<?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-28674097</id><updated>2012-02-29T00:08:09.365+01:00</updated><category term='arte'/><category term='lavoro'/><category term='musica'/><category term='libri'/><category term='foto'/><category term='calcio'/><category term='concerto'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='revival'/><category term='lyric'/><category term='video'/><category term='romeo'/><category term='oliver'/><category term='tv'/><category term='my video'/><category term='uomini'/><category term='post'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='estate'/><category term='livorno'/><category term='utilities'/><category term='proecontro'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>...:::BlueSky...Life:::...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6144308938758338008</id><published>2009-01-28T00:14:00.046+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:33:57.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>sono tornata</title><content type='html'>è la prima volta che mi trovo sotto le coperte a scrivere sul mio blog.&lt;br /&gt;tutto merito delle innovazioni che hanno creato le reti wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sto guardando, su rai sat extra, la puntata di ieri sera di X Factor.&lt;br /&gt;C'è Francesco Facchinetti che è troppo bravo. E' maturato molto e fa ogni cosa con un entusiasmo unico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha fatto piacere conoscerlo. Una delle poche note positive dell'avventura Scalo 76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamma mia! Scalo 76! Cosa ho fatto di male nella mia vita precedente per meritarmi un trattamento simile? Per assistere a determinate scelte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' finita e adesso sto scoprendo un mondo fuori la Rai che neanche immaginavo. Ci sono un sacco di cose che vorrei fare. Ci sono un sacco di possibilità che mi possono far ritrovare l'entusiasmo che ultimamente ho perso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlo di lavoro perchè non ho nient'altro di cui palrare. I miei sentimenti sono andati in vacanza per un periodo; sia quelli postivi sia quelli negativi. Il mio stato d'animo qualcuno potrebbe definirlo "apatico" ma a me suona come una parola negativa ed io in questo periodo non sono negativa.&lt;br /&gt;Io sto, io sono, cerco di vivere il presente e basta. Non ho delusioni perchè non mi aspetto niente.&lt;br /&gt;Un periodo di pace verso l'esterno. Interiormente sento dei desideri, naturalmente. Resto un essere umano. Però il fatto di non guardare il mio cellulare nella speranza ossesiva di ricevere QUEL messaggio, oppure QUELLA chiamata...auguro a tutte le persone alle quali voglio bene un periodo così.&lt;br /&gt;Posso dire di star bene con me stessa. Difficilmente mi annoio. Però faccio fatica a stare con gli altri. Questo alla lunga sarà un problema. Al momento vivo solamente il lato positivo della cosa. Se la cosa andrà avanti ci penserò...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'è Oliver che gratta alla porta che vuole entrare..devo andare ad aprire...&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SX-ZxFcjsXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5wpVTkTjTmc/s1600-h/2ztez9c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SX-ZxFcjsXI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5wpVTkTjTmc/s320/2ztez9c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6144308938758338008?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6144308938758338008/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3756282786975898293</id><published>2008-12-22T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:55:38.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Auguri a tutti di buone feste ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che il 2009 sia pieno di serenità!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SU-ALLG9DsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iXbRElHlkkM/s1600-h/20122008065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SU-ALLG9DsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iXbRElHlkkM/s320/20122008065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SU-ALLG9DsI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iXbRElHlkkM/s72-c/20122008065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6956320874332313374</id><published>2008-09-25T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:27:13.398+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Per quegli occhi verdi che adoro::</title><content type='html'>Cosa non farò per farmi amare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per dirti che&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per quest'amore&lt;br /&gt;Per dirti cosa sei per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormo ancora solo in questa stanza&lt;br /&gt;Dove al buio i sogni vanno via&lt;br /&gt;Resta solo il peso della mia&lt;br /&gt;Malinconia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amore non si spiega&lt;br /&gt;Fa girare il mondo e poi&lt;br /&gt;Se non c’è diventa tutto inutile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi farne a meno mai&lt;br /&gt;Nemmeno quando poi&lt;br /&gt;Sarà solo silenzio e freddo tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E volando superando i monti&lt;br /&gt;Verso cieli bianchi di libertà&lt;br /&gt;E volando finchè tutto il mondo&lt;br /&gt;Solamente un punto sembrerà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora cosa non farò per amare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per te&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei l’amore&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che vorrai stare al mio fianco&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che sarai solo per me&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che consolerai il mio pianto&lt;br /&gt;Ed io vivrò solo per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammi ancora solo un po’ di tempo&lt;br /&gt;Giusto quanto basta perché poi&lt;br /&gt;Torni ancora tutto come prima&lt;br /&gt;Tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E volando superando i monti&lt;br /&gt;Verso cieli bianchi di libertà&lt;br /&gt;E volando finchè tutto il mondo&lt;br /&gt;Solamente un punto sembrerà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora cosa non farò per amare&lt;br /&gt;Cosa non farò per te&lt;br /&gt;Stella del mio cuore&lt;br /&gt;Splendi su di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora cosa non farò per amare&lt;br /&gt;Non mi chiedere perché&lt;br /&gt;L’amore non si spiega&lt;br /&gt;Tu sola sei per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'AMORE NON SI SPIEGA - SERGIO CAMMARIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. e non è solo colpa dell'arrapin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6956320874332313374?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6956320874332313374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6956320874332313374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6956320874332313374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6956320874332313374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/per-quegli-occhi-verdi-che-adoro.html' title='::Per quegli occhi verdi che adoro::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7964545122798241285</id><published>2008-09-18T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:59:46.969+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Sono tornata::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credo di essere arrivata ad un punto dove posso distinguere il bene dal male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il male è quello che ho provato per tutti questi anni.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E' la sensazione di vuoto continuo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il bene è la leggerezza che sento dentro di me ultimamente.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;MESI FA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ero presa dalla persona sbagliata, ero accecata da quelle sensazioni che mi regalava ogni volta che mi sorrideva o che mi sfiorava. Poche per tutto il tempo che siamo stati insieme, ma forti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se mi mancano&lt;/b&gt;? Diciamo che ci penso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Però preferisco stare in questo stato di serenità che tornare indietro e toccare il cielo con un dito una volta ogni 365 giorni. Non c'è paragone proprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tempo perso&lt;/b&gt;? No, per niente! Se posso ritermi tranquilla in questo periodo è proprio grazie alle sofferenze passate in tutti questi anni. Le delusioni, le brutte parole, il male interno che avevo mi hanno aiutato a "crescere" e maturare (&lt;b&gt;come volevi tu&lt;/b&gt;).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;FOR YOU...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dimmi la verità, tu lo sapevi che io &lt;b&gt;ti avrei odiato&lt;/b&gt; e poi &lt;b&gt;ignorato&lt;/b&gt; una volta ripresa dall'incubo vissuto in questi anni?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una volta svegliata... (la sera prima dell'intervento quando mi hai volutamente lasciata sola con la mia sofferenza)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sto uscendo con altri ragazzi in questo periodo ed ho la visione chiara davanti; mi rendo conto che&amp;nbsp; ci ho messo del mio, ho sbagliato e so anche dove e quando. Ma ho anche appreso il fatto che non sono stata la sola a fare cazzate. Sei stato soprattutto tu a farmi diventare un'altra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;OGGI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Che bello sentirsi dire determinate parole...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vedere negli occhi dei ragazzi che mi guardano un desiderio che va oltre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eppure non sembra che loro facciano così fatica.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Ah sai cosa mi ha fatto più piacere ultimamente?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho proposto un weekend in giro ad un ragazzo che mi interessa. Sai che era entusiasta della cosa? E' strano, ma non mi ha guardata male come se gli stessi proponendo di andare a lavorare in minera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un altro mi ha proposto di andare a vedere insieme un concerto che ci sarà presto al Forum a Milano... &lt;b&gt;Un pazzo, n'èvvero?&lt;/b&gt; Venire con me a vedere musica dal vivo...che orrore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IERI....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quanto sono stata stupida!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Auguro davvero che la tua "attuale relazione" duri più al lungo possibile (e nn è la prima volta che te lo dico e scrivo), quindi significa che te lo auguro davvero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Io nel frattempo continuerò a godermi la mia vita, gli amori e i dolori. Mi sarebbe piaciuto essere tua amica. Ridere dei personaggi e delle cose che ci hanno sempre fatto ridere. Tutto ciò non è possibile, e indovina di chi è la colpa? No, questa volta è mia! Ho poco tempo libero e preferisco dedicarlo a chi, in caso ricevesse una mia telefonata dal pronto soccorso, si fionderebbe a vedere come sto e se HO BISOGNO DI QUALCOSA! So che sono concetti difficili per te, ma la maggior parte degli uomini che abitano sulla terra sanno di cosa parlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chissà magari un giorno ti arriverà la partecipazione del mio matrimonio. Un giorno troverò&amp;nbsp; una persona che mi amerà per quello che sono senza far TROPPA FATICA!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7964545122798241285?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7964545122798241285/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7964545122798241285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7964545122798241285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7964545122798241285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sono-tornata.html' title='::Sono tornata::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3592020903527076098</id><published>2008-08-30T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:20:07.962+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Reginella::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;La canzone più bella interpretata da Roberto Murolo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;T'aggio voluto bene&lt;br /&gt;tu m'hai voluto bbene a me&lt;br /&gt;mo nun 'nce amammo cchiù&lt;br /&gt;ma a vvote distrattamente pienzo a te..."&lt;br /&gt;A' l'una senza luna&lt;br /&gt;senza te e senza la mia stella&lt;br /&gt;dopo non l'ho cantata più&lt;br /&gt;la tua canzone Reginella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti dissi proprio un'idiozia&lt;br /&gt;forse per farti torto&lt;br /&gt;quando ti urlai che era durata pure troppo...&lt;br /&gt;il cuore lo trovai in corsia&lt;br /&gt;caduto mezzo morto&lt;br /&gt;poi si rialzà ma restà zoppo&lt;br /&gt;a vita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicevi di essere di Napoli&lt;br /&gt;ma non c'eri mai stata&lt;br /&gt;e se si usciva avevi sempre su&lt;br /&gt;qualcosa un po' scollata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche quei nomi che inventai&lt;br /&gt;quando li pronunciavo&lt;br /&gt;non era per chiamarti ma per sospirarli...&lt;br /&gt;nemmeno un gatto ti comprai&lt;br /&gt;o un uccellino schiavo&lt;br /&gt;compagno di segreti&lt;br /&gt;per imprigionarli&lt;br /&gt;fabbricai le reti&lt;br /&gt;ma una bella gabbia no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo so Regine'&lt;br /&gt;che mi hai voluto bene&lt;br /&gt;forse più di me&lt;br /&gt;e quello ti rimane&lt;br /&gt;sopra il letto delle nostre cene&lt;br /&gt;non c'era un granchè&lt;br /&gt;c'eri tu Regine'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma perchè hai dato un po' di te&lt;br /&gt;a ognuna delle altre donne&lt;br /&gt;quanto di te darai agli uomini&lt;br /&gt;per farmi stare insonne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà&amp;nbsp; se amavi proprio me&lt;br /&gt;nel tempo in cui mi hai amato&lt;br /&gt;ma proprio me hai smesso tu di amare un giorno...&lt;br /&gt;ed io incendiai tutto di te&lt;br /&gt;ma si smorzà bagnato&lt;br /&gt;dal pianto del rimpianto&lt;br /&gt;che pioveva intorno&lt;br /&gt;al mio annuncio affranto&lt;br /&gt;triste vedovo di te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sai Regine'&lt;br /&gt;che ti ho voluto bene&lt;br /&gt;e mai l'ho detto a te&lt;br /&gt;ci ho fatto una canzone&lt;br /&gt;e almeno questa ti appartiene&lt;br /&gt;come un po' di me...&lt;br /&gt;Regine'... Reginella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balla Regine' bella&lt;br /&gt;finchè vorrai ballare&lt;br /&gt;anche se il tuo re&lt;br /&gt;non ti potrà&amp;nbsp; vedere&lt;br /&gt;nel passato ti verrà&amp;nbsp; a cercare&lt;br /&gt;e dicono che se ne va&lt;br /&gt;camminando in fondo al mare&lt;br /&gt;danzando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regine'... Reginella...&lt;br /&gt;Regine'... Reginella...&lt;br /&gt;Regine'... Reginella...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3592020903527076098?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3592020903527076098/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3592020903527076098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3592020903527076098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3592020903527076098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/reginella.html' title='::Reginella::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3241600911621063951</id><published>2008-08-22T03:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:26:34.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Concerto di Renzo Arbore a Livorno::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SK4VDsnPMzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/L-58Fiukb9g/s1600-h/renzoarbore21082008210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SK4VDsnPMzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5Y_6qmkJNrE/s400-R/renzoarbore21082008210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERAMENTE UNA BELLA SERATA. 15 MUSICISTI UNO PIU' BRAVO DELL'ALTRO. BELLA SERATA. PECCATO SOLO... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; ...CHE MI SENTO SCHIFATA...INCONTRI CHE SI POSSONO FARE A LIVORNO...IO AVREI UN MESSAGGIO PER SUA MAESTA':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; &lt;b&gt;STASERA CI SIAMO RIVISTI DOPO TANTO TEMPO. LIVORNO E' PICCOLA, PRIMA O POI SAREBBE SUCCESSO. CON QUEL TUO SORRISETTO FALSO MI HAI FATTO CAPIRE CHE NON HO PERSO NIENTE DI BUONO QUANDO TE NE SEI ANDATO SENZA VOLTARTI INDIETRO. LA VITA CI RISERVA SORPRESE MIO CARO. IO TI HO DATO TANTO E SAI BENISSIMO CHE TUTTO QUELLO CHE HAI LO DEVI ANCHE A ME E ALLE MIE "BUONE PAROLE" SPESE NEI TUOI CONFRONTI CON CHI CONTAVA. NON MI SONO MAI ASPETTATA NIENTE IN CAMBIO. NON AVREI MAI PENSATO CHE UN GIORNO MI AVRESTI MOSTRATO LA TUA SUPERIORITA'. SEI DIVENTATO RICCO, FAMOSO, SPOSATO E PURE STRONZO. NON AVEVO DUBBI SU TUTTE QUESTE COSE, TRANNE L'ULTIMA. D'ORA IN POI ASPETTERO' ANCHE TE SEDUTA IN RIVA AL FIUME. LA SALITA L'HAI FATTA PER MERITO MIO E CON ME, LA DISCESA LA FARAI DA SOLO MA IO SARO' LI' A GUARDARTI, NON MI PERDEREI LA SCENA PER NIENTE AL MONDO! MI AUGURO CHE QUESTO MESSAGGIO TI ARRIVI IN QUALCHE MODO. ANCHE NEL WEB, COME A LIVORNO, LE VOCI CORRONO E I MESSAGGI VENGONO RECAPITATI AL DESTINATARIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3241600911621063951?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3241600911621063951/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3241600911621063951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3241600911621063951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3241600911621063951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/concerto-di-renzo-arbore-livorno.html' title='::Concerto di Renzo Arbore a Livorno::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SK4VDsnPMzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5Y_6qmkJNrE/s72-Rc/renzoarbore21082008210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6831553387360021059</id><published>2008-08-16T06:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T06:19:36.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin Rossdale - Forever May You Run (Sophie's Lounge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/evY110wLe0E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/evY110wLe0E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;perchè negli states esistono queste trasmissioni musicali e in Italia quelle poche che ci sono si sognano di produrre qualità simile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6831553387360021059?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6831553387360021059/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6831553387360021059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6831553387360021059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6831553387360021059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/gavin-rossdale-forever-may-you-run.html' title='Gavin Rossdale - Forever May You Run (Sophie&amp;#39;s Lounge)'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4691247930563844470</id><published>2008-08-12T18:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:04:15.672+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::EVVIVA LIVORNO::</title><content type='html'>Dé Maddé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé boia dé maddé guarda lui lì&lt;br /&gt;maddè bello, figu vieni vì.&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé boia dé maddé dici a me&lt;br /&gt;invece te, ma se un ti fai mai vedé.&lt;br /&gt;E questo non è un mantra tibetano&lt;br /&gt;né un coro di preghiera musulmano&lt;br /&gt;non è buddismo indiano o giapponese&lt;br /&gt;ma è quello che ti dice un livornese.&lt;br /&gt;Se vai nella città dei Quattro mori&lt;br /&gt;dove il libeccio spettina i signori&lt;br /&gt;e giri per le strade intorno al porto&lt;br /&gt;ti giuro amore un giorno ti ci porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentire...&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé boia dé maddé guarda lui lì&lt;br /&gt;maddè bello, figu vieni vì.&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé boia dé maddé dici a me&lt;br /&gt;invece te, ma se un ti fai mai vedé.&lt;br /&gt;E questo non si dice in sinagoga&lt;br /&gt;non lo dice Don Abbondio con la toga&lt;br /&gt;non lo canta la tribù degli zulù&lt;br /&gt;non è il sabba delle streghe né il voodoo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma se vai nella città che io amo tanto&lt;br /&gt;quella col cuore tinto d'amaranto&lt;br /&gt;e giri per le strade del mercato&lt;br /&gt;hai visto amore poi ti c'ho portato...&lt;br /&gt;E si va nella mia città&lt;br /&gt;cacciucco e baccalà, del Livorno in serie A&lt;br /&gt;5 e 5 a volontà, della Izzeri e Cianciua&lt;br /&gt;e der budello di tu mà, la mia la lasci stà.&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé maddé ma boia dé&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé maddé ma boia dé&lt;br /&gt;E dicono che questa è la più strana&lt;br /&gt;tra tutte le città della Toscana&lt;br /&gt;per via di quella legge livornina&lt;br /&gt;che pressappoco sai cosa diceva.&lt;br /&gt;Qualunque culto razza o religione&lt;br /&gt;vieni a Livorno ti ci trovi bene&lt;br /&gt;anche se sei del posto più lontano&lt;br /&gt;basta che tu non sia un pisano&lt;br /&gt;E si va nella mia città&lt;br /&gt;cacciucco e baccalà, del Livorno in serie A&lt;br /&gt;del budello di tu mà, 5 e 5 a volontà&lt;br /&gt;c'è Antignano, c'è Corea,&lt;br /&gt;c'era la Izzeri e Cianciua&lt;br /&gt;le 'atene ai portuali ed i ponci dar Civili&lt;br /&gt;le pottine in baracchina,&lt;br /&gt;Vernacoliere fino in Cina&lt;br /&gt;ci s'ha pure il grattacielo,&lt;br /&gt;la Madonna a Montinero&lt;br /&gt;e da tutta la città si alza un grido Pisa merda&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé maddé ma boia dé&lt;br /&gt;Dé maddé maddé ma boia dé.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;by Licantropi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4691247930563844470?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4691247930563844470/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4691247930563844470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4691247930563844470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4691247930563844470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/evviva-livorno.html' title='::EVVIVA LIVORNO::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5272714211653388943</id><published>2008-08-05T17:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T18:11:20.827+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>::La Musica dell'estate 2008::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SJhwPwmlQTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/V2WivpYhgcI/s1600-h/238687viy2k8smnh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SJhwPwmlQTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QeSuvkhTNfg/s320-R/238687viy2k8smnh.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quali sono le canzoni che mi ricorderanno questa estate? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quali sono le canzoni che ho ripreso dal passato per farmi compagnia in questi giorni caldi?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iniziamo con le hit del momento, quelle che mi piacciono di più sono:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;SERGIO MENDES FEAT. WILL I AM &amp;amp; SIEDAH GARRETT - FUNKY BAHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GIUSY FERRERI - NON TI SCORDAR MAI DI ME&lt;/span&gt; (l'ho ascoltata la prima volta dentro ad un supermercato a Milano. Ho subito pensato che le parole le avessero prese dalla mia testa e dal mio cuore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;ALL SAINTS - CHICK FIT&lt;/span&gt; (bello il video, bello il ritmo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JAKOB DYLAN - SOMETHING GOOD THIS WAY COMES&lt;/span&gt; (qualcosa di bello sta venendo da questa parte...speriamo Jakob!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;ESTELLE FEAT. KANYE WEST - AMERICAN BOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MADONNA FEAT. PHARRELL - GIVE IT 2 ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;ALANIS MORISSETTE - UNDERNEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GABRIELLA CILMI - SWEET ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;JASON MARZ - I'M YOURS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAVIN ROSSDALE - LOVE REMAINS THE SAME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;MAROON 5 FEAT. RIHANNA - IF I NEVER SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CESARE CREMONINI - DICONO DI ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;SARA BAREILLES - LOVE SONG&lt;/span&gt; (I’m not gonna write you to stay, If all you have is leaving, I’m gonna need a better Reason to write you a love song today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENRICO NIGIOTTI - ADDIO&lt;/span&gt; (forza Livorno!! anche lui ha scritto questa canzone ispirandosi  ai miei sentimenti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;THE KOOKS - SHINE ON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MICHAEL BUBLE' - IT HAD BETTER BE TONIGHT (MEGLIO STASERA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;L'AURA - COS'E'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div face="&amp;quot;" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;e queste quelle che ho recuperato dal passato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;BOB MARLEY - COULD YOU BE LOVED&lt;/span&gt; (può essere una domanda o un'affermazione, in ogni caso mi piace quello che dice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;PAUL MC CARTNEY - LIVE AND LET DIE&lt;/span&gt; (è la colonna sonora di "Ossessione, No Passione", il libro che sto scrivendo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;DOLCENERA - MAI PIU' NOI DUE&lt;/span&gt; (è la realtà. Accettarla è l'unica mia salvezza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;NIKKA COSTA - ON MY OWN&lt;/span&gt; (è la canzone che mi ha accompagna all'ospedale ogni volta. In quella sala operatoria ci sono solo io.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;RAFFAELLA CARRA' - SONO NERA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;BOB DYLAN - SWEETHEART LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;THE CURE - LULLABY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(11, 83, 148);"&gt;JOHN LENNON - WORKING CLASS HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK - KEEP ON SMILIN' &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(brindiamo al mio nuovo sorriso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;;&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAVIN ROSSDALE - WANDERLUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(56, 118, 29);"&gt;NATE JAMES - KINGDOM FALLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;JAKOB DYLAN - SEEING THINGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5272714211653388943?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5272714211653388943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5272714211653388943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5272714211653388943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5272714211653388943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-musica-dellestate-2008.html' title='::La Musica dell&apos;estate 2008::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SJhwPwmlQTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QeSuvkhTNfg/s72-Rc/238687viy2k8smnh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5887671250661668500</id><published>2008-07-31T01:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:01:45.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Grazie Francesco::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 255); background-color: rgb(207, 226, 243);"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lentamente muore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lentamente muore chi diventa &lt;b&gt;schiavo dell'abitudine&lt;/b&gt;, ripetendo ogni&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;giorno gli &lt;b&gt;stessi percorsi&lt;/b&gt;, chi non cambia la marca,&lt;b&gt; chi non&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;rischia&lt;/b&gt; e cambia colore dei vestiti, &lt;b&gt;chi non parla a chi non conosce.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Muore lentamente chi &lt;b&gt;evita una passione&lt;/b&gt;, chi preferisce il nero su&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;bianco e i puntini sulle "i" piuttosto che &lt;b&gt;un insieme di emozioni&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;proprio quelle che fanno &lt;b&gt;brillare gli occhi&lt;/b&gt;, quelle che fanno di uno&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;sbadiglio un sorriso, quelle che fanno &lt;b&gt;battere il cuore davanti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all'errore e ai sentimenti.