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type='html'>ogni giorno ogni notte</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-1204862602413903107</id><published>2008-05-05T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:14:03.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A volte quando sei giovane&lt;br /&gt;pensi che niente t possa fare male,&lt;br /&gt;è come essere invincibili.&lt;br /&gt;Hai tutta la vita davanti&lt;br /&gt;e hai grandi piani, grandissimi piani.&lt;br /&gt;Trovare l'anima gemella.&lt;br /&gt;La persona che t completa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma mentre cresci t rendi conto&lt;br /&gt;che nn è sempre così facile.&lt;br /&gt;E' solo alla fine che capisci che&lt;br /&gt;i piani che avevi fatto erano solo piani.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè alla fine, quando t guardi indietro,&lt;br /&gt;invece d guardare avanti,&lt;br /&gt;vuoi poter credere d aver sfruttato&lt;br /&gt;al massimo le opportunità che la vita t ha dato,&lt;br /&gt;vuoi poter credere d aver lasciato&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa d buono dietro d te,&lt;br /&gt;vorresti che tutto avesse avuto significato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I miss that I thought they will could be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi manca quel che pensavo saremmo stati..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-1204862602413903107?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1204862602413903107/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=1204862602413903107' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/1204862602413903107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/1204862602413903107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/volte-quando-sei-giovane-pensi-che.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;72         pietà mi giunse, e fui quasi smarrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’ cominciai:     "Poeta, volontieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;parlerei a quei due che     ’nsieme vanno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;75         e paion sì al vento esser leggeri".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ed elli a me:     "Vedrai quando saranno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;più presso a noi; e tu     allor li priega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;78         per quello amor che i mena, ed ei verranno".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sì tosto come il vento a     noi li piega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mossi la voce: "O     anime affannate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;81         venite a noi parlar, s’altri nol niega!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quali colombe dal disio     chiamate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;con l’ali alzate e     ferme al dolce nido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;84         vegnon per l’aere dal voler portate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;cotali uscir de la     schiera ov’è Dido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a noi venendo per     l’aere maligno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;87         sì forte fu l’affettüoso grido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"O animal grazïoso     e benigno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;che visitando vai per     l’aere perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;90         noi che tignemmo il mondo di sanguigno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;se fosse amico il re de     l’universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;noi pregheremmo lui de la     tua pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;93         poi c’hai pietà del nostro mal perverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Di quel che udire e che     parlar vi piace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;noi udiremo e parleremo a     voi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;96         mentre che ’l vento, come fa, ci tace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Siede la terra dove nata     fui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;su la marina dove ’l     Po discende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;99         per aver pace co’ seguaci sui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Amor, ch’al cor     gentil ratto s’apprende,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;prese costui de la bella     persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;102         che mi fu tolta; e ’l modo ancor m’offende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Amor, ch’a nullo     amato amar perdona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;mi prese del costui     piacer sì forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;105         che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Amor condusse noi ad una     morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Caina attende chi a vita     ci spense".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;108         Queste parole da lor ci fuor porte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quand’io intesi     quell’anime offense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;china’ il viso e     tanto il tenni basso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;111         fin che ’l poeta mi disse: "Che pense?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando rispuosi,     cominciai: "Oh lasso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quanti dolci pensier,     quanto disio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;114         menò costoro al doloroso passo!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Poi mi rivolsi a loro e     parla’ io,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e cominciai:     "Francesca, i tuoi martìri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;117         a lagrimar mi fanno tristo e pio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ma dimmi: al tempo     d’i dolci sospiri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a che e come concedette     amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;120         che conosceste i dubbiosi disiri?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E quella a me:     "Nessun maggior dolore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;che ricordarsi del tempo     felice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;123         ne la miseria; e ciò sa ’l tuo dottore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ma s’a conoscer la     prima radice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;del nostro amor tu hai     cotanto affetto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;126         dirò come colui che piange e dice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Noi leggiavamo un giorno     per diletto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;di Lancialotto come amor     lo strinse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;129         soli eravamo e sanza alcun sospetto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Per più fïate li occhi     ci sospinse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quella lettura, e     scolorocci il viso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;132         ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quando leggemmo il     disïato riso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;esser basciato da cotanto     amante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;135         questi, che mai da me non fia diviso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;la bocca mi basciò tutto     tremante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Galeotto fu ’l libro     e chi lo scrisse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;138         quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mentre che l’uno     spirto questo disse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l’altro piangëa;     &lt;/span&gt;sì che di pietade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;141    io     venni men così com’io morisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="margin: 5px; font-style: italic;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;E caddi come corpo morto     cade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-6464826749262353617?