyder: &lt;em&gt;Jeg har aldri tulleringt til noen tilbakestående.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeg: &lt;em&gt;Du er adoptert&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frå &lt;em&gt;Ekstremt Høyt &amp;amp; Utrolig Nært, Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denne fantastiske boka må lesast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Faentastiske helhveteboller!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-114398238860169873?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114398238860169873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=114398238860169873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;The body listens&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the flesh requires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeps the heart imprisoned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the spirit seeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The mind will follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the body speaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All else is hollow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just an angel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving blindly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frå "When the body speaks", "Exciter", "Depeche Mode"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-113563736580114856?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/113563736580114856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=113563736580114856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/113563736580114856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/113563736580114856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-body-speaks.html' title='When the body speaks'/><author><name>Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137625390276326070</uri><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-17375724.post-113553970516913037</id><published>2005-12-25T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T20:42:14.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hun finner fred i stillheten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;og mørket som omfavner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;er uendelig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-113553970516913037?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/113553970516913037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=113553970516913037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/113553970516913037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17375724/posts/default/113553970516913037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/2005/12/hun-finner-fred-i-stillheten-og-mrket.html' title=''/><author><name>Marita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03137625390276326070</uri><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-17375724.post-113015742731000416</id><published>2005-10-24T14:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:03:50.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaforar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dei mjuke steinane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sleng seg om meg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eg nyt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kvart einaste dunk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mot himmelen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiner du dette høyrest seksuelt ut?&lt;br /&gt;Det er berre eit godt eksempel på at bruken av metaforar kan dragast litt langt av og til.&lt;br /&gt;Det var ikkje meininga å forskrekke eller fornærme nokon med dette heimelaga diktet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17375724-113015742731000416?l=nattlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattlys.blogspot.com/feeds/113015742731000416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17375724&amp;postID=113015742731000416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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