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lentamente muore chi non capovolge il tavolo, chi è infelice sul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;lavoro, &lt;b&gt;chi non rischia la certezza per l'incertezza&lt;/b&gt;, per inseguire un&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;sogno, chi non si permette almeno una volta nella vita di fuggire ai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;consigli sensati. Lentamente muore chi non viaggia, &lt;b&gt;chi non legge&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;chi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;non ascolta musica&lt;/b&gt;, chi non trova grazia in se stesso. Muore lentamente&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;chi&lt;b&gt; distrugge l'amor proprio&lt;/b&gt;, chi non si lascia aiutare; &lt;b&gt;chi passa i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;giorni a lamentarsi della propria sfortuna o della pioggia incessante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Lentamente muore chi abbandona un progetto prima di iniziarlo, &lt;b&gt;chi non&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fa domande sugli argomenti che non conosce&lt;/b&gt;, chi non risponde quando gli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;chiedono qualcosa che conosce.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi&lt;/b&gt;, ricordando sempre che &lt;b&gt;essere vivo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;richiede uno sforzo&lt;/b&gt; di gran lunga maggiore del semplice fatto di&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;respirare&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Soltanto&lt;b&gt; l'ardente pazienza&lt;/b&gt; porterà al raggiungimento di &lt;b&gt;una splendida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;felicità.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Pablo Neruda) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5887671250661668500?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5887671250661668500/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5887671250661668500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5887671250661668500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5887671250661668500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/grazie-francesco.html' title='::Grazie Francesco::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4301900639839953627</id><published>2008-07-25T16:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:13:04.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Regalare sorrisi::</title><content type='html'>Non pensavo di avere questo potere magico. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non sarei stata in grado di capirlo prima&lt;/span&gt;. Però adesso che l'ho scoperto difficilmente lo abbandonerò. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Regalare sorrisi e speranze&lt;/span&gt; a persone è la cosa che mi riempie di soddisfazione e di energia nuova... Che bello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;dal forum &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.labiopalatoschisi.eu"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 35px;" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m264/bluesky771/logo-default-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;span class="sb_messagebody"&gt;Ben venuta Marina! Sono Ilaria sono romana e aspetto da un pò più di 6 mesi Leonardo....sembra abbia una lps monolaterale sinistra. Grazie mille per la tua testimonianza e le fotografie che ci hai mandato per me sono davvero rassicuranti!se questo è il risultato sono più tranquilla!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="sb_messagebody"&gt;...sei davvero carina e vedrai che troverai la tua anima gemella non tanto per le tue nuove labbra (sicuramente attraenti) ma per la nuova sicurezza e gioia che questa operazione ti ha regalato. A presto Ila&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' una sensazione splendida. Forse ho iniziato troppo tardi a fare del bene in questo modo, ma meglio tardi che mai. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altro che contare sms e chiamate....ma vada via el ciap!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4301900639839953627?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4301900639839953627/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4301900639839953627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4301900639839953627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4301900639839953627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/regalare-sorrisi.html' title='::Regalare sorrisi::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-1612169191538004841</id><published>2008-07-24T01:30:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:20:38.823+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uomini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Che palle...ancora???::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIe_KocIyKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/XAtBSuSiHfc/s1600-h/36_1_30.gif" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIe_KocIyKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2Muvl4nGqUg/s320-R/36_1_30.gif" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E' l'una e trenta della notte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dovrei essere a letto a riposare. Meno di una settimana fa ero sotto i ferri, ed invece sono ancora in piedi, ma soprattutto sono in giro a far danni. A fare quelle cose che ormai pensavo superate. In che guaio mi sono cacciata 4 anni fa????? Ma perchè non mi hanno rinnovato il contratto su CDLIVE invece di mandarmi nell'altra produzione? E' proprio il caso di citare il titolo del film di Verdone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MALEDETTO IL GIORNO CHE TI HO INCONTRATO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sapevo che ci voleva del tempo, ma io pensavo che dopo aver subito l'operazione  la mia sicurezza avrebbe accelerato i tempi. Invece eccomi di nuovo qui a fare i soliti discorsi. La cosa che adesso mi fa di più arrabbiare è la mia consapevolezza del fatto che lui sia uno STRONZO e che non mi meriti. Mi incavolo perchè non capisco cosa continuo a cercarlo. &lt;b&gt;Dovrei essere io ad evitarlo e lui ad implorare la mia considerazione&lt;/b&gt;. Questa sarebbe la situazione che doveva crearsi. Invece no. E' tutto l'opposto. Lui adesso, non solo si svuota le palle con altre, ma condivide anche le altre cose che faceva con me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(39, 78, 19);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tutto ciò mi manda in bestia. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non riesco ad essere indifferente e a dire solo "Chissenefrega!". No, io mi incazzo di brutto e inizio a cercarlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto siamo stupidi noi esseri umani. Diciamo sempre che le bestie non hanno cervello. Loro però non hanno di questi problemi. E' mai possibile che nel 2008 nn esista una pillola che faccia dimenticare una persona? C'era un film con Jim Carey che faceva vedere che anche la chimica non serviva a molto... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su internet poi, si trova di tutto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maldamore.it/distacco_totale.htm"&gt;www.maldamore.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in questa pagina viene spiegato il &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISTACCO TOTALE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inizia tutto con una citazione FAVOLOSA: &lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nelle favole c'è un filtro magico che ti fa addormentare. Ti svegli e ti innamori della prima persona che vedi. È la più geniale metafora dell'amore che sia stata concepita. L'amore è cieco, inspiegabile e crudele. Ed è anche precario. Nulla di così insensato può mai durare a lungo. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Acqua di mare di Charles Simmons) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Io voglio il filtro magico per dimenticare la prima persona che mi viene in mente quando mi sveglio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Questo tipo di distacco è maggiormente utile se viene messe in atto da &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;entrambi &lt;/span&gt;i componenti della coppia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beh, il primo punto non presenta problemi. E' talmente ansioso che non si farà più sentire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il distacco totale presuppone che &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;non ci siano contatti&lt;/span&gt; di nessun genere, sia di persona che tramite  terzi o tramite email, sms, telefonate,  ecc….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Al momento siamo distanti più di 300 km. Questo dovrebbe aiutare. Poi da settembre lavoreremo in sedi diverse. Credo che l'oretta di andata e ritorno in mezzo al traffico, che dovrò percorrere per raggiungere i nuovi studi, non mi faranno rabbia se serviranno a qualcosa. Mi spaventano un pochino i "terzi". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il distacco totale  è la via migliore per &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;superare il  dolore del distacco,&lt;/span&gt; quando si è lasciati dal proprio partner, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;senza  umiliarci pregandoli di tornare sui loro passi (in realtà allontanandoli  ancora di più da noi).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ed io non voglio più sentirmi umiliata come in questo momento. Non sono stata sotto i ferri più di due ore per tornare a provare le stesse delusioni.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Essi richiedono &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;estrema determinazione &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;procurano ulteriore sofferenza &lt;/span&gt;rispetto a quella già accumulata con la fine della relazione ma sono essenziali nel superare definitivamente il proprio dolore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aggiungiamoci pure il dolore dell'intervento, il fatto che è da 6 gg che non fumo e non so se e quando riprenderò a farlo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Và effettuato con la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;giusta motivazione&lt;/span&gt;. Il distacco totale non deve essere usato come strategia al fine di far sentire all'altro &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;la nostra mancanza&lt;/span&gt; e quindi rendere &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;possibile un ritorno&lt;/span&gt;. In questo caso vi procurerebbe solo&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt; ulteriore dolore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ho sempre pensato a fargli sentire la mia mancanza...e sbagliavo. Adesso voglio solo che sparisca dalla mia mente e dal mio cuore, anche a costo di non rivederlo mai più. BASTA PER ME!!! Sembro convinta, vero? Speriamo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Il distacco totale serve anche a mantenere una personale dignità, perché non darete mai al vostro ex la gratificazione di sapere che siete ancora  coinvolti e sconvolti dalla fine del rapporto. Questo tipo di distacco &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;vi permetterà di non pregarli di tornare  indietro&lt;/span&gt;; di non dire  cose che non vorreste dire, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;di non fargli vedere che  state male&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi sembra un sogno...ma davvero un giorno raggiungerò questo risultato?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spesso si afferma che una relazione pur essendo finita da diverso tempo non ci si riesce a superare il dolore o a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;finire di sperare&lt;/span&gt;. In questo caso sono del parere che dal punto di vista psicologico la fine della relazione avviene solo nel momento in cui volenti o nolenti c'è un distacco totale. Prima di quel momento, con qualsiasi altro tipo di distacco, non si è posto ancora, psicologicamente, la parola fine. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;EVVIVA IL DISTACCO TOTALE...lo voglio subito... si trova al supermercato??? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ringrazio il Dott. Roberto Cavaliere per questa spiegazione, ma le cose non sono così semplici. Specialmente quando ci sono queste serate tristi...capitano a tutti d'altronde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Potrei riderci su e pensare che tutto questo mi può aiutare nello scrivere "&lt;a href="http://www.ossessionenopassione.net/"&gt;Ossessione, No Passione&lt;/a&gt;", ma purtroppo quando mi prende male è un Male con la M maiuscola. Ho poca voglia di scherzare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi tirerebbe su un bel viaggetto in Corsica...magari raggiungere qualcuno tra una settimanetta, punti e cicatrici permettendo. Non esiste! Prima di tre settimane niente sole...vietato! Altrimenti Gatti si rabbia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dai su, un piccolo sorriso (storto e con i punti che tirano) è uscito fuori alla fine di questo Post. Meglio che stare sdraiata a letto con il cellulare in mano nella speranza che "M.S.", come lo chiama il Rosso (ahahahah questo si che mi fa ridere), trovi un lume di ragione e sentimento dentro il suo corpo e si faccia sentire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;CHE BARBA... CHE NOIA...tutto il male non vien per nuocere e soprattutto la vita è ancora lunga, presto la sentirò anche io la stanchezza che mi farà sedere in riva al fiume in attesa che passi ,di li a qualche anno ,la mia soddisfazione!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-1612169191538004841?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1612169191538004841/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=1612169191538004841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/1612169191538004841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/1612169191538004841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/che-palleancora.html' title='::Che palle...ancora???::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIe_KocIyKI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2Muvl4nGqUg/s72-Rc/36_1_30.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-969796972566205111</id><published>2008-07-23T12:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:21:17.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proecontro'/><title type='text'>::Pro&amp;Contro AGGIORNAMENTO::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pro-contro.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGUmpgS70PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ndCRVg0oG5g/s400/PROECONTRO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216618237864431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Ho sempre voluto avere un cane mio. Adesso c'è Oliver nella mia vita. So cosa significa ricevere l'affetto da un bel cagnolino. So quanto impegno richiede tenere un cane in casa ed essere l'unica a doversene occupare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sono partita a 19 anni da Livorno per Londra. Volevo lavorare nel mondo dello spettacolo. La maggior parte delle persone che conoscevo pensavano che sarei rientrata in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt; con la coda fra le gambe. Adesso, all'età di 31 anni, vivo ancora fuori casa e ho accumulato un'esperienza invidiabile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;, ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;, RAI e chi più ne ha più ne metta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ho una famiglia che mi vuole bene. Posso contare sul loro appoggio quando voglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ho un fratello felice insieme alla sua mogliettina Francesca. Tra meno di un mese diventerò zia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ho tante amicizie, sia donne che uomini. Non passa serata che non trovi qualche richiesta per un cinema, per una pizza o per fare altro... Mi reputo una persona piacevole. Riesco ad ascoltare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perché&lt;/span&gt; mi piace farlo. Difficile sentirmi sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ho un seno che viene invidiato sia da quelle che se lo sono rifatto, sia da quelle che lo hanno naturale e anche da alcuni uomini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ho qualche kilo di troppo per i canoni moderni. Non è un grosso problema per me; sono sicura di avere i miei pregi lo stesso. Chi non apprezza può tranquillamente girarsi dall'altra parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ho un nuovo sorriso e finalmente mi sento libera. Ho trovato coraggio ed ho affrontato l'ultima operazione, quella che ha chiuso il cerchio, quella che mi rende una persona uguale alle altre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Desidero sempre meno la persona che non ricambia i miei sentimenti. Non dico di odiarlo, però sento che il momento del calcio nel sedere è vicino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ho deciso di scrivere un libro. Sento le stesse vibrazioni di quando avevo 19 anni. Credo di avere le qualità e voglio portarlo a termine a tutti i costi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;CONTRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ho grossi rimpianti sulle scelte fatte che riguardano la mia carriera lavorativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Non riesco a mantenermi da sola con quello che guadagno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Non ho una casa mia. Sono in affitto perenne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sono pigra da morire. Piuttosto che spostare la macchina, una volta trovato un buon parcheggio, resto a casa da sola come una scema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Non so cosa significa "amare ed essere amati".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ho "paura" di non riuscire ad affrontare al meglio la mia nuova avventura lavorativa. Sono troppo sicura delle mie capacità; sarà difficile non giudicare e criticare il lavoro di chi è sopra di me senza meriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-969796972566205111?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/969796972566205111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=969796972566205111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/969796972566205111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/969796972566205111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/pro-agg.html' title='::Pro&amp;Contro AGGIORNAMENTO::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGUmpgS70PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ndCRVg0oG5g/s72-c/PROECONTRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-9098331271128582058</id><published>2008-07-22T23:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:07:06.817+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Posso essere amata? La risposta è Sì!::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIZYJw8QnJI/AAAAAAAAATs/szI27Whe5YA/s1600-h/536808jaya1ipb0y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIZYJw8QnJI/AAAAAAAAATs/N30ZEtSooPI/s320-R/536808jaya1ipb0y.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; background-color: rgb(255, 0, 255); font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COULD YOU BE LOVED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Don't let them fool you &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; Or even try to school you, oh! no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Wève got a mind of our own &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; So go to hell if what yoùre thinking is not right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Love would never leave us alone &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; In the darkness there must come out to light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt; &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; The road of life is rocky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; And you may stumble too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; So while you point your fingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Someone else is judging you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Love your brotherman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be, could you be, could you be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be, could you be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Don't let them change you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Or even rearrange you, oh! no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Wève got a life to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; They say only, only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Stay alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be loved and be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; You ain't gonna miss your water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Until your well runs dry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; No matter how you treat him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; The man will never be satisfied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be, could you be, could you be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be, could you be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Could you be, could you be loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Say something, say something, say something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Say something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Reggae, reggae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Say something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Rockers, rookers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Say something could you be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: rgb(39, 78, 19);"&gt;BOB MARLEY&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-9098331271128582058?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9098331271128582058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=9098331271128582058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9098331271128582058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9098331271128582058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/posso-essere-amata-la-risposta-s.html' title='::Posso essere amata? La risposta è Sì!::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIZYJw8QnJI/AAAAAAAAATs/N30ZEtSooPI/s72-Rc/536808jaya1ipb0y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3081210635302298342</id><published>2008-07-19T10:02:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:27:15.407+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>::Operazione &amp; Liberazione::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIGkP5a4AgI/AAAAAAAAATM/FJTdn33WXKQ/s1600-h/221759hhta6a08mq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIGkP5a4AgI/AAAAAAAAATM/DOJi8mJnmAA/s400-R/221759hhta6a08mq.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finalmente sono a casa. Rispetto alle altre volte è andata molto bene.&lt;br /&gt;Ho dormito solo due notti in ospedale. Quella prima dell'intervento avrò chiuso gli occhi solo per un paio d'ore anche grazie all'incazzatura provocata da persone, anzi da una persona, che per fortuna sua non conosce cosa sia il dolore. Per colpa di una persona che non è mai stata presente e vicino a me, ne con il fisico e tanto meno con la testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;La sera dell'intervento invece ho dormito tre ore, dalle 3 alle 6. Ma quello che c'è stato prima è stato incubo allo stato puro. Avevo smania, non volevo stare ferma ma non potevo certo andare in giro a ballare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt; ormai il peggio è passato. Ce l'ho fatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SInga2z4vFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/9XrmGlZY4Hs/s1600-h/Labiopalatoschisi+_+AISMEL+_+Centro+Regionale+di+Riferimento+Toscana,+Ospedale+Cisanello,+Pisa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; float: right; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SInga2z4vFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/6gMaax9UJ2o/s400-R/Labiopalatoschisi+_+AISMEL+_+Centro+Regionale+di+Riferimento+Toscana,+Ospedale+Cisanello,+Pisa.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mi sono liberata da un peso che mi portavo dietro ormai da troppi anni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vorrei ringraziare il Dr. Gatti e tutto lo staff medico del reparto di Chirurgia Plastica di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cisanello&lt;/span&gt; (Pisa) e soprattutto i medici Daniele e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prima di portarmi in sala operatoria e prima di mettermi l'anestesia (e quindi bucarmi il braccio), dato che ero un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt; tesa, mi hanno chiesto di raccontare qualcosa di bello; la prima domanda è stata: "Parlaci del tuo fidanzato!" al che ho sentito il formicolio ai miei piedi aumentare. Poi l'anestesista più giovane mi ha chiesto: "Dai allora raccontaci te qualcosa di bello", l'avesse mai chiesto!! Ho iniziato a parlare di Londra, del mio lavoro. Dopo pochi secondi mi sono ritrovata circondata da tutti i medici della sala operatoria che mi chiedevano se conoscevo questo o quello, cosa facevo di preciso, se lavoravo a Milano e Roma ecc... Fatto sta che mi hanno infilato l'ago della mano per l'anestesia e non ho sentito niente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perchè&lt;/span&gt; ero distratta: stavo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parlando&lt;/span&gt; con Gustavo detto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gus&lt;/span&gt; (pronunciato con la A).&lt;/div&gt;Ieri quando ho incontrato il mio medico per la visita di routine, io ero in giro per i corridoi, mentre lui era già dentro la mia stanza. Sono entrata e gli ho detto: "Mi manda a casa, vero?, lo vede che sono già guarita? Ero in giro a fare conversazione". Lui sorridendo mi ha congedata. Ieri sono rientrata a casa e ho dormito tutto il giorno e la notte, per fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso inizio a sentire un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pò&lt;/span&gt; di stanchezza, il letto mi attende. Prima però vorrei segnalarvi un'iniziativa alla quale tengo particolarmente e che d'ora in poi sosterrò con tutte le mie forze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.labiopalatoschisi.eu/templates/ja_mercury/images/logo-default.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labiopalatoschisi.eu/index.php"&gt;www.labiopalatoschisi.eu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3081210635302298342?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3081210635302298342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3081210635302298342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3081210635302298342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3081210635302298342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/operazione-liberazione.html' title='::Operazione &amp; Liberazione::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SIGkP5a4AgI/AAAAAAAAATM/DOJi8mJnmAA/s72-Rc/221759hhta6a08mq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8061177766712928409</id><published>2008-07-08T04:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:48:27.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>::Oliver e i suoi giochi::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: left; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m264/bluesky771/07072008109-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m264/bluesky771/07072008109-1.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ; width: 407px; height: 323px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oliver con il suo nuovo gioco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E' un pupazzo più grande di lui, il suo nome è Pippa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8061177766712928409?