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6464826749262353617/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=6464826749262353617' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/6464826749262353617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/6464826749262353617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/paolo-e-francesca.html' title='paolo e francesca'/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-2464596126762074226</id><published>2007-11-28T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:51:30.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aforisma'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COME MAI &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STACCATO&lt;/span&gt; SI SCRIVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUTT'ATTACCATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MENTRE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUTT'ATTACCATO&lt;/span&gt; SI SCRIVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STACCATO&lt;/span&gt; ?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-2464596126762074226?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2464596126762074226/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=2464596126762074226' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2464596126762074226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2464596126762074226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/come-mai-staccato-si-scrive.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-389259058729216097</id><published>2007-11-26T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:54:46.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dicataldo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>"LIMITE FRAGILE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;FRAGILE, era scritto sulla scatola d carta che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; raccoglieva un sogno fatto insieme a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; una realtà&lt;br /&gt;che qui non è.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Facile, nn è mica stato facile accettarlo sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ne ho sofferto sia pur senza odiart mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; e allora che fai&lt;br /&gt;ancora da me&lt;br /&gt;cosa vuoi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Nn è qui la tua vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; m dispiace però, devo dire d no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; nn è vuota senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; cè già chi l'ha riempita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; dopo il niente che tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; hai lasciato da me.&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Sappi che non ho smesso x un attimo di amarti e che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ho passato il tempo ad aspettare te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ma è tardi e lo sai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; nn sono più FRAGILE ormai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; Nn è qui la tua vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; sembra strano però, è guarita da un po'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; la ferita d un addio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; cè gia chi l'ha curata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;con l'amore che tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; nn avev x me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; hey... è la vita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; è bizzarro mio dio che stavolta sia io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; a doverlo dire a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; ma tra noi è finita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lo sai bene anche tu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;lo sai meglio d me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; No! Nn è qui la tua vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; m fa male però, devo dire d no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; nn è tempo più x te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; oramai è svanita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; la paura che tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; fossi tutto x me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt; è svanita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;è finita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-389259058729216097?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/389259058729216097/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=389259058729216097' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/389259058729216097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/389259058729216097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/limite-fragile.html' title='&quot;LIMITE FRAGILE&quot;'/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-6256713399871885606</id><published>2007-11-07T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:13:38.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miei Pensieri Nottambuli'/><title type='text'>OscuramenteSerena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="msgcns!153B22CDFC99E126!1724" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(84, 141, 212);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Senza pensieri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;o con l’unico pensiero di non voler pensare,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(84, 141, 212);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;penso a cosa ho fatto e farò&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;e così facendo sento di vivere la vita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(84, 141, 212);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;come deve essere vissuta,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;con obiettivi chiari, scuri… misteri… ma veri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(217, 150, 148);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial Black;font-size:78%;"  &gt;by Cf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;    &lt;img src="http://deewild.altervista.org/_altervista_ht/rosa_blu.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-6256713399871885606?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6256713399871885606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=6256713399871885606' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/6256713399871885606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/6256713399871885606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/oscuramenteserena.html' title='OscuramenteSerena'/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-5795937193269896757</id><published>2007-10-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:12:16.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hai mai guardato una tua foto e visto uno sconosciuto sullo sfondo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Quant sconosciut c saranno in una nostra foto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;D quant moment della vita d altri abbiamo fatto parte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Faremo parte della vita d qualcuno quando i suoi sogni diventeranno realtà? O eravamo lì quando i suoi sogni sono svaniti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Abbiamo lottato per restarc, cm se fossimo destinati a stare lì? O quello scatto c ha colt d sorpresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pensaci.. potresti essere la parte importante della vita d qualcuno, e nn saperlo nemmeno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-5795937193269896757?