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Hello, perhaps you do not know me. It is very unlikely if you have been hanging around on the Australian server, in #newbies, or on the French channels of the US.

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A bit about myself (just a bit I promise) :
Until my daughter lent me a computer at the end of May 1996, I was living a quiet, comfortable life in a nice suburb of Melbourne (VIC) Australia.

Then, the unplanned happened : while talking on the net, and by sheer accident, I met a charming man, so charming that he stole my heart in less time that I need to write it. He invited me to visit him in his homeland and, as he is very persistent, I went. I must say that I have no regrets about that, as I am now living with him, and I am as happy as a fish in water (by the way, being a Pisces, I am actually a bit of a fish, and I love water, my preferred drink).

If you don't already know who I am talking about, his name is muaiddib, and yes, his name comes from DUNE, and yes, he knows that it is not spelled the right way, but his I.S.P. could not register the right spelling. He is also known as "the channel cleaner" as he cannot stand fools and his kick is thought to be "lethal" as he can ban a trouble maker rather than putting up with his "bulls**t".

He is also known for his wonderful dinners..... he is the best cook I have ever met.... and he cleans after himself too.

I know, girls..... shed a tear... but no way.... do not even attempt it. I can be lethal too, as a few of you already know. Do not even think about trying to take him away from me....But that is another story.

Here are a few of my favourite links!

Donnan's Psychic Page - Sydney Accommodation Listing - Bitch's Home Page

PageBuilders Australia - Makers of this Page!- Free Bird's Poetry

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What do I do all day, other than being happy ? I hear you ask ? Well, I write..... poetry... short stories, a novel, and a television show which I hope you will be able to watch on your screens pretty soon.

I have included a few of my poems, feel free to read them if you are a romantic... do not bother otherwise, it is not compulsory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE GAZER

In my crystal ball
I see a man and a woman
So much in love,
But frighten by that.
In my crystal ball
I see a man and a Woman
scarred, bruised,
frighten by life.
In my crystal ball
I see a man and a woman
Unable to let go
Of experiences of the past.
In my crystal ball
I see a man and a woman
Lots of joy, lots of pain
Lots and lots of cries.
In my crystal ball
I see a man and a woman
Who will miss a great life
If they do not try.

THE GOLDEN EAGLE

High up there in the sky,
Above the clouds,
The Eagle flies in the sun
Above towns and hamlets.
When he is tired
In the cold wind, he planes,
And on his nest drops.
His large wings are spread,
Like a big coat, he covers her
He watches around him.
He doesn't know what he discovers.
The golden feathers of his back
Glisten in the sunset.
He is frighten someone will touch her.
She is lying on her bed unconscious
No, she is not afraid of him,
Although she fears he intervenes.
Despite that, she is feeling good,
She knows she can trust him,
That nothing will happen to her.
As long as she will feel the presence
Of the Golden Eagle that her love
Has sent to watch over her.
She only hopes that one day
She, too will have wings,
And will be able to raise up the sky
With him, flying towards the sun.

To Joel, my love.

The photo on the top was taken during my trip in September, Muaiddib and I are sitting in the far left (we are the 2 wearing glasses) and the other people around are : Brat, Bubba, Scarlett (the beautiful blonde with the child on her knees) and little Bambam, bubba and Scarlett son. Brat, their daughter is a great writer, poet, and we predict a very successful future to this wonderful young lady (after all, she is only 17 y.o.)

If we can grab a scanner without mortgaging the house, the car and the birds, I am planning to include more pictures in the future.

I said that I would be short.... well, I lied.... a little white lie..... "typical woman" can I hear Mua say.... yes, typical.... we never know when to stop chatting don't we? and.... well..... we only chat.... we do not "flirt" and whisper sweet nothings to every man we say hello to ...........so.....never mind....... we are From Venus and you are from Mars.... little differences of no consequence..... as long a you look and do not "buy".

My hobbies are : Listening to classical music, Tarots, I Ching, Feng Shui, Oriental philosophy, non violent sports and non competition ones as well. I swim, I play golf (very little nowadays) and I walk a lot. I love antique furniture, collect works of art... despite the fact that I have been branded "an investor" I believe I have quite a good eye for quality paintings, or I have really been extremely lucky as I have acquired very beautiful and valuable pieces.

Oh, and by the way.... my nick on the net is Arlee... and I also use amande in the French channels.

Here you are, that is ME..... I do not take myself too seriously..... I am who I am, and I feel quite good about that. I have finally accepted that I have to be happy with the hand I was dealt with, and, in fact... very happy with this hand......

Arlette Rizzi (Johana Smith)

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SI TU SAVAIS

Tres souvent, lorsque je pleure,
Tu me demandes pourquoi.
Tu ne sais pas que mon malheur
Est parceque je pense a toi.
Il m'est difficile de te dire
Tout ce que je ressens
Tu parles de tes souvenirs
Et commence mon tourment.
je sais que tu penses a elle,
Celle qui t'a fait tant souffrir,
Malgre que ce soit elle
Qui t'aie demande de partir.
Et puis il y a les autres choses.
Tout ce que je croyais fini,
Mais qui te remenent les autres,
ceux qui demandent ton appui.
Maintenant, je ne sais quoi faire,
Puisque tu as assez de moi.
Faut-il que je parte, que je reste ?
Faut-il que apprendre a vivre sans toi?
Toutes ces questions que je me pose
Ne peuvent pas etre resolues.
Me tourmantant pour tant de choses
Auxquelles personne n'a repondu.
Pourtant malgre tout mon tourment,
Mes doutes, mes angoisses,
Je ne peux me resoudre encore
A apprendre a vivre sans toi.
Mon indecision me dechire
J'ai si peur du lendemain,
Je ne suis meme plus sure
De ce que je voudrai demain.
Que le temps passe vite,
Que finisse cette attente,
Que je trouve pour moi un refuge,
Ou je sois enfin contente,

PARTIR

Si je suis triste et que je pleure,
C'est que mes larmes passent par le coeur.
Je desespere de te toucher,
Je ne m'envole que pour retomber.
Mon impuissance a t'atteindre
Prie que tu puisses me rejoindre.
Pourquoi faut-il que tu l'aimes
Encore, aussi, toujours, sans cesse.
tu dis m'aimer, mais c'est bien elle
Qui est toujours dans tes pensees.
Tu dis que tu m'aimes,
Me regardand dans les yeux,
Mais c'est toujours elle
Que ton coeur veut.
Alors, j'abandonne,
Je ne veux plus lutter.
Est-ce que tu me pardonnes
De vouloir m'en aller ?
Je peux lutter, et puis me battre
Contre quelqu'un qui est vivant.
Mais un fantome qu'on idolatre,
qui t'a quitte depuis longtemps ?
Rien n'est plus vrai,
C'est impossible
D'accepter de vivre
Sans savoir la verite.
Pourtant je t'aime, malgre mes doutes,
Tu ne peux savoir ce qu'il m'en coute
De decider de te quitter.

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LAST UPDATED 7 August 1997