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8061177766712928409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8061177766712928409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8061177766712928409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8061177766712928409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/oliver-e-i-suoi-giochi.html' title='::Oliver e i suoi giochi::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2423304316101460253</id><published>2008-07-05T02:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:52:07.077+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Mio desiderio::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SG7Eszfi3iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tKdxdoKPsWA/s1600-h/165517cd76x3l56v.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219325292184788514" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SG7Eszfi3iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tKdxdoKPsWA/s400/165517cd76x3l56v.jpg" style="cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some people said, if I could only care for youSome people said, he will never love againSome people said, you can see it in his eyesHe keeps it all inside and yet . . . .Some people say, in time, we all teach ourselves to live this wayAnd for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thousand days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was lost&lt;/span&gt;I thought never to be found,Underground&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And don't you think I'm ready now?&lt;/span&gt;So please send me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone to love&lt;/span&gt; . . .&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;send me someone&lt;/span&gt;, someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As much as I loved you&lt;/span&gt;(The way I loved you, darlin')Please, please send me someone, someone to lovePlease send me someoneAny time, any day, any time, any day nowAny time any day, any time, any day nowPlease, please send me someoneJust to hold me now that you're gone&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Some people say, "I hope you know I'm there for you"Some of the people said - nothing,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And nothing was just fine&lt;/span&gt;(You know how I get sometimes . . .)And for a thousand days, I was lostI said, "Heaven knows I'm ready to be found",UndergroundBut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm ready now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So please send me someone to love&lt;/span&gt;Please send me someone, someone to loveAs much as I loved youPlease, please send me someone, someone to lovePlease send me someonePlease send me someoneAny time any day any time any day nowAny time any day any time any day nowPlease, please send me someoneSo say that you will, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the nights are long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without our song to sing&lt;/span&gt;Just search the clouds until . . . untilSo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say that you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me right from wrong,&lt;/span&gt;Without our song to singJust &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;search the clouds&lt;/span&gt; until . . . untilAnd Darlin' darlin' though I can't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;replace you&lt;/span&gt;, there's aspace in my heart&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A space that you left in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just give me something that will pull me back from the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh send me someone like you&lt;/span&gt;Darlin' darlin' no I can't replace you, there's a space in my heartA space that you left in my heartJust give me something that will pull me back from the bluePlease send me someone to loveGEORGE MICHAEL&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/28674097-2423304316101460253?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2423304316101460253/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2423304316101460253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2423304316101460253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2423304316101460253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/mio-desiderio.html' title='::Mio desiderio::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SG7Eszfi3iI/AAAAAAAAAR8/tKdxdoKPsWA/s72-c/165517cd76x3l56v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5102229024327422297</id><published>2008-07-03T00:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:02:25.441+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>::Ossessione, No Passione::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ossessionenopassione.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGwDrMy2XZI/AAAAAAAAARs/EyM8OADB58Q/s320/OSSNOPASS+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218550108919324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' iniziata questa nuova avventura...ho deciso di scrivere un libro thriller e di seguire tutte le vicende annesse e connesse tramite un &lt;a href="http://ossessionenopassione.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5102229024327422297?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://ossessionenopassione.blogspot.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5102229024327422297/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5102229024327422297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5102229024327422297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5102229024327422297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ossessione-no-passione.html' title='::Ossessione, No Passione::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGwDrMy2XZI/AAAAAAAAARs/EyM8OADB58Q/s72-c/OSSNOPASS+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7870289548517028151</id><published>2008-07-01T00:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:42:04.821+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Difficoltà::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGljzb389RI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BGeC2pHvS2Q/s1600-h/524806c82yv6avc6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Contro::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pro-contro.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGUmpgS70PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ndCRVg0oG5g/s400/PROECONTRO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216618237864431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oggi voglio inaugurare una nuova rubrica. Il titolo è Pro &amp;amp; Contro. E' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;semplicemente&lt;/span&gt; una lista di quello che c'è di bello nella mia vita e quello che invece fa schifo. Non è stato testato psicologicamente, ma io credo nel suo effetto positivo. Se la parte "Pro" è maggiore significa che la mia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;autostima&lt;/span&gt; è apposto. Se è l'opposto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;significa&lt;/span&gt; che non va per niente bene e che devo porre rimedio in qualche modo. Ogni volta che vorrò, potrò aggiornarla per capire come sta andando avanti la mia vita. Chiedo a chiunque voglia condividere questo esperimento di lasciare un commento per farmi sapere come stanno.&lt;br /&gt;Pronti...via...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Ho sempre voluto avere un cane mio. Adesso c'è Oliver nella mia vita. So cosa significa ricevere l'affetto da un bel cagnolino. So quanto impegno richiede tenere un cane in casa ed essere l'unica ad doversene occupare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sono partita a 19 anni da Livorno per Londra. Volevo lavorare nel mondo dello spettacolo. La maggior parte delle persone che conoscevo pensavano che sarei rientrata in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt; con la coda fra le gambe. Adesso, all'età di 31 anni, vivo ancora fuori casa e ho accumulato un'esperienza invidiabile. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;, ALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;, RAI e chi più ne ha più ne metta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ho una famiglia che mi vuole bene. Posso contare sul loro appoggio quando e come voglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ho un fratello felice insieme alla sua mogliettina Francesca che tra pochi mesi mi farà diventare zia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ho tante amicizie, sia donne che uomini. Non passa serata che non trovi qualche richiesta per un cinema, per una pizza o per fare altro... Mi reputo una persona piacevole. Riesco ad ascoltare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;perché&lt;/span&gt; mi piace farlo. Difficile sentirmi sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ho un seno che viene invidiato sia da quelle che se lo sono rifatto, sia da quelle che lo hanno naturale e anche da alcuni uomini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ho qualche kilo di troppo per i canoni moderni. Non è un grosso problema per me; sono sicura di avere i miei pregi lo stesso. Chi non apprezza può tranquillamente girarsi dall'altra parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;CONTRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Desidero una persona che non ricambia i miei sentimenti. So che dovrei dimenticarlo e dedicarmi adaltre persone, ma non ci riesco. E divento ossessiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ho grossi rimpianti sulle scelte fatte che riguardano la mia carriera lavorativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Non riesco a mantenermi da sola con quello che guadagno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Non ho una casa mia. Sono in affitto perenne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sono pigra da morire. Piuttosto che spostare la macchina, una volta trovato un buon parcheggio, resto a casa da sola come una scema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Non so cosa significa "amare ed essere amati".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2715287347793529074?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2715287347793529074/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2715287347793529074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2715287347793529074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2715287347793529074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/pro-contro.html' title='::Pro &amp; Contro::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGUmpgS70PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ndCRVg0oG5g/s72-c/PROECONTRO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4838034061820499696</id><published>2008-06-27T00:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:48:25.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uomini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Perchè, perchè, perchè?::</title><content type='html'>uffa...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ci risiamo&lt;/span&gt;, la &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ricaduta &lt;/span&gt;è arrivata. Ma non è come le altre. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questa &lt;/span&gt;è quella che ti fa sentire il &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuore a pezzi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questa &lt;/span&gt;è quella di sapere di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aver sbagliato&lt;/span&gt;, ma non puoi farci niente. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questa&lt;/span&gt; è quella che vuole soltanto una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gomma&lt;/span&gt; di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancellare&lt;/span&gt; un nome dalla mia mente e dal mio cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho fatto una cosa che non dovevo fare e adesso devo pagare le conseguenze.&lt;br /&gt;Però è così &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;triste&lt;/span&gt;! Ho il groppo alla gola come una persona che sta per scoppiare a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piangere.&lt;/span&gt; Ma io non lo farò, sarebbe troppo semplice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sfogarsi&lt;/span&gt;. No, io devo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; subire&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devo stare male&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;uffa...che male il petto! Non ho voglia di fare niente. Il sorriso sembra un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ricordo lontano&lt;/span&gt;. Non ho voglia di ascoltare la musica. Non ho voglia di giocare con Oliver. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Niente&lt;/span&gt;! Sono qui seduta sotto questo condizionatore con lo sguardo nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vuoto.&lt;/span&gt; La televisione fa da sottofondo. C'è Friends su Fox. Di solito lo guardo con piacere, di solito rido. Adesso niente potrebbe farmi stare meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGQeuDI9KiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PD4JnF2USFg/s1600-h/f05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGQeuDI9KiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PD4JnF2USFg/s400/f05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216328044867562018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questi momenti sembra che non ci sia niente che possa sollevarmi, che possa distrarmi.&lt;br /&gt;C'è solo la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tristezza&lt;/span&gt; e il &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mal d'amore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Neanche il pensiero che domani tornerò a Livorno mi solleva. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non cambia niente.&lt;/span&gt; Quando tornano questo tipo di ricadute, neanche la lontananza può aiutare.&lt;br /&gt;Nel frattempo Chandler sembra intrappolato dentro ad un bancomat. L'elettricità non funziona più e le porte si sono bloccate. Però c'è una tipa con lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, io mi sento anche &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sola&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente mi hanno fatto un esempio molto interessante. Se una persona va sempre in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacanza a Sanremo&lt;/span&gt; e si trova bene, crede che l'unico posto dove si sta bene è quello.&lt;br /&gt;Io voglio cambiare posto di villeggiatura. Non ci voglio più andare a Sanremo. Voglio andare altrove per scoprire se ci si diverte lo stesso o magari di più.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio davvero provarlo.&lt;br /&gt;La prossima volta che mi capiterà di esprimere un desiderio non farò la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupida &lt;/span&gt;esprimendo lo stesso da&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4 anni&lt;/span&gt; a questa parte, cambierò...forse è il desiderio il problema. E' per quello che non si è mai avverato. Neanche il genio più bravo può farcela.&lt;br /&gt;uffa...che tristezza! che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solitudine&lt;/span&gt;...che male al cuore...che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;delusione.&lt;/span&gt;..la vita è tutto uno &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;schifo&lt;/span&gt; in questo momento. So che passerà! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ogni volta arriva e poi se ne va.&lt;/span&gt; Ma quando c'è è difficile pensare al futuro. Se poi penso a tutto quello che dovrò passare tra meno di un mese. Quanto sarebbe importante per me avere una persona accanto che mi aiuti? Ce ne saranno tante, lo so. I miei genitori in primis. Non mi faranno mancare niente. Ma il sostegno del quale parlo io è diverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BISOGNA SOFFRIRE SE BELLE SI VUOLE APPARIRE&lt;br /&gt;BISOGNA SOFFRIRE PER STAR BENE CON SE E CON GLI ALTRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4838034061820499696?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4838034061820499696/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4838034061820499696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4838034061820499696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4838034061820499696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/perch-perch-perch.html' title='::Perchè, perchè, perchè?::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGQeuDI9KiI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PD4JnF2USFg/s72-c/f05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7835008404070068837</id><published>2008-06-25T23:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:43:35.860+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>::Oliver adora la musica::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGK73OsXhNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_XaI2_wooaE/s1600-h/25062008096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGK73OsXhNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_XaI2_wooaE/s400/25062008096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215937875959842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oliver e il nuovo album di Gavin Rossdale "Wanderlust"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7835008404070068837?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7835008404070068837/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7835008404070068837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7835008404070068837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7835008404070068837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/oliver-adora-la-musica.html' title='::Oliver adora la musica::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGK73OsXhNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_XaI2_wooaE/s72-c/25062008096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6985951327512342251</id><published>2008-06-25T14:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T14:17:14.457+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='utilities'/><title type='text'>::Eccomi::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/meez" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m264/bluesky771/mz_5449897_bodyshot_300x400-1.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho creato questa mia caricatura con il programma MEEZ di &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/?special_track=nav_logo"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vi consiglio di provarlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6985951327512342251?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6985951327512342251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6985951327512342251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livorno'/><title type='text'>::Addio::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGF2pz9XKMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lsLMKSOECtw/s1600-h/enriconigiotti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGF2pz9XKMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lsLMKSOECtw/s320/enriconigiotti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215580304166037698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho scoperto, tramite MySpace, questo cantate blues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha vent'anni, si chiama &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/enriconigiotti"&gt;Enrico Nigiotti &lt;/a&gt;ed è di Livorno.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una delle voci italiane più belle degli ultimi tempi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spero di vederlo presto ospite in Mecenate da Settembre in poi...e magari di incontrarlo prima tra le vie di Livorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"ADDIO"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi ti ascolta&lt;/span&gt; e pensa a te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non mi lasci mai&lt;/span&gt; ovunque vai, ovunque sei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stella lontana, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuvola in cielo stai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e copri la luna e dietro al sole vai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sai,&lt;br /&gt;ci seguivamo in volo noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;facevamo l'amore, il sesso e poi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;intorno il &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silenzio&lt;/span&gt; che era suono per noi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E piangerai perchè non sono a casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;riderai senza di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Amore prendila &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come una scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ma mi fa male stare senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;con questa canzone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voglio avvertirti che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saremo lontani&lt;/span&gt; ma uniti per sempre io e te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ma adesso&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ho paura &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non capisco perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;forse è &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la voglia di dirti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ti Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ti Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E piangerai perchè non sono a casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e riderai senza di me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore prendila come una scusa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mi fa male stare senza te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; spaccherai tutte le porte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le spaccherai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;senza di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dormirai tutta la notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accanto a un altro &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando a me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e scoprirai di un'altra strada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per non voltarti più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;per non amarmi più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E piangerai perchè non sono a casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e riderai senza di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Amore prendila come una scusa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma mi fa male stare senza te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e spaccherai tutte le porte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le spaccherai senza di me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e dormirai tutta la notte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accanto a un altro pensando a me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e scoprirai di un'altra strada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per non voltarti più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per non amarmi più&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TI AMO&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/28674097-2799623937232999888?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2799623937232999888/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2799623937232999888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2799623937232999888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2799623937232999888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/addio.html' title='::Addio::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SGF2pz9XKMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/lsLMKSOECtw/s72-c/enriconigiotti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5872858553075087502</id><published>2008-06-24T22:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:50:49.166+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Me::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grafica4ever.splinder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v310/Serenina/aa/91d5f36c.jpg" alt="creato da .+*Sere*+." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grafica4ever.splinder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/2502/closetopuritybysubterfugemalai.jpg" alt="creato da .+*Sere*+." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grafica4ever.splinder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img438.imageshack.us/img438/4702/37777727b2d5c9f07tg.gif" alt="Labello ° " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grafica4ever.splinder.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v310/Serenina/f33a1b34.jpg" alt="creato da .+*Sere*+." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5872858553075087502?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5872858553075087502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5872858553075087502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5872858553075087502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5872858553075087502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/me.html' title='::Me::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-1109236172016263934</id><published>2008-06-21T19:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T14:51:27.757+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Lo so...sono Kattiva con me stessa::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/gASBfeYyWgE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/gASBfeYyWgE" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ora basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora dimmelo&lt;br /&gt;cosa resta&lt;br /&gt;dei miei lividi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sono stanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;di rincorrerti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tra i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silenzi &lt;/span&gt;e le immagini&lt;br /&gt;che parlano per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neanche una parola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a giustificare &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;il male che mi fai&lt;/span&gt; (Oh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neanche una parola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tradire&lt;/span&gt; l'emozione che hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come vorrei unire i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nostri battiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colmare le distanze&lt;/span&gt; come nei miracoli&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trovarti &lt;/span&gt;più &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vicino &lt;/span&gt;a me&lt;br /&gt;come vorrei unire i nostri battiti&lt;br /&gt;vedere &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la scintilla&lt;/span&gt; nei tuoi occhi lucidi&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ricominciare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e lasciare andare&lt;br /&gt;ora che so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ora lo so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che come saprei &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amarti io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessuno saprebbe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nessuno &lt;/span&gt;saprebbe mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora basta&lt;br /&gt;ora ascoltami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devo dirtelo sono al limite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non importa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se non sai perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a me importa&lt;/span&gt; che ti chiedi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cosa senti &lt;/span&gt;dentro te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neanche una parola&lt;br /&gt;a giustificare il male che mi fai&lt;br /&gt;Neanche una parola&lt;br /&gt;a tradire l'emozione che hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come vorrei unire i nostri battiti&lt;br /&gt;colmare le distanze come nei miracoli&lt;br /&gt;e trovarti più vicino a me&lt;br /&gt;come vorrei unire i nostri battiti&lt;br /&gt;vedere la scintilla nei tuoi occhi lucidi&lt;br /&gt;e ricominciare&lt;br /&gt;e lasciare andare&lt;br /&gt;ora che so&lt;br /&gt;ora lo so&lt;br /&gt;che come saprei amarti io&lt;br /&gt;nessuno saprebbe mai&lt;br /&gt;nessuno saprebbe mai...&lt;br /&gt;mai...&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai...&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai...&lt;br /&gt;mai nessuno mai&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai...nessuno mai...