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5795937193269896757/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=5795937193269896757' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5795937193269896757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5795937193269896757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/hai-mai-guardato-una-tua-foto-e-visto.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-8632693520877543546</id><published>2007-10-29T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:54:42.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se il metro ke usiamo x giudicare se abbiamo avuto successo nella vita è che le cose siano andate cm volevamo, bè, allora io ho fallito.. ma la cosa più importante è nn amareggiars x le delusioni ke la vita c ha dato &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;BISOGNA LASCIARS IL PASSATO ALLE SPALLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;BISOGNA ACCETTARE KE NN TUTT I GIORNI POSSONO ESSERE FELIC&lt;/span&gt; e qnd t sent precipitare nella disperazione più nera nn t arrendere RICORDA è solo nel buio della notte ke puoi vedere le stelle e quelle stelle t riconduranno a casa.. quind nn avere paura d commettere degli errori xkè il più delle volte le ricompense più grand c arrivano dall'aver fatto le cose ke c mettono più paura &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;FORSE OTTERRAI TUTTO QUELLO KE DESIDERI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FORSE OTTERRAI PIU' D QNT AVRESTI MAI IMMAGINATO&lt;/span&gt; CHISSA' DOVE T PORTERA' LA VITA, LA STRADA E' LUNGA E ALLA FINE IL VIAGGIO E' QUELLO KE PIU' CONTA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-8632693520877543546?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8632693520877543546/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=8632693520877543546' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/8632693520877543546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/8632693520877543546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-il-metro-ke-usiamo-x-giudicare-se.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-2801953899950528433</id><published>2007-10-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:58:17.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In questo momento ci sono 6.470.818.671 persone al mondo..&lt;br /&gt;Qualcuno ha paura,&lt;br /&gt;qualcuno è tornato a casa,&lt;br /&gt;altri mentono x superare la giornata,&lt;br /&gt;altri stanno affrontando una verità..&lt;br /&gt;Alcuni uomini sono cattivi e fanno la guerra ai buoni&lt;br /&gt;altri sono buoni e lottano contro il male..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 miliard d persone al mondo, 6 miliard d anime.. e qualke volta te ne serve una sola..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-2801953899950528433?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2801953899950528433/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=2801953899950528433' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2801953899950528433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2801953899950528433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-questo-momento-ci-sono-6.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-2383439327943551467</id><published>2007-10-16T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:58:25.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramazzotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E' la voglia d cambiare la realtà ke m fa sentire ancora vivo&lt;br /&gt;E cercherò tutt quelli cm me ke hanno ancora un sogno in più...&lt;br /&gt;Dentro un libro ke nessuno ha scritto mai leggo le istruzione della vita&lt;br /&gt;anche se so ke poi nn le seguirò, farò ciò ke sento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oltre le distanze, noi nn siamo soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; figli della stessa umanità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anime viaggianti in cerca d ideali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; il coraggio nn c mancherà!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Supera i confini d qualunque ideologia l'emozione ke c unisce in una grande idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Un altro mondo possibile cè, e lo cerco anch'io e lo voglio anch'io cm te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelle pagine lasciate in bianco noi diamo spazio a tutt i nostri sogni&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno mai il futuro ruberà dalle nostre mani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oltre le distanze, noi nn siamo soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; senza più certezze e verità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; Anime confuse, cuori prigionieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; con la stessa idea d libertà!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oltre le distanze, noi nn siamo soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; l'incertezza nn c fermerà!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Supera i confini, nn conosce geografia, l'emozione ke c unisce in una grande idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oltre le distanze, noi nn siamo soli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;sempre in cerca della verità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Anime viaggianti, cuori prigionieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;con la stessa idea d libertà!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Un altro mondo possibile c'è e lo sto cercando insieme a te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-2383439327943551467?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2383439327943551467/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=2383439327943551467' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2383439327943551467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2383439327943551467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-la-voglia-d-cambiare-la-realt-ke-m-fa.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-5194883430105692251</id><published>2007-10-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:37:32.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>George Bernard Shaw una volta scrisse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"esistono due tipi di tragedia nella vita: una è perdere ciò ke più s desidera, l'altra è ottenerla"&lt;/span&gt; (è ovvio ke a Shaw gli s spezzò il cuore almeno una volta)&lt;br /&gt;Secondo me Shaw era un matto, e sapete xkè.. Xkè le tragedie accadono, e cosa dovremmo fare? Rinunciare? Lasciare tutto? No, m rendo conto ora ke quando t s spezza il cuore dev lottare x restare vivo, xkè lo sei, e il dolore ke prov fa parte della vita! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La confusione e la paura esistono x ricordart ke da qualke parte cè qualcosa d meglio e vale la pena d lottare x averlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma in fondo George Bernard Shaw aveva ragione: mentre lottiamo x afferrare ciò che desideriamo e che pensiamo renderà migliore la nostra vita come soldi, la popolarità, la fama, trascuriamo ciò ke conta veramente, le cose semplici come l'amicizia, la famiglia, l'amore, cose ke probabilm abbiamo già...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sì perdere ciò ke più desideri è tragico ma realizzarlo.. bè credo ke quello sia il massimo ke s possa sperare. Quest'anno ho desiderato l'amore, fondere me stessa in qualcun'altro e risvegliare un cuore che troppo a lungo ha avuto paura d lasciars andare.. il mio desiderio è stato esaudito, e se questo è tragico.. allora datemi la tragedia xkè nn c rinuncerei x niente al mondo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-5194883430105692251?