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		<title>Happy New Year, Year of the White Tiger</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 11:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Yann Shukor</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The air was crisp now although the past week had been damp,
I watched my every step avoiding any brashness in this deep snow,]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">The White Tiger</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://blog.azurtem.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/WHITE_TIGER.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-177" title="WHITE_TIGER" src="http://blog.azurtem.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/WHITE_TIGER.jpg" alt="" width="287" height="329" /></a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">The air  was crisp  now  although<br />
the  past  week  had  been damp,<br />
I  watched my every  step avoiding<br />
any brashness in this deep snow,<br />
Not a  flutter or a squeak as I went<br />
on  my way  seemingly  all alone,<br />
The trees crowded all around me<br />
as if in a playful tripping mood,</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">That is when I heard the whoosh<br />
that brought me to a complete halt,<br />
At  first  I  didn’t  dare  turn  around,<br />
my  temples were  thumping so,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> Still as the air, my heart racing,I<br />
waited all ears  for  a sign, any sign,<br />
</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sweat appeared, as I felt my head steaming beneath my woolen hat,</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">I could sense my heart pumping, in and out, unhindered in its motion,<br />
As lightly as could be, I  inched  my  head  around to gaze behind me,<br />
All I saw was  a dense and erratic array of barks, branches and snow,<br />
The mist was thick with each breath, I shivered with uncertain relief,</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">How silly of me, to be overtaken by jitters, while nothing was abound,<br />
With a regained self assurance, I pursed my lips and trudged on.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="font-size: small;">ysh</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva;"><span style="color: #800080;"><em>Le Tigre Blanc<br />
L’air était sec et frais, alors que la semaine écoulée avait été humide<br />
J’avançais calmement mesurant chaque pas dans cette neige épaisse<br />
Aucun bruit ni agitation ne vint troubler mon sentiment d’être seul<br />
Les arbres se bousculaient autour de moi, prêts à me faire trébucher<br />
C’est à ce moment là que je perçu un éclat sourd, ce qui m’arrêta net<br />
Pris d’effroi je restais immobile, les tempes pulsaient à me rendre sourd<br />
Crispé, le cœur battant, je tendais l’oreille aux aguets, de tout, de rien<br />
Je suais, tandis que la vapeur fumait au travers de mon bonnet de laine<br />
Je sentais la force avec laquelle mon cœur poussait et tirait en rythme<br />
Délicatement et petit à petit je me retournais pour voir derrière moi<br />
Je ne vis qu’un amas de troncs et de branches recouverts de neige<br />
Une buée épaisse s’échappa de mes lèvres, secouées d‘un tremblement<br />
Quelle sottise de me laisser emporter ainsi, alors qu’il n’y avait pas de quoi<br />
Légèrement rassuré je repris donc, à pas de loup, mon chemin de retour</em></span></span></span></p>
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