&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai mai mai mai mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nessuno mai...&lt;br /&gt;ora basta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIORGIA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-1109236172016263934?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/1109236172016263934/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=1109236172016263934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/1109236172016263934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/1109236172016263934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-sosono-kattiva-con-me-stessa.html' title='::Lo so...sono Kattiva con me stessa::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-774879051323553485</id><published>2008-06-21T19:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T19:43:40.270+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revival'/><title type='text'>::George live @ Net Aid::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/AKh3PeRNWyE" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/AKh3PeRNWyE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ecco, se mi dicessero che c'è la possibilità di tornare indietro nel tempo, un momento sarebbe sicuramente l'inizio di questo fantastico concerto.&lt;br /&gt;Net Aid...Wembley Stadium...London.&lt;br /&gt;In questo periodo ERO FELICE.&lt;br /&gt;Tornerei volentieri indietro ed eviterei di fare tante cavolate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-774879051323553485?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/774879051323553485/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=774879051323553485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/774879051323553485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/774879051323553485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/george-live-net-aid.html' title='::George live @ Net Aid::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8021912181283317143</id><published>2008-06-19T19:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:39:23.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uomini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavoro'/><title type='text'>::Gioco di sguardi::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFqYPGFFoUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TxjfyTzSMFI/s1600-h/mareok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFqYPGFFoUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TxjfyTzSMFI/s320/mareok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213646903732183362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente il primo giorno di mare.&lt;br /&gt;Volevo andare all'Accademia, non ho trovato parcheggio allora sono andata in una spiaggetta lì vicino.&lt;br /&gt;Che bella la sensazione del sole sulla pelle! Mi mancava tanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono trovata un bel posticino vicino al bagnasciuga...vicino a me inizialmente c'era una coppia di fidanzati. Che tristezza però...si saranno scambiati un paio di parole in un'ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi ho iniziato a sentire degli occhi puntati addosso...mi giro e mi rigiro ma non vedo nessuno di interessante. Davanti a me, verso la mia destra noto un ragazzo che mi guardava. Ecco chi era!!&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo iniziato a scambiarci degli sguardi intensi. E' stato divertente...un puro gioco di sguardi.&lt;br /&gt;Spero di rivederlo anche domani...mi piace giocare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tornata a casa ho ricevuto una telefonata sul mio futuro lavorativo. Sì, credo sia la decisione più giusta per la prossima stagione. Ci sarà tanto lavoro da fare ma sarò anche insieme a persone piacevoli.&lt;br /&gt;E poi torno a lavorare sulla musica...non è male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8021912181283317143?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8021912181283317143/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8021912181283317143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8021912181283317143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8021912181283317143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/gioco-di-sguardi.html' title='::Gioco di sguardi::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFqYPGFFoUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TxjfyTzSMFI/s72-c/mareok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8616819053018862127</id><published>2008-06-18T18:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:16:13.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revival'/><title type='text'>::Sure so Sure::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/V0_7TlXIh08" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/V0_7TlXIh08" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAKE THAT - SURE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oggi quando ero in macchina per tornare a Livorno mi è capitato di riascoltare questa canzone...che bella, ma soprattuto quanti bei ricordi risalgono alla mente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;L'unica canzone di NOBODY ELSE scritta da Gary Barlow, Mark Owen e Robbie Williams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il primo singolo estratto dall'album.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il video che mi piaceva un sacco anche se non capivo una parola di quello che dicevano. Ma soprattutto quante volte l'avrò rivisto a rallentatore per capire se Jason baciava veramente la tipa...ih ih ih....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sì, vorrei tornare indietro nel tempo...per rivivere quelle belle sensazioni che questi fab five di Manchester mi regalavano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. E cmq io alcuni passi di questo balletto ancora me li ricordo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8616819053018862127?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8616819053018862127/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8616819053018862127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8616819053018862127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8616819053018862127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/sure-so-sure.html' title='::Sure so 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7265165184560679322</id><published>2008-06-17T18:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T18:12:06.334+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>::Wanderlust::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=31494432"&gt;WanderLust Album Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che idea magnifica quella di presentare un album con un Trailer.&lt;br /&gt;Dovrebbero farlo anche in Italia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma quanto è bono Gavin?&lt;br /&gt;Cosa ci sarà dentro il baule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="386" width="430"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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avversaria. Batte Pirlo (che entrerà nel secondo tempo) e.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ma nel frattempo nella partita tra l'Olanda e Romania accade qualcosa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....finisce la partita. Ma torniamo sul campo dove si gioca ancora.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Pirlo guarda il portiere avversario....poggia il pallone sul dischetto......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....si allontana, prende una lunga rincorsa e tira.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........la palla esce.......ma l'arbitro dopo 5 mins di recupero fischia la fine e l'italia si qualifica ai quarti di finale!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFbOSPLniKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mBoAS7k7YjQ/s1600-h/pirlo416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFbOSPLniKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mBoAS7k7YjQ/s320/pirlo416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212580431436155042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-9203876104840764558?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9203876104840764558/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=9203876104840764558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9203876104840764558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9203876104840764558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/italia-vs-franciapronostico.html' title='::Italia vs Francia::Pronostico::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFbOSPLniKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/mBoAS7k7YjQ/s72-c/pirlo416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4419082827476791130</id><published>2008-06-16T13:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:23:02.230+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Should I stay or should I Go::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFZVC0FEpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hryRu9PD-6U/s1600-h/misc263.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFZVC0FEpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hryRu9PD-6U/s400/misc263.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212447125555947106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa dovrei fare adesso?&lt;br /&gt;Andare o stare? Che palle!&lt;br /&gt;Ma è mai possibile che non riesco a farmi capire? E' mai possibile che non riesca a capire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure mi sembra di essere stata CHIARA...di aver parlato (scritto) un italiano comprensibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'era una volta una bambina che credeva alle favole, adesso non ci crede più. Colpa sua? Colpa dell'età? E' proprio vero che la maturità ti porta a perdere quella voglia di sognare. Che peccato! E' così bello sognare...pensare che le cose andranno bene. Avere la speranza che un giorno tutto sarà diverso.&lt;br /&gt;Io non c'è l'ho più questa voglia. Ed è proprio per questo che adesso mi ritrovo seduta qui con un senso di vuoto. Prima mi sarei arrabbiata, avrei preso la macchina e sarei andata davanti a casa sua a fargli capire in tutti i modi che il suo comportamento era sbagliato. Adesso non mi interessa più. Se non lo capisce sono cazzi suoi...sì però che tristezza. Mi devo arrendere così solo perchè ho davanti a me la realtà?&lt;br /&gt;Sbagliando si impara, io ho imparato a non sognare più. Ad accettare la realtà per quello che è e non provare a modificarla. E' così, devo farmene una ragione.&lt;br /&gt;E' questo quello che ci si prospetta per la vecchiaia? Che tristezza...&lt;br /&gt;La vita sarà un farsene una ragione continua...ma davvero si vive meglio? Meglio il senso di impotenza che la voglia di sognare?&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza!&lt;br /&gt;La canzone che sto ascoltando adesso dice Can't Stop The World Can't Stop Desire...ennò mio caro Gavin...è possibile smettere di desiderare.&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza!&lt;br /&gt;L'unica che posso fare è provare a chiamarlo...ma per cosa? Per sentirmi dire le solite cose. Beh se mi fa stare meglio perchè no. Ci provo... Sono sicura che non mi risponderà...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...infatti! Sto meglio adesso? No!&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza!&lt;br /&gt;Non ha tutti i torti cmq...perchè devo ostinarmi. Mi ha detto già due mesi fa che oggi non sarebbe venuto con me...cosa continuo ad insistere. Forse non ho perso del tutto la mia voglia di sognare. Forse sono più ostinata di quanto credo. Però questo fa paura...brrrr. Una persona che insiste per far passare ad un'altra una bella serata...che paura! Chiunque avrebbe paura. Che scema che sono...è da denuncia cavolo. Devo stare attenta...&lt;br /&gt;...ecco adesso la rabbia inizia a salire...bene...così almeno mi sfogo e tra poco passa tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragazzi miei che dura è la vita...e tutto poi per questa stronzate. Abbiamo cibo e un riparo eppure l'umanità deve a tutti i costi soffrire. Non si riesce a goderci la vita e basta. No! Bisogna per forza farsi del male.&lt;br /&gt;Basterebbe fregarsene... Non vuole venire con me...Vaffanculo...peggio per lui. Si volta pagina e si continua a vivere. Invece no, io sono qui a "soffrire". A pensarci. E questo non va bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Però posso provarci almeno... cosa mi costa. Alla peggio continuo a pensarci e a stare così. Però se ci riesco, se riesco a fregarmene posso solo stare meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunque...vediamo cosa posso organizzare oggi di alternativo...&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo: fa schifo, piove e fa freddo. Esclusa la visita al parco.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping: voglia di andare in centro, spendere per l'ecopass e parcheggio zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per prima cosa devo registrare la partita su DVD a mio fratello, quella con l'Olanda che lui ha visto dal vivo. Iniziamo da quello...poi il resto arriverà automaticamente.&lt;br /&gt;Piccoli passi alla volta...e questo senso di tristezza e di vuoto se ne andrà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I Stay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Should I Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arielgraphic.splinder.com" _fcksavedurl="http://arielgraphic.splinder.com" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/6695/gabbianort6.jpg" _fcksavedurl="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/6695/gabbianort6.jpg" alt="Ariel's Graphic" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4419082827476791130?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4419082827476791130/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4419082827476791130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4419082827476791130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4419082827476791130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go.html' title='::Should I stay or should I Go::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFZVC0FEpmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hryRu9PD-6U/s72-c/misc263.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-466982039501393822</id><published>2008-06-15T19:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:08:44.367+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Non ci sono limiti alla pazzia::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFVWRfDtq3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/L9SAqPaq2Qk/s1600-h/U1554478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFVWRfDtq3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/L9SAqPaq2Qk/s320/U1554478.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212167002146057074" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho vermanete capito quanta pazzia ci sia in questo mondo. Quanto le persone che pensi di conoscere, a volte, ti spiazzino con la propria pazzia. E questo fa paura!&lt;br /&gt;Possiamo fidarci di qualcuno? Oppure è vero che possiamo fidarci solo dei nostri genitori?&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza sentire le parole uscire da quella bocca per telefono. Che pietà per lui. Sì è questo quello che provo...pietà. Purtroppo lui si godrà il tipo nella foto stasera e io rischio di non vederlo neanche per un solo secondo. Vi sembra giusto? L'ultima volta che sono stata ad un suo concerto non me la sono goduta come dovevo. Forse è per quello che domani resterò a casa...anche se il biglietto tanto desiderato mi verrà regalato da un piccione viaggiatore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHE TRISTEZZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poi il tempo qui a Milano è veramente brutto. Sembra fine ottobre. L'estate non c'è. Meglio per il caldo che avrebbe invaso questa casa che mi ospiterà solo per qualche giorno. Però il sole aiuterebbe e fare un sorriso in più.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHE SCIOCCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora qui a fidarmi delle persone che dovrebbero comportarsi da adulti, ed invece la vecchiaia li porta ad essere di nuovo bambini. Ma quanto ci ho messo a capirlo...quanto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTA no ANTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho trent'anni, e voglio continuar e a comportarmi da ragazzina. Come l'altra sera quando in macchina con D abbiamo fatto gli stupidi...andando a tutta velocità sul Viale Italia e .......&lt;br /&gt;Si è questo quello che voglio...divertirmi. Non voglio ritrovarmi certo a raggiungere gli ANTA e diventare PAZZA e tornare IMMATURA. La mia è l'età giusta per potermi divertire e allo stesso tempo prendere decisioni importanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECISIONI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta prendere decisioni che poi non mantengo. Mi fanno fare brutta figura e basta. Non voglio più comportarmi come lui. Adesso ci sono io al mondo. Sono qui a Milano perchè è una cosa che DOVEVO fare. Non sono venuta qui spinta da nessuno. La decisione è stata presa solo da me e dalle mie necessità. E d'ora in poi dovrò continuare a prendere DECISIONI e a comportarmi solo per quello che penso possa farmi del bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAROLE PAROLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come quelle scritte nel nuovo disco di Gavin Rossdale. Alcune canzoni sono proprio quelle che vorrei cantare io al mondo. Sapevo che WANDERLUST sarebbe stato un bell'album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FATTI FATTI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera resto a casa. Mi guarderò gli Europei. Non ho molta voglia di uscire. Fa pure freddo fuori ed io ho vestiti leggeri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IH IH IH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pazzia non ha confini...e secondo me è pure contagiosa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-466982039501393822?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/466982039501393822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=466982039501393822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/466982039501393822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/466982039501393822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/non-ci-sono-limiti-alla-pazzia.html' title='::Non ci sono limiti alla pazzia::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SFVWRfDtq3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/L9SAqPaq2Qk/s72-c/U1554478.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-9092551687435354350</id><published>2008-06-13T12:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:25:50.701+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libri'/><title type='text'>::Una gomma e una matita::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.qlibri.it/images/stories/jreviews/tn/tn_1507_Pochiinutilinascondigli_1209461014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.qlibri.it/images/stories/jreviews/tn/tn_1507_Pochiinutilinascondigli_1209461014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...è il titolo del primo dei sette racconti del nuovo libro di Giorgio Faletti.&lt;br /&gt;I protagonisti:&lt;br /&gt;Marco e Martina - fratello e sorella&lt;br /&gt;Matteo - il primo nipotino dei due&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ci sono altre cose che mi fanno pensare...&lt;br /&gt;...Come le canzoni, anche i libri a volte sembranno scritti solo per noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà che fine farà Ivana...lo scopriremo solo leggendo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-9092551687435354350?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9092551687435354350/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=9092551687435354350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9092551687435354350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9092551687435354350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/06/una-gomma-e-una-matita.html' title='::Una gomma e una matita::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-434071367905016900</id><published>2008-06-12T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:02:55.917+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>::Gavin @ Late Show::</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="Redlasso" height="320" width="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.redlasso.com/xdrive/WEB/vidplayer_1b/redlasso_player_b1b_deploy.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="embedId=e31049e0-cbf8-43fd-b7cd-6ccacbe23850"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.redlasso.com/xdrive/WEB/vidplayer_1b/redlasso_player_b1b_deploy.swf" flashvars="embedId=e31049e0-cbf8-43fd-b7cd-6ccacbe23850" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" name="Redlasso" height="320" width="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma da Fazio no, eh?!?!? 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEr9sSOSolI/AAAAAAAAALg/MwHmzMlmZ94/s400/36299-0181ok.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209254856255251026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1 giugno 2008&lt;br /&gt;LIVORNO&lt;br /&gt;MATRIMONIO Marco &amp;amp; Francesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina&lt;br /&gt;Ciro (l'altro testimone)&lt;br /&gt;mio fratello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGURO A TUTTI I FRATELLI E SORELLE DI PROVARE QUELLO CHE HO PROVATO IO IN QUESTO MOMENTO MENTRE SENTIVO MIO FRATELLO FINALMENTE VICINO A ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. grazie a Fabrizio Fotonovi per aver immortalato questo momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-1349389500254864745?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-1070185140866773849</id><published>2008-06-03T21:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:36:18.216+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Mio compleanno::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEWZoyS7bDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lnNS1vLPAQE/s1600-h/compleanno001ws7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEWZoyS7bDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lnNS1vLPAQE/s400/compleanno001ws7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207737470098828338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oggi che compio gli anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono contenta di aver festeggiato la mezzanotte in videochat con una persona rossa e molto speciale.&lt;br /&gt;Poi Cristina che come un'orologio svizzero mi ha fatto gli auguri alle 00.00 in punto.&lt;br /&gt;Gary for his lovely email...&lt;br /&gt;Ciro, Ila, Giusy, Larra, Ale, Fra80....e i loro sms.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti gli altri internauti come me...per gli auguri su MySpace e Facebook....&lt;br /&gt;mio fratello e Francesca dalla Luna di miele... i genitori ed il fratello di Francy.&lt;br /&gt;Le mie Zie...&lt;br /&gt;Tutte quelle persone che ho incontrato oggi e che si sono ricordate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAZIE A TUTTI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'è ancora tempo fino alla fine del giorno 3 giugno...chissà!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. la festa è rimandata a domenica sera...pizza party everybody!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-1070185140866773849?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEWZoyS7bDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/lnNS1vLPAQE/s72-c/compleanno001ws7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3144971882542651424</id><published>2008-06-02T21:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:37:40.426+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Scordarsi di Me::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SERPMa7nEUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6bsrY4F2BiI/s1600-h/3074.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SERPMa7nEUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6bsrY4F2BiI/s400/3074.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207374143953506626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se fossi qui &lt;/span&gt;con me questa sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarei felice&lt;/span&gt; e tu lo sai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Starebbe meglio anche la luna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ora più piccola che mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Farei anche a meno della &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Che da lontano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torna&lt;/span&gt; per portarmi via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Del nostro amore solo una scia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Che &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;il tempo &lt;/span&gt;poi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancellerà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nulla sopravviverà&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Non ti scordar mai di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;di ogni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mia abitudine&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in fondo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siamo stati insieme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e non è &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un piccolo &lt;/span&gt;particolare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Non ti scordar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai &lt;/span&gt;di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;della più incantevole fiaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;che abbia mai scritto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lieto fine&lt;/span&gt; era previsto e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; assai &lt;/span&gt;gradito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Forse è anche &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stata &lt;/span&gt;un po’ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;colpa mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Credere fosse per l’eternità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A volte &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tutto &lt;/span&gt;un po’ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si consuma&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;senza preavviso se ne va.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Non ti scordar mai di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;di ogni mia abitudine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in fondo siamo stati insieme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e non è un piccolo particolare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Non ti scordar mai di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;della più incantevole fiaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;che abbia mai scritto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;un lieto fine era previsto e assai gradito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Non ti scordar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Non ti scordar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Non ti scordar mai di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;di ogni mia abitudine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;in fondo siamo stati insieme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;e non è un piccolo particolare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Non ti scordar mai di me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;della più incantevole fiaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;che abbia mai scritto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;un lieto fine era previsto e assai gradito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parole di Tiziano Ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cantata da Giusy Ferreri&lt;/span&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/28674097-3144971882542651424?