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5194883430105692251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=5194883430105692251' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5194883430105692251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5194883430105692251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/george-bernard-shaw-una-volta-scrisse.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-7978979448041173532</id><published>2007-10-03T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:40:03.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Se perdere la strada durante il viaggio è una sfortuna, dimenticare il motivo del viaggio è un destino ancora più crudele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Il viaggio è durato otto mesi, a volte ho viaggiato da sola, a volte altri hanno preso il volante e anche il mio cuore.. ma una volta raggiunta la destinazione nn sono stata io ad arrivare, nn ero più la stessa.. E QND PERD TE STESSO HAI SOLO 2 SCELTE:  RITROVARE LA PERSONA KE ERI O VOLTARE PAGINA X SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A volte dev prendere le distanze dalla persona ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sei stata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;, ricordare la persona ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;avrest dovuto essere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; e la persona che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;volev essere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;, ed essere la persona ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-7978979448041173532?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7978979448041173532/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=7978979448041173532' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7978979448041173532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7978979448041173532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-perdere-la-strada-durante-il-viaggio.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-3904952459696516253</id><published>2007-10-02T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:34:18.469-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Fitzgerald Kennedy ha detto ke nella vita &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;il coraggio è una meravigliosa fusione d trionfo e tragedia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Un uomo fa quello ke deve nonostante le conseguenze personali, nonostante gli ostacoli, i pericoli e le pressioni.. e questa è la base fondamentale della morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tu pensi d conoscermi ma nn è così, questo significa ke nn sai cosa sono capace d fare; tu m ved cm una ragazza brillante che ha tutte le risposte ma nn è così. Forse nn sono così responsabile cm tutti m credono ma cercherò d migliorare le cose. E quando faccio uno sbaglio, perchè ammettiamolo capita a tutt, t prometto ke t kiederò aiuto. Nn posso farlo da sola, ma se tu m darai una possibilità allora insieme potremo fare grand cose. T prometto ke se crederai in me troverò il coraggio d realizzare tutt i tuoi sogni"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-3904952459696516253?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3904952459696516253/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=3904952459696516253' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/3904952459696516253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/3904952459696516253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/john-fitzgerald-kennedy-ha-detto-ke.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-4139710928313741268</id><published>2007-10-02T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T07:22:00.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mi dici perchè tutti mentono? I cattivi ragazzi mentono x entrare nel tuo letto e quelli bravi x entrare nel tuo cuore.. e io sono quella grande idiota ke c casca sempre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tu nn sei idiota, e sai xkè? Xkè conosci te stessa.. Alcune persone no ed è x questo ke mentono.. Hanno paura d essere scopert ancora prima d scoprire se stessi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-4139710928313741268?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4139710928313741268/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=4139710928313741268' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/4139710928313741268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/4139710928313741268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/mi-dici-perch-tutti-mentono-i-cattivi.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-7755977609823980983</id><published>2007-09-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:01:36.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negramaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immenso'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.magicoveneto.it/Venezia/Caorle/Caorle09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.magicoveneto.it/Venezia/Caorle/Caorle09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" class="testo" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se potessi far tornare indietro il mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" class="testo" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farei tornare poi senz’altro te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per un attimo d eterno e d profondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in cui tutto sembra, sembra niente cè..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" class="testo" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tenersi stretto, stretto in tasca il mondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per poi ridarlo un giorno forse a te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a te che nn sei parte dell’immenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma l’immenso che fa parte solo d te..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; solo d te.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" class="testo" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-7755977609823980983?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7755977609823980983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=7755977609823980983' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7755977609823980983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7755977609823980983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/se-potessi-far-tornare-indietro-il.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-204074929548750626</id><published>2007-09-20T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:39:23.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligabue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>VIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="testo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Questa qua è x te&lt;br /&gt;e anche se nn è un granché&lt;br /&gt;t volevo solo dire&lt;br /&gt;che era qui in fondo a me.&lt;br /&gt;E' x te che lo sai&lt;br /&gt;d chi sto parlando dai&lt;br /&gt;e t piacerà un minuto&lt;br /&gt;e poi te ne scorderai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perché sei viva viva così come sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quanta vita m hai passato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e nn la chiedi indietro mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e sei viva viva x quella che sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre pronta, sempre ingorda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre solo come vuoi.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa qua è x te&lt;br /&gt;che nn t puoi spegnere&lt;br /&gt;nn hai mai avuto tempo&lt;br /&gt;dev troppo vivere.