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3144971882542651424/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3144971882542651424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3144971882542651424'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-757017660112146172</id><published>2008-06-01T21:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:57:00.823+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Marco &amp; Francesca::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEL-f1k9dFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-FwiO7CEy6E/s1600-h/01062008055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SEL-f1k9dFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/-FwiO7CEy6E/s320/01062008055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207003942105216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...1 giugno 2008...oggi sposi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il mio fratellino oggi si è sposato con la dolce Francesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il mio discorso (modestamente il più emozionante):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VORREI RINGRAZIARE MARCO &amp;amp; FRANCESCA PERCHE' OGGI MI HANNO FATTO PROVARE DELLE EMOZIONI BELLISSIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beato Matteo, avrà una Zia davvero figa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-757017660112146172?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/757017660112146172/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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corridoio. Presto lo attraverserà (almeno credo) una persona. Presto saprò se ci sarà "il saluto".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Non cambierà niente, sia in un caso o nell'altro. Io la mia decisione l'ho presa già da un paio di settimane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quello che è successo ieri pomeriggio e ieri sera?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E' la conferma che la mia decisione è giusta, come lo è il momento. Non c'è periodo migliore per affrontare un distacco. Un distacco "drastico".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ehhhh addirittura???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essì, non ho alternative... o così oppure sofferenza a vita. Voi cosa scegliereste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oggi sono andata in un negozio per animali. Ho sentito subito una volgia matta di stare con la mia peste. Chissà se si ricorderà di me! Volevo predergli un peluche che a lui piacciono tanto...però spendere 8 euri per dieci minuti di goduria del mio cane, sinceramente preferisco portarlo a fare una passeggiata sul mare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ho finito di fare tutti i lavori che c'erano da fare. Ho finito di preparare i miei bagaglini qui in ufficio. E' tutto in ordine. Se fosse per me partirei anche adesso...ci sarebbe solo un piccolissimo problema...Non ho ancora preparato un vestito a casa. Niente! Farò tutto stasera...credo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La foto che ho messo in questo post è un bellissimo tramonto rosso. E' anche una delle poche foto che ci sono nei PC windows. Tutte le altre le ho già trasferite sull'iPod. Però sia il tramonto, che il colore rosso possono dare un senso a queste parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Niente saluto...non posso spiegarvi il motivo perchè non voglio andare troppo nei particolari ma mi sa che è così. Non ci sarà la possibilità di beccarci per caso. Io non vado a cercarlo di certo, anche se saprei dove trovarlo. Lui farà altrettanto. Ci rincontreremo tra cent'anni...forse. Sicuramente quando ci rivedremo io avrò qualcosa di diverso nel mio sorriso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vado a salutare le persone che se lo meritano... che mi hanno dimostrato la loro amicizia senza ansie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buon weekend a tutti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8272551551301838866?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8272551551301838866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8272551551301838866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8272551551301838866'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7120253772537532281</id><published>2008-05-29T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:27:11.885+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>::Meno 1 giorno::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/8R8Qvm24dbU" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/8R8Qvm24dbU" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...ed io sono qui a guardare il nuovo video di Gavin Rossdale!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7120253772537532281?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3338038809770684552</id><published>2008-05-29T12:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:51:50.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::it's hard::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SD6HcTH8G1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nCuwl2JoCc4/s1600-h/rolling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205747139526531922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SD6HcTH8G1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nCuwl2JoCc4/s320/rolling1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where have you been, &lt;strong&gt;my darling young one&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I've stumbled on the side of &lt;strong&gt;twelve misty mountains&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked &lt;strong&gt;highways,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stepped in the middle of &lt;strong&gt;seven sad forests&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've been out in front of a dozen dead &lt;strong&gt;oceans&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a &lt;strong&gt;graveyard&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;it's a hard&lt;/strong&gt;, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard rain's &lt;strong&gt;a-gonna fall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?&lt;br /&gt;I saw a &lt;strong&gt;newborn baby&lt;/strong&gt; with wild wolves all around it&lt;br /&gt;I saw a highway of &lt;strong&gt;diamonds &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt; on it,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a black branch with &lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt; that kept &lt;strong&gt;drippin'&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a &lt;strong&gt;room full of men&lt;/strong&gt; with their hammers a-bleedin',&lt;br /&gt;I saw a &lt;strong&gt;white ladder&lt;/strong&gt; all covered with water,&lt;br /&gt;I saw ten thousand talkers whose &lt;strong&gt;tongues&lt;/strong&gt; were all broken,&lt;br /&gt;I saw guns and sharp swords &lt;strong&gt;in the hands&lt;/strong&gt; of young children,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;And what &lt;strong&gt;did you hear&lt;/strong&gt;, my darling young one?&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of a thunder, &lt;strong&gt;it roared&lt;/strong&gt; out a warnin',&lt;br /&gt;Heard the roar of &lt;strong&gt;a wave&lt;/strong&gt; that could drown the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;Heard one &lt;strong&gt;hundred drummers&lt;/strong&gt; whose hands were a-blazin',&lt;br /&gt;Heard ten &lt;strong&gt;thousand whisperin'&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nobody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; listenin',&lt;br /&gt;Heard one person starve, I heard many people &lt;strong&gt;laughin'&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,&lt;br /&gt;Heard the &lt;strong&gt;sound of a clown&lt;/strong&gt; who cried in the alley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;Who did you meet, my darling young one?&lt;br /&gt;I met a young child beside a dead pony,&lt;br /&gt;I met a &lt;strong&gt;white man&lt;/strong&gt; who walked a black &lt;strong&gt;dog,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a &lt;strong&gt;young woman&lt;/strong&gt; whose &lt;strong&gt;body&lt;/strong&gt; was burning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I met one man who was wounded in love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met another man who was wounded with hatred,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;strong&gt;the people are many and their hands are all empty&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,&lt;br /&gt;Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,&lt;br /&gt;Where &lt;strong&gt;the executioner's face is always well hidden&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Where hunger is ugly, where &lt;strong&gt;souls are forgotten,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where black is the color, where &lt;strong&gt;none is the number&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I'll tell it&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;think it&lt;/strong&gt; and speak it and &lt;strong&gt;breathe it&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;reflect it&lt;/strong&gt; from the mountain &lt;strong&gt;so all souls can see it&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;I'll stand on the ocean&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;until &lt;/strong&gt;I start sinkin',&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;I'll know my song&lt;/strong&gt; well before &lt;strong&gt;I start singin'&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,&lt;br /&gt;It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOB DYLAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3338038809770684552?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3338038809770684552/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3338038809770684552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5062542565324378311</id><published>2008-05-28T12:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:58:11.520+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Meno 2 giorni::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SD05DzH8G0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/yJq5YfaJ4JA/s1600-h/n686339867_148815_9076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205379481736059714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SD05DzH8G0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/yJq5YfaJ4JA/s320/n686339867_148815_9076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e tutto va molto meglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malessere fisico via... resta un pochino d'ansia data dal caldo afoso che ha investito Milano negli ultimi 3 giorni. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Però so che a Firenze è ancora più caldo ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 giugno 2008&lt;/strong&gt; giorno del mio ennesimo &lt;strong&gt;compleanno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'anno scorso era un traguardo, quest'anno è una liberazione. Martedì è il giorno che inizierò davvero la mia nuova vita in quel di Livorno, che tornerò a stare dai miei... ahahahahah... meglio riderci su! e che porterò &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oliver &lt;/span&gt;al mare... forse non proprio il 3 ma nella prossima settimana di sicuro... tempo permettendo! Nella foto, Oliver era con me nella sua &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;spiaggetta&lt;/span&gt; preferita, anche perchè piena di esseri come lui. Mi pare sia stato l'ultimo giorno che siamo andati al mare insieme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bei momenti e un anno in meno...un anno in meno di cazzate, cattiverie, amori e dolori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un anno da buttare nel cesso? Forse... ma senza tirare l'acqua perchè qualcosa si può salvare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, torno a finire le mie cose qui in ufficio. Oggi vorrei uscire presto.&lt;br /&gt;ciau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5062542565324378311?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5062542565324378311/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5062542565324378311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5062542565324378311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5062542565324378311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/meno-2-giorni.html' title='::Meno 2 giorni::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SD05DzH8G0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/yJq5YfaJ4JA/s72-c/n686339867_148815_9076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8782934029123144660</id><published>2008-05-27T11:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:01:19.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Meno 3 giorni::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDvadTH8GzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s1tK5Z1CBOg/s1600-h/lacrime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204993991241374514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDvadTH8GzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s1tK5Z1CBOg/s320/lacrime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...e tutto va male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sono in ufficio. Ho mal di stomaco, mal di testa, svarioni continui ed ho dormito solo tre ore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ho cercato di far capire ai miei colleghi che io sarei propensa a tornare a casa sotto le coperte, ma loro glissano le mie parole e continuano a dirmi: "&lt;em&gt;Poi oggi pomeriggio organizziamo questo e quello&lt;/em&gt;...". Ma è anche giusto...siamo nel posto di lavoro, c'è da lavorare. Anche se il quinto piano dove mi trovo sembra un'ospedale, in realtà non lo è, e le persone che vi sono dentro non sono medici e tanto meno assistenti sociali. Mi pagano per stare bene e quindi mi toccherà andare in mensa, mangiare, e passare tutto il pomeriggio qui, punto, non c'è alternativa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Il mio è un &lt;strong&gt;malessere emotivo&lt;/strong&gt;, è nervoso, è stress che esce fuori in malessere fisico (mal di testa, mal di stomaco, ecc...). Ne sono consapevole. Basta concentrarsi sul lavoro, evitare di fare la vittima e finire le mie otto ore giornaliere. Poi mi sentirò meglio, ne sono sicura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Che mazzate, che brutte parole, che sensazioni spiacevoli. Tutto questo in sole tre ore. La mia speranza di vivere una realzione con te serena, pacifica, fatta di risate, complicità, sesso giocoso e chi più ne ha più ne metta è completamente svanita quando hai pronunciato le parole &lt;em&gt;"Ne ho sopportate tante in questi anni, mi hai fatto del male&lt;/em&gt;!". Davvero ho sperato che potessimo &lt;strong&gt;viverci a vicenda&lt;/strong&gt; senza farci del male, venirci incontro senza perdere le occasioni che il mondo esterno ci avrebbe proposto. &lt;strong&gt;Ci credevo davvero&lt;/strong&gt;. Ecco perchè ti ho cercato ieri sera. Perchè avevo la speranza. Adesso è tutto diverso. Hai pronunciato le parole fatidiche non solo perchè eri arrabbiato, come di solito faccio io; ti butto addosso tutto ma in realtà nn vorrei e mi dispiace. Hai pronunciato quelle parole sapendo perfettamente quale effetto avrebbero fatto su di me. E allora mi sorge una domanda spontanea: "&lt;em&gt;Perchè, dopo tutto quello che ti ho fatto (di male), sei ancora qui a parlarmi?".&lt;/em&gt; Oltrettutto in questo periodo non sei neanche così solo come in passato. E' la stessa cosa che mi ripeti te da anni: "&lt;em&gt;Se non ti va bene questa cosa perchè non mi mandi affanculo e non molli?".&lt;/em&gt; Però nel mio caso avevo ben donde per non mollare, avevo la "speranza" che tu un giorno ti potessi accorgere delle mie qualità, di quello che ti davo e che mi avresti accettata per quella che ero. Non è necessario amare una persona per realizzare tutto ciò. Basta volergli bene davvero e non solo quando l'altra persona diventa la "vittima" bisognosa di affetto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Non sono più ne vittima ne carnefice. &lt;strong&gt;Non sono&lt;/strong&gt; "manipolata" e posso andare avanti per la mia strada. Ci metterò un pò per concepirlo davvero, ma sono le abitudini che fanno più male al momento. Il resto, i sentimenti che provavo per te, si sono volatilizzati ieri con quelle tue parole. Gli esseri umani a volte sono proprio degli sciocchi. Continuano a "sperare" solo per non affrontare la realtà. Ma io adesso ho 30 anni e non posso continuare a sognare in eterno. Devo crescere ed è per questo che le tue parole mi hanno segnata. Sono cresciuta, forse! Ma perchè continuo a scrivere e a pensarti? Forse è questo malessere fisico che non aiuta a liberare la mente. Ma &lt;strong&gt;passerà, ne sono sicura&lt;/strong&gt;. Deve! Però dovrò passare tre giorni di torture, di mal di stomaci e mal di testa e soprattutto di ansia. Quella sensazione di panico imminente che non sentivo da un pò. Al contrario di te, io non ti do la colpa, e non voglio ricattarti moralmente. Se mi sono ridotta in questo stato è solo ed esclusivamente colpa mia. Ne farò tesoro di questa lezione, puoi scommetterci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adesso è meglio se torno a dedicarmi al lavoro. Il mal di testa sembra passato...forse questo sfogo non è stato così vano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/28674097-8782934029123144660?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8782934029123144660/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8782934029123144660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8782934029123144660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8782934029123144660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/meno-3-giorni.html' title='::Meno 3 giorni::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDvadTH8GzI/AAAAAAAAAJY/s1tK5Z1CBOg/s72-c/lacrime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3778710276953130572</id><published>2008-05-26T15:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:50:14.346+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Meno 4 giorni::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDq_2DH8GyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g7LtH3I3qjc/s1600-h/100_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDq_2DH8GyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g7LtH3I3qjc/s320/100_0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204683254652476194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...E tutto sembra andare per il meglio, anche se non mi sono sentita di andare in ufficio oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Per vari motivi ho deciso di stare tra le mie quattro mura per poter pensare solo alle cose belle che ho.&lt;br /&gt;Ho pure aggiornato il mio &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bluesky771"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; vi piace? A me tanto!&lt;br /&gt;Mi manca tanto il mio piccolino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt;. Non vedo l'ora di vederlo.&lt;br /&gt;Adesso è il momento di prendere la scopa in mano e di pulire un pò questo caos che mi circonda. Dopo starò ancora meglio.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3778710276953130572?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3778710276953130572/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3778710276953130572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3778710276953130572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3778710276953130572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/meno-4-giorni.html' title='::Meno 4 giorni::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDq_2DH8GyI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/g7LtH3I3qjc/s72-c/100_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3268882375400387112</id><published>2008-05-25T15:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:27:38.539+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Qualcosa che non c'è </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/3h-S1pLrjdk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3h-S1pLrjdk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tutto questo tempo a chiedermi&lt;br /&gt;Cos'è che non mi lascia in pace&lt;br /&gt;Tutti questi anni a chiedermi&lt;br /&gt;Se vado veramente bene&lt;br /&gt;Così&lt;br /&gt;Come sono&lt;br /&gt;Così&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così un giorno&lt;br /&gt;Ho scritto sul quaderno&lt;br /&gt;Io farò sognare il mondo con la musica&lt;br /&gt;Non molto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Dopo quando mi bastava&lt;br /&gt;Fare un salto per&lt;br /&gt;Raggiungere la felicità&lt;br /&gt;E la verità è che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho aspettato a lungo&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;Invece di guardare il sole sorgere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è sempre stato un modo&lt;br /&gt;Per fermare il tempo&lt;br /&gt;E la velocità&lt;br /&gt;I passi svelti della gente&lt;br /&gt;La disattenzione&lt;br /&gt;Le parole dette&lt;br /&gt;Senza umiltà&lt;br /&gt;Senza cuore così&lt;br /&gt;Solo per far rumore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho aspettato a lungo&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;Invece di guardare&lt;br /&gt;Il sole sorgere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E miracolosamente non&lt;br /&gt;Ho smesso di sognare&lt;br /&gt;E miracolosamente&lt;br /&gt;Non riesco a non sperare&lt;br /&gt;E se c'è un segreto&lt;br /&gt;E' fare tutto come&lt;br /&gt;Se vedessi solo il sole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un segreto è fare tutto&lt;br /&gt;Come se&lt;br /&gt;Fare tutto&lt;br /&gt;Come se&lt;br /&gt;Vedessi solo il sole&lt;br /&gt;Vedessi solo il sole&lt;br /&gt;Vedessi solo il sole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa che non c'è &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3268882375400387112?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3268882375400387112/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=3268882375400387112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3268882375400387112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/3268882375400387112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/qualcosa-che-non-c.html' title='Qualcosa che non c&amp;#39;è '/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4331503565207033686</id><published>2008-05-25T01:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:27:57.369+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>::Tristezza va via::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDilXjH8GvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V6CnbZgFAfU/s1600-h/msncreative_avatar_femmes_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDilXjH8GvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/V6CnbZgFAfU/s320/msncreative_avatar_femmes_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204091193410722546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' sabato sera, sono le &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una del mattino&lt;/span&gt;, quindi è già domenica. Diciamo che sono nel pieno &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Da quanto tempo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non scrivo&lt;/span&gt; sul mio blog in prima persona. Ho sempre postato delle canzoni o dei video. Forse non avevo di meglio da scrivere.&lt;br /&gt;Stasera, oltre alla felicità per la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coppa Italia&lt;/span&gt; conquistata dalla &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roma&lt;/span&gt;, non ho molto altro che mi fa felice.&lt;br /&gt;Su Rai Sat Cinema è appena iniziato il film &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORNOCRAZIA&lt;/span&gt; con Rocco Siffredi! Forse dovrei dedicarmi a quello ih ih ih ih!!&lt;br /&gt;Mentre nell'Ipod è inizata la canzone "Just Another Day" di Jon Secada.&lt;br /&gt;Sul tavolo dove è poggiato il nuovo HP c'è un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gran casino&lt;/span&gt;, come nel resto della casa. Non sto più curando me stessa e quello che mi circonda da qualche giorno a questa parte, perchè?&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molti motivi&lt;/span&gt;! Sono sempre stanca e continuerei a dormire ininterrottamente. Sono svogliata e ho solo voglia di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tornare in Toscana&lt;/span&gt; per un pò. Voglio rivedere il mio piccolo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; il tremendo, e voglio andare al &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mare&lt;/span&gt;. Anche se non sono proprio al top della forma fisica.&lt;br /&gt;E poi sono &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molto triste&lt;/span&gt; in questo periodo. Sapevo che la mia serenità avrebbe subito interruzioni prima o poi, ma non pensavo che arrivasse così presto la prima. Ho la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consapevolezza &lt;/span&gt;di quello che devo fare, ma non è facile metterlo in pratica. Specialmente quando ci sono i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentimenti &lt;/span&gt;di mezzo. Posso essere serena con me stessa al massimo, ma è cmq difficile dire la parola &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINE &lt;/span&gt;dopo quattro anni. Ma sono così triste solo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per lui&lt;/span&gt;? Mi sa di sì. Quindi una volta raggiunta la Toscana dovrei tornare a stare bene? Sperem!&lt;br /&gt;Vado a letto a leggermi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IL VANGELO SECONDIO SATANA&lt;/span&gt;. Meglio evitare di stare ancora qui al PC ad aspettare&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;non si connetterà o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;chi &lt;/span&gt;non leggerà le mie email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/weekend" rel="tag"&gt;[WeekEnd]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4331503565207033686?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4331503565207033686/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4331503565207033686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-301937446883686235</id><published>2008-05-19T23:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:28:14.238+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>The Police - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/s5W2Vr6HU7s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/s5W2Vr6HU7s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ogni piccola cosa che faccio è magica...&lt;br /&gt;finalmente qualcuno se ne accorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-301937446883686235?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/301937446883686235/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=301937446883686235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/301937446883686235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/301937446883686235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/police-every-little-thing-she-does-is.html' title='The Police - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8751054434127283099</id><published>2008-05-15T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T14:13:16.356+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>;;Sweetheart like me?;;</title><content type='html'>dedicata a me? essì!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEETHEART LIKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier,Courier New;"&gt; Well, the pressure's down, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the boss ain't here&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;He gone North, he ain't around,&lt;br /&gt;They say that vanity got the best of him&lt;br /&gt;But he sure left here after sundown.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that's a cute hat,&lt;br /&gt;And that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;'s so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard to resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She wanted a whole man&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not just a half&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child,&lt;br /&gt;You kind of remind me of her when you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,&lt;br /&gt;It's done with a flick of the wrist.&lt;br /&gt;What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a woman like you should be at home&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That's where you belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watching out for someone who loves you true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would never do you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Just how much abuse will you be able to take?&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's no way &lt;/span&gt;to tell by that first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you can make a name for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You can hear them tires squeal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You can be known as the most beautiful woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, news of you has come &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even before ya came in the door&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They say in your father's house, there's many mansions&lt;br /&gt;Each one of them got a fireproof floor.&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it, baby, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people are jealous of you&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an important person&lt;/span&gt; to be in here, honey,&lt;br /&gt;Got to have done some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;evil deed&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Got to have your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own harem&lt;/span&gt; when you come in the door,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Got to play&lt;/span&gt; your harp until &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your lips bleed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that patriotism is the last refuge&lt;br /&gt;To which a scoundrel clings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Steal a little&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they throw you in jail&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Steal a lot &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they make you king&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one step&lt;/span&gt; down from here, baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's called the land of permanent bliss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan from INFIDELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8751054434127283099?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8751054434127283099/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6996630083598314518</id><published>2008-05-11T20:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:30:37.028+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>;;A Song For Me;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/-P5ZOL2G_wM" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/-P5ZOL2G_wM" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Io non lo so se è meglio amarti invano o non amarti per niente&lt;br /&gt;Io non lo so se non smetterai mai di mancarmi&lt;br /&gt;Ma io non lo so e non lo voglio sapere&lt;br /&gt;ma sono condannata a pensarti per sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai più noi due&lt;br /&gt;Mai più le tue labbra sulle mie&lt;br /&gt;Mai più la forte intimità&lt;br /&gt;e la sensualità&lt;br /&gt;mai più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi è un giorno qualunque, oggi si vive comunque e non so perchè&lt;br /&gt;Il tempo impone distanze, il tempo è fatto di assenze e non c'è un perchè&lt;br /&gt;Ma io non lo so se lo voglio sapere&lt;br /&gt;ma sono condannata a pensarti per sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai più noi due&lt;br /&gt;Mai più le tue paure con le mie&lt;br /&gt;Mai più la forte intimità&lt;br /&gt;e la sensualità&lt;br /&gt;mai più&lt;br /&gt;Mai più noi due&lt;br /&gt;Mai più le tue promesse con le mie&lt;br /&gt;Mai più la dolce ingenuità&lt;br /&gt;e la complicità&lt;br /&gt;mai più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si, lo so, lo so, lo so, che si vede che ho pianto&lt;br /&gt;ma, non si vede quanto&lt;br /&gt;E per sempre, dopo un addio&lt;br /&gt;ti rimane dentro un leggero brusio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai più noi due&lt;br /&gt;Mai più le tue paure con le mie&lt;br /&gt;Mai più la forte intimità&lt;br /&gt;e la sensualità&lt;br /&gt;mai più&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6996630083598314518?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6996630083598314518/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6996630083598314518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6996630083598314518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6996630083598314518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-for-me.html' title=';;A Song For Me;;'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7546193589798863217</id><published>2008-05-10T15:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:08:30.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>;;A SONG FOR him;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/Tnbc64XQ1DI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/Tnbc64XQ1DI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want you to know that I'm happy for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perverted&lt;/span&gt; like me&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theater?&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eloquently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would she have your baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love &lt;/span&gt;that you gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that we made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to make it enough for you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to be open wide&lt;/span&gt;, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'til you died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forget about me&lt;/span&gt; Mr. Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap on the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasn't able to make it enough for you &lt;/span&gt;to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, 'til you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not going to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I scratch my nails &lt;/span&gt;down someone else's back&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well can you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7546193589798863217?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7546193589798863217/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7546193589798863217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7546193589798863217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7546193589798863217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-for-you.html' title=';;A SONG FOR him;;'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2278025620713555929</id><published>2008-05-06T12:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:19:01.296+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::L'amore resta lo stesso::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.interscope.com/images/local/200/40c315b8-20f2-44da-a7ba-3df4820c19fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.interscope.com/images/local/200/40c315b8-20f2-44da-a7ba-3df4820c19fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times I've seen you standing&lt;br /&gt;Gravity like lunar landing&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna run till I find you&lt;br /&gt;I shut the world away from here&lt;br /&gt;Drift to you, you're all I hear&lt;br /&gt;As everything we know fades to black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time the world is ending&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I am done pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, never thought that I&lt;br /&gt;Had anymore to give&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me so far&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you&lt;br /&gt;Drink, to all that we have lost&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we have made&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change&lt;br /&gt;But,love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a place where we escape&lt;br /&gt;Take you with me for a space&lt;br /&gt;The city bus sounds just like a fridge&lt;br /&gt;I walk the streets through seven bars&lt;br /&gt;I have to find just where you are&lt;br /&gt;The faces seem to blurr&lt;br /&gt;They're all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time the world is ending&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I am done pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, never thought that I&lt;br /&gt;Had anymore to give&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me so far&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you&lt;br /&gt;Drink, to all that we have lost&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we have made&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change&lt;br /&gt;But, love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to say&lt;br /&gt;So much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Don't you trick me now&lt;br /&gt;We shall overcome&lt;br /&gt;So all that's left is praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we, should have had the sun&lt;br /&gt;We could have been inside&lt;br /&gt;Instead we're over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time the world is ending&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I am done pretending&lt;br /&gt;Too much time too long defending&lt;br /&gt;You and I are done pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, never thought that I&lt;br /&gt;Had anymore to give&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me so far&lt;br /&gt;Here I am without you&lt;br /&gt;Drink, to all that we have lost&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes we have made&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change&lt;br /&gt;Everything will change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, oh I,&lt;br /&gt;I wish this could last forever&lt;br /&gt;I, oh I,&lt;br /&gt;as if we could last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;Love remains the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2278025620713555929?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8399007792504202865</id><published>2008-05-04T14:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:28:49.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uomini'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se ti vuole veramente bene continuerà a comportarsi così...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALLORA PERCHè IO SPERO ANCORA IL CONTRARIO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8399007792504202865?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8399007792504202865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4616852729702480274</id><published>2008-05-04T13:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:31:43.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Semel in anno licet insanire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4616852729702480274?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4616852729702480274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2421612592777232778</id><published>2008-04-08T23:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:32:04.306+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NON PENSARCI, VA TUTTO BENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parole e musica Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non serve stare seduta a chiederti perché, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è il caso, comunque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non serve stare seduta a chiederti perché, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se non capisci ancora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando il tuo gallo canterà all'alba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guarda fuori dalla tua finestra e me ne sarò andato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei il motivo per il quale vado via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non pensarci, va tutto bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non serve accendere la tua luce, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quella luce che non ho mai visto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non serve accendere la tua luce, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono sul lato oscuro della strada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora speravo ci fosse qualcosa che tu potessi fare o dire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per cercare di farmi cambiare idea e restare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma noi non abbiamo mai parlato abbastanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non pensarci, va tutto bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non serve gridare il mio nome, ragazza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come non hai mai fatto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non serve gridare il mio nome, ragazza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non posso più sentirti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto pensando e domandandomi in tutti i modi lungo la strada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una volta ho amato una donna, una bambina mi sono detto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli ho dato il mio cuore ma lei voleva la mia anima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non pensarci, va tutto bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci, dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove sono diretto non posso dirlo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ciao è una parola troppo bella, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così dirò solamente addio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sto dicendo che mi hai trattato male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avresti potuto fare di meglio ma non mi interessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai solamente sprecato il mio tempo prezioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non pensarci, va tutto bene &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2421612592777232778?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7380441219528116529</id><published>2008-04-06T20:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:32:24.083+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E mentre brucia lenta questa sigaretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io sto seduta qui, che non ho fretta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti ascolto, dimmi, tanto come l'altra volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facciamo pace a letto e non dentro la testa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiunque ci sentisse in questa discussione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;direbbe lei cretina ma lui che gran coglione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, quante bugie mi hai detto, dove ti ho trovato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in quale maledetto giorno t'ho incontrato,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo sai che se ti guardo adesso non mi piaci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridammi le mie chiavi, dimentica i miei baci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non voglio pi nemmeno toccare le coperte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dove ti sei sdraiato, dove ti senti forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa c' da dire, cosa c' da fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siamo due cuori affetti dallo stesso male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c' niente da dire,niente pi da fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via le tue valigie, il tuo sedere tondo, i tuoi caff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via i fiori finti, la tua faccia, la tua gelosia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai via, portati lontano da me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via tutto questo amore che non mai amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mentre brucia lenta questa sigaretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrido fingo e ti accompagno sulla porta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io nei tuoi occhi leggo Scusa un'altra volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poi la tua schiena si allontana quanto basta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos ti vedo andartene su queste scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da questo astratto amore, da questo stesso male, che mi fai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che cosa c' da dire cosa c' da fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siamo due cuori affetti dallo stesso male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c' niente da dire, niente pi da fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via le tue valigie, il tuo sedere tondo, i tuoi caff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via i fiori finti, la tua faccia, la tua gelosia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai via, portati lontano da me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portati via tutto questo amore che non mai amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portati via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portati via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai via portati lontano da me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mentre brucia lenta questa sigaretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io sto seduta qui non ho fretta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe the magic of your sighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight with words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you say that I'm the only one, the only one, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will my heart be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night meets the morning star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know that your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is love I can be sure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, cause I won't ask again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5599543959208085730?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8009689106386456005</id><published>2008-03-30T13:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:40:08.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::DIMENTICARE UNA PERSONA::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;come fare? quanto tempo serve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;le opinioni trovate sul web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fai finta di avere una bilancia... da un lato metti tutti i ricordi belli, le emozioni e i momenti felici... poi nell'altro piatto metti le cose brutte, le tue preoccupazioni, i tuoi pensieri, la tua tristezza.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa a cosa perdi e a cosa speri di trovare, moltiplica il tutto per la tua smania di vivere una nuova vita e alla paura di ricominciare tutto da capo con relativi annessi e connessi. Se la bilancia pende dalla parte del cambiamento prendi tutti i tuoi ricordi belli e mettili vicino al cuore, i tuoi errori e le tue paure invece vicino alla testa e con un bel colpo di ciglie ripreparati a partire per un'altra avventura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se uno/una ti ruba il cuore inevitabilmente non potrà mai essere il compagno di vita.......l'innamoramento è un lampo intenso (e bellissimo), ma quando finisce lascia solo ombra e tristezza come nel tuo caso. L'amore vero invece è condivisione e non mai unilaterale....si da e si riceve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le persone non si dimenticano,si ricordano in modo diverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non autolimitarti. Se tu sai che non è la persona giusta per te, cancellalo dai tuoi pensieri... Vedi che ci riesci.&lt;br /&gt;Non importa il tempo... All'inizio devi importi di non pensarci, per i motivi che tu già sai, e sarà dura, come lo è qualsiasi privazione. E' difficile fare una dieta, perché ci manca il cibo, a cui tenevamo molto. E' difficile dare un esame, perché studiare non è quello che volevamo fare.&lt;br /&gt;Ma a volte la sofferenza, non va respinta, va accolta. In questo caso la tua sofferenza più grande, sarà non pensare a lui e fare altre cose. Ma è una sofferenza buona, perché farai del bene a te stessa e ti concentrerai su cose sicuramente più produttive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allora, non credo che ci sia un tempo ben definito per dimenticare una persona, ne tanto meno credo che se è stata una persona veramente importante tu riesca a dimenticartene.. Ti posso dire che per esperienza, tutto si aggiusterà quando TU e solo TU deciderai di passare oltre, quando cioè un giorno ti capiterà una persona capace di farti pensare a lei e un pò meno al tuo ex grande amore.. In bocca al lupo.. ce la puoi fare..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nn basta una vita x dimenticare qlcn ke x te è stato importante....&lt;br /&gt;lo puoi mettere da parte ma dimenticare..mai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti manca ma non è adatta a te,forse era ancora tempo di viverla questa persona,non era finito il vostro tempo. Non so,vedi se puoi recuperarla e continuare finchè cen'è.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dipende da che persona? se ci eri molto affezionata ci metti un casino a dimenticarlo... ma il peggio è se era il tuo primo amore... quello non lo dimentichi per tutta la tua vita... e soprattutto se con lui ci hai fatto sesso come è successo a me...&lt;br /&gt;ci vuole tanto tanto tanto tempo a dimenticare una persona a te cara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lontano dagli occhi, lontano dal cuore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se è stata parte della tua vita non conviene tentare di dimenticarla, non ci riusciresti.&lt;br /&gt;Cerca di ricordare quella persona in modo diverso, magari non come una mancanza ma come chi ti ha dato qualcosa che ti rimarrà per sempre o ha condiviso con te momenti che non torneranno più. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimenticare: un'utopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi dimenticare una persona, nel bene o nel male essa ti ha lasciato dei ricordi che torneranno sempre nella tua mente. Devi imparare a conviverci e vedrai che un giorno quei ricordi saranno solo immagini nella tua mente, che non provocheranno più alcuna emozione...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non ci si dimentica... nemmeno se t'e fanno un lavaggio del cervello... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elimina tutto quello che può ricordarti di lui. Foto, regali e tutto ciò che di materiale può crearti un suo ricordo. Poi solo il tempo aiuta a sorpassare le prime difficoltà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;più che dimenticare bisogna provare ad andare avanti e mantenere l'amore passato solo un bel ricordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ogni tanto l' amore diventa una droga...è come cercare di smettere di fumare: bisogna impegnarsi e voler fortemente cambiare per la propria salute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè mai dimenticare??Quando si ha avuto una storia importante, nn bisogna mai lasciare scappare i ricordi più belli,ma sicuramente nn diventarne prigionieri.Vedrai che tra qualche tempo,ciò che vorresti dimenticare ora,lo ricorderai sorridendo.La cosa migliore per affrontare una delusione è nn affogare nelle lacrime dentro la tua camera,ma lasciarle asciugare sotto i raggi del sole. Fortunatamente sta arrivando l'estate,è tempo di uscire,andare al mare,farsi trascinare dalle amiche...perchè quando ci sono loro è tutto più facile.E poi...se qualcuno ti sorride...nn girarti dall'altra parte..prova a guardare oltre...e come si dice "si chiude una porta ,si apre un portone!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;è difficile dimenticare una persona proprio perche l hai amata follemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi dimenticare...puoi solo imparare a conviverci e prima o poi di solito senza accorgetene inizierai piano piano a vedere le cose in modo diverso e razionale.&lt;br /&gt;Più ti sforzi a dimenticare e più ti viene in mente quella persona...quindi non ci pensare...prima o poi passa.&lt;br /&gt;Sai che penso? che dopotutto domani è un altro giorno e chissà cosa può succedere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xchè quella persona è entrata a fare parte della tua vita..è come se avesse una parte del tuo cuore! Non la puoi dimenticare, puoi solo riuscire ad andare avanti, girare pagina e scriverne una nuova senza forzare mai le cose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non devi dimenticare, ma utilizzare questa tua esperienza per non ripetere gli stessi errori in futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondo me non bisogna dimenticare. I ricordi sono i nostri tesori e fanno parte di noi! I momenti belli e brutti sono le nostre esperienze, quelle che plasmano il nostro modo di essere! Dimenticare è sbagliato. Con il tempo bisogna solo imparare ad accettare che ciò che è stato è finito, bello o brutto che sia. Nel caso dei bei momenti ci resteranno dei bellissimi ricordi e nel caso di quelli brutti ci resteranno gli insegnamenti che ci aiuteranno a superarli nel caso in cui si dovessero ripresentare!&lt;br /&gt;Si può continuare ad amare, ma se non si è corrisposti bisogna accettarlo. E' difficile, ma il tempo aiuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xkè è entrato nella tua anima oltre che nel tuo cuore.... ti consiglio una cosa: (non facile però):&lt;br /&gt;valuta aspetti positivi e negativi: mettili in bilancia: quale pesa di più? quando ti risponderai capirai veramente cosa fare:&lt;br /&gt;1 riprovarci&lt;br /&gt;2 cercare di dimenticarlo lasciando libero il tuo cuore.... vedrai ke un nuovo amore MIGLIORE nn tarderà a d arrivare. ne sono sicura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' difficile dimenticare perchè ormai fa parte di te ed ogni cosa che avete condiviso ritornerà sempre nella mente anceh quando tu non vuoi... non bisogna dimenticare una persona bensì bisogna pensare che lei appartiene al passato e guardare avanti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purtroppo non si può dimenticare una persona che hai amato, perchè ora fa parte della tua vita, come ogni giorno che vivi, che sia bello o brutto lo ricorderai sempre per qualcosa che ti ha colpito in esso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non puoi dimenticare una persona con cui sei stata bene...&lt;br /&gt;L'unica cosa che puoi fare è cercare di andare avanti...piano piano ti assicuro che il pensiero costante che hai di lui si attenuerà, ma in questo modo non l'hai dimenticato, attenzione! hai deciso di andare avanti per la tua strada! I RICORDI SONO BELLI...SIA QUELLI BELLI, SIA QUELLI BRUTTI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dimenticare una persona che ami o che hai amato è impossibile, l'unica cosa che si può fare è cercare di anestetizzare il dolore.. gli amici in questi casi sono l'unica ancora di salvezza.. uscire e divertirsi può essere un buon metodo per non pensare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/weekend" rel="tag"&gt;[WeekEnd]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8009689106386456005?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8009689106386456005/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=8009689106386456005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8009689106386456005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/8009689106386456005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/dimenticare-una-persona.html' title='::DIMENTICARE UNA PERSONA::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7870334219155586390</id><published>2008-03-30T13:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T13:12:08.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>04x06 - Ad ogni costo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: "Sai... Ho per caso un posto libero sul mio pene. Aspetta, ho sbagliato la battuta!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terzi: "Mi sta offrendo un lavoro?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House: "E' quello che vorrei."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7870334219155586390?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7870334219155586390/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7870334219155586390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7870334219155586390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7870334219155586390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/04x06-ad-ogni-costo-house-sai.html' title=''/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4964803251388495043</id><published>2008-03-29T23:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:32:51.