&lt;br /&gt;E' x te questa qua&lt;br /&gt;x la tua golosità&lt;br /&gt;t strofini contro il mondo&lt;br /&gt;tanto il mondo non t avrà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perché sei viva viva così come sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quanta vita hai contagiato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quanta vita brucerai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che sei viva viva x quella che sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;niente rate, niente sconti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo viva come vuoi&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa qua è x te&lt;br /&gt;e nn è niente facile&lt;br /&gt;dire quello che nn riesco&lt;br /&gt;mentre tu vuoi ridere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perché sei viva viva così come sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quanta vita m hai passato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e non la chiedi indietro mai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perché sei viva viva x quella che sei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre pronta, sempre ingorda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempre viva come vuoi.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa qua è x te&lt;br /&gt;che sai sempre scegliere&lt;br /&gt;e io invece nnn ho scelta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" class="testo" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;te la devo scrivere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-204074929548750626?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/204074929548750626/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=204074929548750626' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/204074929548750626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/204074929548750626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/viva.html' title='VIVA'/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-5460583728638906305</id><published>2007-09-19T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:44:03.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piccolo principe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;................e il piccolo principe disse all'uomo: gli adulti nn capiscono molto d loro stessi ed è stressante x i bambini dorverli spiegare sempre tutto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-5460583728638906305?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5460583728638906305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=5460583728638906305' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5460583728638906305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/5460583728638906305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-7379449838001215610</id><published>2007-09-19T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:41:31.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Comè complicato l'essere umano, è un insieme d segnali contradditori. Noi riusciamo a decifrarne soltanto alcuni e a volte anche in modo superficiale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-7379449838001215610?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7379449838001215610/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=7379449838001215610' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7379449838001215610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7379449838001215610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/com-complicato-lessere-umano-un-insieme.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-8052574945066853570</id><published>2007-09-19T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:40:15.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='istante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COME A VOLTE ACCADE L'ISTANTE S FERMO', INDUGIO' E RIMASE.. X MOLTO PIU' CHE UN ISTANTE.. E IL SUONO TERMINO', E IL MOVIMENTO S FERMO' PER MOLTO MOLTO PIU' D UN ISTANTE.. E POI L'ISTANTE FINI'..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-8052574945066853570?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8052574945066853570/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=8052574945066853570' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/8052574945066853570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/8052574945066853570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/come-volte-accade-listante-s-fermo.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-1105088754302598588</id><published>2007-09-19T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:37:44.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steinbeck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>John Steinbeck una volta ha scritto: penso che se voi ed io dovessimo scegliere fra due linee d azione o d pensiero, dovremmo ricordare la nostra morte quind cercare d vivere, in modo che la nostra morte nn arrechi piacere al mondo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-1105088754302598588?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1105088754302598588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=1105088754302598588' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/1105088754302598588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/1105088754302598588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/john-steinbeck-una-volta-ha-scritto.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-2811170379791816405</id><published>2007-09-19T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:35:03.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cè nelle cose umane una marea che colta nel flusso conduce alla fortuna, ma perduta l'intero viaggio della nostra vita si arena su fondali d miseria. Ora noi navighiamo in un mare aperto, dobbiamo dunque prendere la corrente finké è a favore oppure fallire l'impresa avanti a noi.. essere nient'altro che se stessi in un mondo che fa d tutto giorno e notte x fart diventare qualcunaltro; vuoldire combattere la battaglia più difficile che un essere umano può affrontare senza smettere mai d lottare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-2811170379791816405?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2811170379791816405/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=2811170379791816405' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2811170379791816405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/2811170379791816405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/c-nelle-cose-umane-una-marea-che-colta.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438846294764759645.post-7865877454635862964</id><published>2007-09-19T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:24:47.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onetreehill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflession'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nn lasciare che il tuo fuoco s spenga, che s perdano quelle preziose scintille nelle paludi senza speranza dell'indecisione, del dubbio e dell'incertezza.. Nn permettere che l'eroe che è nella tua anima perisca solitario e frustrato, privo della vita che tu meriti ma che nn sei riuscito a conquistare.. Il mondo che desideri può essere tuo, esiste, è reale, è possibile ed è tuo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438846294764759645-7865877454635862964?l=unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7865877454635862964/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8438846294764759645&amp;postID=7865877454635862964' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7865877454635862964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8438846294764759645/posts/default/7865877454635862964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unafrasexunblog.blogspot.com/2007/09/nn-lasciare-che-il-tuo-fuoco-s-spenga.html' title=''/><author><name>laFl@wer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381924245031779177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pM5uL28m8UvqNm0euHeyjPIxqcZyJnZCIT3M2LdFD0Jf8j3eTV_HoOaP2NIkpI5CteQV-1-uScYIJQAWZ1TSjjw'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