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ero molto più felice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sai chi me lo dice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo specchio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora che non sei più al mio fianco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sveglio e non mi accendo e sbando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciò che è stato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo sai anche tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un po' di dolore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei non vederti più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in tutte le cose che intorno ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esco con  le mie domande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ce n'e'una grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rivedo quegli anelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che ora sono le catene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di quel volersi bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imprigionato nel mio letto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'è un posto in più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'è ancora il tuo sapore ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei non vederti più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in tutte le cose che intorno ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che siamo in panne ormai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come un motore che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perde olio senza di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e va in  salita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma non si ferma mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la forza del cuore mio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potessi spiegarlo io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;potrei buttarmi in nuove avventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma non riesco a uscire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu dammi un segno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che possa liberarmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei non trovarti sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in tutte le cose che non mi dai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei soffermarmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;su ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sono sola in una stanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con una speranza che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIORGIA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4964803251388495043?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4964803251388495043/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4964803251388495043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4964803251388495043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4964803251388495043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ero-molto-pi-felice-sai-chi-me-lo-dice.html' title=''/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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nei titoli di coda, non è voluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dormire sul tuo petto!!! MISS YOU!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-232260760181117833?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/232260760181117833/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=232260760181117833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/232260760181117833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/232260760181117833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ancora-ancora-ancora.html' title='ancora ancora ancora'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6139745198186844250</id><published>2008-03-16T14:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:32:51.047+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>Gary Barlow - Lie To Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/yURV-CLX2cE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/yURV-CLX2cE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fantastic GFX!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6139745198186844250?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6139745198186844250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6139745198186844250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6139745198186844250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6139745198186844250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2008/03/gary-barlow-lie-to-me.html' title='Gary Barlow - Lie To Me'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2757139364859340665</id><published>2008-03-11T22:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:47:01.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan &amp; George Harrison &amp; Leon Russel - Just Like A Woman (1966) - On Stage</title><content type='html'>Bob Dylan &amp; George Harrison &amp; Leon Russel - Just Like A Woman (1966) - On Stage +++ Annotation +++ Dylan wrote this ballad on Thanksgiving Day 1965 while on tour in Kansas City. It was allegedly inspired by Warhol factory pin up girl Edie Sedgwick she died of a drug overdose in 1971. It could also be about his relationship with fellow folk singer Joan Baez.&lt;br /&gt;Dylan has performed this song more than any other. Some women's groups criticized this because of its disparaging lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cocker, Manfred Mann, Rod Stewart and Richie Havens have all covered this. Manfred Mann's version hit #10 there in 1966. In a February 2000 interview with Rolling Stone magazine, presidential candidate Al Gore answered 2 questions by singing parts of this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?permalinkId=v341856w8dSpkH6&amp;player=videodetailsembedded&amp;videoAutoPlay=0" allowFullScreen="true" width="425" height="345" bgcolor="#000000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2757139364859340665?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2757139364859340665/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2757139364859340665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8717382019352798266</id><published>2007-12-15T00:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:50:00.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>::Dodicesimo Round::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/io-izuRhVko' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/io-izuRhVko'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao ciao dodicesimo....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;I know you want to live yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could you forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you left her just the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a boy and i'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take on any man here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that's not the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a girl and you're a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look so small, look so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a baby of your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your baby's gone, she'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a girl and i'm a boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look so small, need some shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just runnin' round and round, helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've leaned on me for years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's more than love, that's the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't change the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just part of the deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a boy and i'm a girl &lt;div 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src='http://youtube.com/v/8o1KX4iDZIc'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Il mio montaggino delle immagini che ho del concerto di Milano. &lt;br /&gt;Sono tornata indietro di 10 anni.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie lads...alla prossima!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6547491954528017351?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6547491954528017351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6547491954528017351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6547491954528017351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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room for me in your company&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;To see yours break&lt;br /&gt;Can we both pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you and me baby&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to work it out&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to give up now&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love hear me now&lt;br /&gt;Could you put a good word in somehow&lt;br /&gt;Cause i have tried from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Let her find some faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, you and me baby&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to work it out&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to give up now&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i cant lie that im not scared&lt;br /&gt;Im turning into someone else&lt;br /&gt;Im twisting up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me please, dont tell me now, dont tell me its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you and me baby&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to work it out&lt;br /&gt;We've come too far to give up now&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont you let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell me please, dont tell me now, dont tell me its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just try to stay together&lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-8070792466940670793?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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pas'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5233111094430976508</id><published>2007-10-27T19:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T19:08:44.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcella e Gianni Bella - L'Ultima Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/om2roZ26wUo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/om2roZ26wUo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Non ci credo di aver trovato questa performance ih ih ih!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5233111094430976508?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5233111094430976508/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5233111094430976508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5233111094430976508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5233111094430976508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/marcella-e-gianni-bella-l-poesia.html' title='Marcella e Gianni Bella - L&amp;#39;Ultima Poesia'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4177449621056249698</id><published>2007-10-21T14:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:34:09.177+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>::OLIVER a zampe conserte:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rxs_6bnrpOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mjjccZOj3HE/s1600-h/oliver20102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rxs_6bnrpOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mjjccZOj3HE/s320/oliver20102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123759274143229154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/foto" rel="tag"&gt;[foto]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4177449621056249698?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4177449621056249698/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rxs_6bnrpOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mjjccZOj3HE/s72-c/oliver20102007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-1755472181485918455</id><published>2007-10-21T11:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:10:08.154+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love Calling Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love calling earth&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't die overnight&lt;br /&gt;In the wind I had candlelight&lt;br /&gt;I'm controlled by my fear&lt;br /&gt;All the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;That I can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I learn&lt;br /&gt;To give love and be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;If this is heaven I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather jump and run away&lt;br /&gt;Than see it burn&lt;br /&gt;I feel I could die&lt;br /&gt;Before I sleep I kiss your cheek&lt;br /&gt;And say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is love calling earth&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much it hurts?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't die overnight&lt;br /&gt;In the wind I had candlelight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm controlled by my fear&lt;br /&gt;And all the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;That I can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me through my mother's eye&lt;br /&gt;Only then would you begin to realise&lt;br /&gt;All the places I have ever been&lt;br /&gt;Have scared me half to death or&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in-between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBBIE WILLIAMS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-1755472181485918455?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4678764966593548977</id><published>2007-10-16T22:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T22:39:24.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRANK SINATRA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Recorded May 23, 1961, Los Angeles]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may be king, you may possess the world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world still is the same, you'll never change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may be a king, you may possess the whole world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're gettin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world still is the same, you'll never change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody, nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;So find yourself somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get yourself somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;You're nobody till somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;You may a king, you might possess the big fat world and its gold&lt;br /&gt;But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growin' old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world, the whole world's the same, you'll never change it change it&lt;br /&gt;As sure as the stars shine above&lt;br /&gt;You're a nobody till somebody loves you&lt;br /&gt;So find yourself somebody somebody to love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4678764966593548977?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4678764966593548977/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4678764966593548977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4678764966593548977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4678764966593548977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/frank-sinatra-recorded-may-23-1961-los.html' title=''/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-5036486205112514736</id><published>2007-10-04T23:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:42:35.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sono le ore 23.40 e sono ancora sveglia, chi lo avrebbe mai detto dopo le sole 4 ore di sonno di ieri? chissà cosa mi tiene in piedi... forse questo nuovo progetto del giornale... forse la serata passata ieri... ho forse perchè so che a gennaio torno a livorno... boh, nel frattempo finisco di fare le ultime cose qui sul Mac e poi un meritato riposo mi attende. tra l'altro oliver è già nella cuccia che dorme...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-5036486205112514736?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5036486205112514736/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=5036486205112514736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5036486205112514736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/5036486205112514736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/sono-le-ore-23.html' title=''/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2740001680528224934</id><published>2007-10-03T11:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:34:34.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oggi direi che ci siamo. inizio a sentirmi di nuovo bene e piena di energia da spendere nella giusta direzione. non è facile, basta una cosa che non va per farmi tornare il senso di vuoto. ma devo cercare di andare avanti così più che posso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2740001680528224934?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2740001680528224934/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2740001680528224934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2740001680528224934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2740001680528224934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/10/oggi-direi-che-ci-siamo.html' title=''/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-9146098616572267735</id><published>2007-09-29T17:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:49:25.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::LA PAURA CHE...::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hD3oc638VU8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hD3oc638VU8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...ognuno ha i suoi limiti i tuoi gli ho capiti bene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...la paura che bagnava i miei occhi ma dimenticarti non era possibile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...che tutto veloce nasca e VELOCE FINISCA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-9146098616572267735?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9146098616572267735/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=9146098616572267735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9146098616572267735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/9146098616572267735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-paura-che.html' title='::LA PAURA CHE...::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2831980169719144270</id><published>2007-08-02T23:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:33:45.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>::Vi presento OLIVER::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/BNWw0_qYA04" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/BNWw0_qYA04" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;il video di presentazione del mio adorato jack russel Oliver&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2831980169719144270?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2831980169719144270/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2831980169719144270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2831980169719144270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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penso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6wTHjYcsdQ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CORRS - What Can I Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept at all in days&lt;br /&gt;It's been &lt;strong&gt;so long&lt;/strong&gt; since &lt;strong&gt;we've talked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I have been here many times&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;don't know&lt;/strong&gt; what &lt;strong&gt;I'm doing wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's&lt;/strong&gt; only &lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt; I can take&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And who knows&lt;strong&gt; I might feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I don't try and &lt;strong&gt;I don't hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt;, No more aching&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;strong&gt;fighting&lt;/strong&gt;, No more trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's &lt;strong&gt;nothing more to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in a funny way&lt;strong&gt; I'm calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the power is &lt;strong&gt;not mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna &lt;strong&gt;let it fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do to make you care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to make you feel this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do to get you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7801366689056329393?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7801366689056329393/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7801366689056329393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7801366689056329393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7801366689056329393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/07/cosa-devo-fare-per.html' title='::Cosa devo fare per...::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2312518455242826224</id><published>2007-07-24T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T10:49:50.060+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Tutto è possibile::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RqW9EC3UCEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/f4hqen130pE/s1600-h/amore!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090682830998210626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RqW9EC3UCEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/f4hqen130pE/s320/amore!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Non è peccato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ancora io mi chiedo di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non è peccato pensarti forte dentro di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse lo sai, forse lo so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che ci sarai e ci sarò&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro di te, dentro di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al mondo no, non c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una ragione per lasciarsi adesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sì proprio adesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io sono al limite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma tutto è possibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ami davvero, davvero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è un segreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che ancora mi emoziono per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non è peccato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ho detto quel che ho detto perché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io mi butterò in un'altra città&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in un lavoro che mi sfinirà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lontano dagli occhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lontano dal cuore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al mondo no, non c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una ragione per lasciarsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adesso sì proprio adesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io sono al limite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma tutto è possibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ami davvero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al mondo no, non c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una ragione per lasciarsi adesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ami davvero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ami davvero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davvero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GIORGIA - Tutto è possibile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2312518455242826224?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2312518455242826224/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2312518455242826224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2816747288515025778</id><published>2007-06-30T12:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:42:17.417+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Dimmi di sì!!::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RoYyO4LRH5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SNJW7KVD7Xc/s1600-h/confidenceman1800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081804460713385874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RoYyO4LRH5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/SNJW7KVD7Xc/s320/confidenceman1800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting and wishing on you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping I could change your point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna hear no buts or maybes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a positive reaction from you&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's about time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me to get mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me some sign (I'm still waiting) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need to hold back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ain't no contract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a two way love attack&lt;br /&gt;So baby I'll take it nice and slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just say yes and don't say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take you to the high you want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm needing you to just say yes and don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Lets not wait until tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna end this memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refuse to live within the sorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now when I know, I know we're mend to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's about time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me to get mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me some sign (I'm still waiting) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't need to hold back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This ain't no contract &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't deny this perfect match&lt;br /&gt;So baby I'll take it nice and slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just say yes and don't say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take you to the high you want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm needing you to just say yes and don't say no&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that it would happen (happen) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And baby it would keep it moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing can hold us down (girl are you listening?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you hearing what I'm saying' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight?.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it nice and slow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you just say yes and don't say no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take you to the high you want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm needing you to just say yes and don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Baby I'm waiting for your love and.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what am I supposed to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take you take you to the high you want to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take you to the high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;JUST SAY YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nate James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2816747288515025778?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2816747288515025778/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2816747288515025778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7918504328544001063</id><published>2007-06-10T20:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:38:38.152+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romeo'/><title type='text'>::Romeo lovely Romeo::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RmxE4iZHAKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HHYO_6FT_FM/s1600-h/Romeo+abbaiaxblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074506618235191458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RmxE4iZHAKI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HHYO_6FT_FM/s400/Romeo+abbaiaxblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devo dedicare un post al mio adorato cagnolino Romeo che il 29 maggio ci ha lasciati&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO mi manchi tanto&lt;br /&gt;non ti dimenticherò mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le lacrime che sto versando adesso, quelle che ho già versato e quelle che verserò fanno parte del bene che ti ho voluto e del bene che mi hai sempre dimostrato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI MANCHI TANTISSIMO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074506759969112242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RmxFAyZHALI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ZUjfMfUGDzA/s400/romoe+strusciaxblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/romeo" rel="tag"&gt;[romeo]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7918504328544001063?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7918504328544001063/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una rosa rossa per me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti ringrazio non sai quanto vale questo gesto per me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/foto" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[foto]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/28674097-6573361821932569258?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6573361821932569258/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6573361821932569258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6573361821932569258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6573361821932569258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/05/un-regalo-per-me.html' title='::Un regalo per ME::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RkbuEjNlaWI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ryCvxLD6tgs/s72-c/rosa12052007ok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-3241130274806028594</id><published>2007-05-09T10:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:45:06.413+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><title type='text'>::Piegata ma non Spezzata::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RkGIVjNlaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e5025BtVjRM/s1600-h/woman_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062477359951997266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RkGIVjNlaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e5025BtVjRM/s320/woman_bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been alot that I've been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cried a tear a time or two&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby, &lt;strong&gt;you know I cried some over you&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had my heart kicked to the ground&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love ripped me up and tore me down&lt;/strong&gt;, baby&lt;br /&gt;But that &lt;strong&gt;ain't &lt;/strong&gt;enough &lt;strong&gt;to break me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz &lt;strong&gt;I'&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;rise above it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'ll &lt;strong&gt;pick myself up&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'ll &lt;strong&gt;dust the pain off my heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'ll &lt;strong&gt;be alright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;'ll &lt;strong&gt;love again&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the wounds will mend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;the pain&lt;/strong&gt; will &lt;strong&gt;fade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;get back on my feet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not the end of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is still open&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been alot of tears stained nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thought the tears were here for life&lt;/strong&gt;, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;hurt came&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;held on tight&lt;/strong&gt;, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Took a chance&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;I took a fall&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love broke my heart and &lt;strong&gt;shattered all my dreams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;I won't be down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cuz I'll rise above it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll pick myself up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll shake the rain out of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[CHORUS] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the wounds will mend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the pain will fade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll get back on my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not the end of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is still open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gonna pick my heart up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take my life back&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shake the hurt away&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull myself together&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;put the pieces back in place&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I learned love's so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love left my soul scarred&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was shattered inside&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'll love again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the wounds will mend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the pain will fade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll get back on my feet It's not the end of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart is still open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm bruised but not broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;JOSS STONE - Bruised but not Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-3241130274806028594?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RkGIVjNlaVI/AAAAAAAAAHI/e5025BtVjRM/s72-c/woman_bw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4508211847193018528</id><published>2007-04-28T16:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:08:18.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerto'/><title type='text'>::Bob Dylan Milan 27 april 2007:: I WAS THERE::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;:::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SET LIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Assago, ItalyDatchForum (ex Forum)&lt;br /&gt;April 27, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;1. Cat's In The Well (Bob on electric guitar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;It Ain't Me, Babe&lt;/strong&gt; (Bob on electric guitar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;3. Just Like Tom Thumb's Blues (Bob on electric guitar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;4. It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) (Bob on electric guitar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;5. To Ramona (Bob on electric guitar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;6. Rollin' And Tumblin' (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Spirit On The Water&lt;/strong&gt; (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;8. Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again(Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;9. Desolation Row (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt; I'll Be Your Baby Tonight&lt;/strong&gt; (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;11. When The Deal Goes Down (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;12. Most Likely You Go Your Way (And I'll Go Mine)(Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;13. Nettie Moore (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Highway 61 Revisited&lt;/strong&gt; (Bob on electric keyboards) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;15. Like A Rolling Stone (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;(encore) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;16. Thunder On The Mountain (Bob on electric keyboard) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;17. All Along The Watchtower (Bob on electric keyboard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un concerto magico! &lt;strong&gt;PAIN &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt; allo stesso tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAZIE A&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cristina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, senza di lei mi sarei persa l'ennesimo capolavoro di Mr. Dylan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A te &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mio CARO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, perchè grazie alla tua coerenza hai finalmente lasciato la mia mente ed il mio cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;due ragazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Spagnoli, che mi hanno dato le informazioni che di solito chiedevo a TE e anche di più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BOB DYLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; per aver cantato "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Ain't Me Babe"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in un momento così importate della mia vita!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui alcun foto che ho scattato:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058958656455141618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RjUIGDNlaPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/M25rwULMI1A/s320/NDVD_003+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br 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type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/da3QJJuDyxo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WoW che scarica di adrenalina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6212348488134863815?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6212348488134863815/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6212348488134863815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6212348488134863815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6212348488134863815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4993362055825092963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-video-bob-dylan-milan-27042007-row.html' title='my video: Bob Dylan Milan 27/04/2007 &amp;quot;Desolation Row&amp;quot;'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-7972815794698039811</id><published>2007-04-23T11:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T12:07:55.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Si volta pagina::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katalepsis/238481843/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056562696693448402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RiyE-1jnftI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bs6yIsQUbeQ/s320/238481843_b100b45a47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/www.flickr.com/images/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sò che me ne pentirò del fatto che perderò l'occasione di vedere &lt;strong&gt;Bob Dylan&lt;/strong&gt; che &lt;strong&gt;suona la chitarra&lt;/strong&gt;. Però in questo momento &lt;strong&gt;è più importante&lt;/strong&gt; la mia inculumità e come hai detto tu non ha senso andare insieme a vedere i concerti. &lt;strong&gt;Non ha più senso&lt;/strong&gt; nessuna cosa che coinvolga &lt;strong&gt;me e te insieme&lt;/strong&gt;. Non lo ha mai avuto, ma io ho voluto lo stesso trascinare dietro piccole speranze per tre anni. Ma &lt;strong&gt;grazie a questa settimana&lt;/strong&gt; che doveva essere all'insegna della &lt;strong&gt;musica&lt;/strong&gt; e del &lt;strong&gt;divertimento&lt;/strong&gt;, posso veramente dare una bella scossa a me stessa e iniziare a camminare per una retta via. &lt;strong&gt;Non c'è più il bivio&lt;/strong&gt;. C'è solo la mia strada adesso. Come ti ho scritto nell'email, ieri ho smesso di credere &lt;strong&gt;ai miracoli&lt;/strong&gt;, quindi davanti a me al momento c'è una &lt;strong&gt;galleria nera&lt;/strong&gt;, che mi farà stare male, &lt;strong&gt;tanto male&lt;/strong&gt;, ma che alla fine mi condurrà in un modo &lt;strong&gt;fatto di luce&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;di speranza&lt;/strong&gt; verso il prossimo. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non ti odio,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; al momento quello che provo è tristezza con un pizzico di incazzatura. Non riuscirò mai ad odiarti, ma spero che &lt;strong&gt;l'indifferenza&lt;/strong&gt; prenderà &lt;strong&gt;quanto prima&lt;/strong&gt; il sopravvento.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti lascio con &lt;strong&gt;un'ultima canzone&lt;/strong&gt; che descrive quello che sento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME SE NON FOSSE STATO MAI AMORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-LAURA PAUSINI-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ieri ho capito che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E´&lt;/strong&gt; da oggi&lt;strong&gt; che comincio senza te&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu..&lt;/strong&gt; l´aria assente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quasi come se&lt;/strong&gt; io fossi trasparente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vorrei&lt;/strong&gt; fuggire via &lt;strong&gt;e &lt;/strong&gt;nascondermi&lt;strong&gt; da tutto questo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma resto immobile qui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Senza parlare&lt;strong&gt;...non ci riesco a staccarmi da te&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E cancellare &lt;strong&gt;tutte&lt;/strong&gt; le pagine &lt;strong&gt;con la&lt;/strong&gt; tua immagine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vivere.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Come se non fosse stato mai amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io &lt;/strong&gt;sopravviverò &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Adesso ancora come non lo so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Il tempo&lt;strong&gt; qualche volta&lt;/strong&gt; può aiutare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A sentirsi meno male&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; poter dimenticare&lt;strong&gt; ma adesso&lt;/strong&gt; è troppo presto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E resto immobile qui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senza parlare... non ci riesco a stancarmi di te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E cancellare tutte le pagine con la tua immagine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vivere.. come se non fosse stato mai amore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. come se non fosse stato amore&lt;/strong&gt; come se non fosse stato mai&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. e vorrei fuggire via, vorrei nascondermi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma resto ancora così, senza parlare,&lt;/strong&gt; senza dirti ¨non te ne andare¨&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non mi lasciare tra queste pagine.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. e poi, e poi, e poi vivere come se non fosse stato mai amore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. come se non fosse stato amore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S Grazie al mitico &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katalepsis/238481843/"&gt;Ale photoman &lt;/a&gt;per la foto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/feelings" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[feelings]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-7972815794698039811?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7972815794698039811/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=7972815794698039811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7972815794698039811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/7972815794698039811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/si-volta-pagina.html' title='::Si volta pagina::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RiyE-1jnftI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bs6yIsQUbeQ/s72-c/238481843_b100b45a47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-6299303848259375636</id><published>2007-04-19T11:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T11:19:39.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Io &amp; Te QUESTION MARK::</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RicxU1jnfsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XS5vW47e0Ws/s1600-h/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055063340790283970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RicxU1jnfsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XS5vW47e0Ws/s400/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IO &amp;amp; TE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io e te&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;la prima volta&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;è stato proprio qui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo che &lt;strong&gt;come stasera era di&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lunedì &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lo so sei tu &lt;strong&gt;l’unica cosa che io voglio di più&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davanti a me tu sei un po’ sorpresa &lt;strong&gt;non scherzare dai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eccoci qua&lt;/strong&gt; tra &lt;strong&gt;spiegazioni&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;riflessioni &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un caffè&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opinioni a metà&lt;/strong&gt; ma più ti guardo più &lt;strong&gt;mi accorgo che&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lo so sei tu l’unica cosa che io voglio di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insieme a me sarai a dare un senso a tutti i giorni miei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voleremo &lt;strong&gt;verso il mare&lt;/strong&gt; oppure &lt;strong&gt;stiamo qui&lt;/strong&gt; se ti va&lt;br /&gt;A guardare gli&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; aeroplani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quello in alto chissà dove andrà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fa male nascondersi &lt;strong&gt;se poi ci ritroviamo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una ragione c’è&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io e te &lt;strong&gt;se non è amore&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;allora che cos’è&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lo so sei tu l’unica cosa che io voglio di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dipende da te&lt;/strong&gt; lo sai sei la mia vita lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Voleremo verso il mare o andremo ovunque dimmi dove vuoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senza limiti e confini&lt;/strong&gt; avremo &lt;strong&gt;un mondo tutto per noi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora lo so sei tu l’unica cosa che io voglio di più&lt;br /&gt;Ora che tu ormai mi stai guardando mentre te ne vai&lt;br /&gt;Io e te &lt;strong&gt;la prima volta&lt;/strong&gt; è stata proprio qui&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo che come stasera era di &lt;strong&gt;lunedì&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non andare no resta ancora un po’&lt;br /&gt;Non andare sei la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-6299303848259375636?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6299303848259375636/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=6299303848259375636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6299303848259375636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/6299303848259375636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/io-te-question-mark.html' title='::Io &amp; Te QUESTION MARK::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RicxU1jnfsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XS5vW47e0Ws/s72-c/6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4478692762538208526</id><published>2007-04-11T10:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:28:41.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Alla fine della strada::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhyjrbFLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wgt8EjB-61o/s1600-h/strada_verso_cima_vallelunga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052092848402008066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhyjrbFLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wgt8EjB-61o/s400/strada_verso_cima_vallelunga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF THE LINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All alone I wait for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As darkness fills this room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why you ain't called&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little things you used to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There no longer part of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seems you left them all behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't believe what I'm going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This thing it, &lt;strong&gt;just ain't right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your selfish ways&lt;/strong&gt;, how you carry on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somethings you just can't hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you want me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Then Say It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want me to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Then show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now's the time&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;If I'm right&lt;/strong&gt; then we've come to the &lt;strong&gt;end of the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Say It(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Want me to stay&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then show it(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seems like I can't do you right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I do or say is wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the smallest thing critisised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I deserve some damn respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing more and nothing less&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Don't pretend everythings fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it back if its in your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand up and be a man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't read your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just say aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you want me to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Then Say It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want me to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Then show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't be afraid) Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now's the time&lt;/strong&gt;, If I'm right then we've come to the &lt;strong&gt;end of the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Say It(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want me to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Don't be afraid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now's the time&lt;/strong&gt;, If I'm right then we've come to the &lt;strong&gt;end of the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though you've been doing me wrong I still care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think that by treating me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that somehow &lt;strong&gt;I'll disappear&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby I love you too much just to walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make me hate you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you've got to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you want me to go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;Then Say It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want me to stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be afraid baby show it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't be afraid) Don't be afraid oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh Oooh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Want me to stay) Oh baby show it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Don't be afraid) Don't be afraid oh don't break this heart of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now's the time, If I'm right then we've come to the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;Come to the end of the line (Oooh Oooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've come to the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to the end of the line (Oh baby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've come to the end of the line (line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've come to the end of the line &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to the end of the line (line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've come to the end of the line (oooh oooh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come to the end of the line (oh the end of the line)&lt;br /&gt;We've come to the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-HONEYZ-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/lyric" rel="tag"&gt;[lyric]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4478692762538208526?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4478692762538208526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4478692762538208526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4478692762538208526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4478692762538208526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/alla-fine-della-strada.html' title='::Alla fine della strada::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhyjrbFLCAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wgt8EjB-61o/s72-c/strada_verso_cima_vallelunga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-4076863882822684843</id><published>2007-04-08T11:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:27:12.745+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Buona Pasqua::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rhi1VH2H80I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jKTk048Wb8U/s1600-h/pasqua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050986356583953218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rhi1VH2H80I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jKTk048Wb8U/s320/pasqua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/perVoi" rel="tag"&gt;[perVoi]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-4076863882822684843?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/4076863882822684843/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=4076863882822684843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4076863882822684843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/4076863882822684843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/buona-pasqua.html' title='::Buona Pasqua::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/Rhi1VH2H80I/AAAAAAAAAEo/jKTk048Wb8U/s72-c/pasqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-2188400584738661371</id><published>2007-04-04T18:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T18:07:26.372+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::No More Tears::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhPMfX2H8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7r6CJBS3-RA/s1600-h/tristezza_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049604446561497906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhPMfX2H8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7r6CJBS3-RA/s400/tristezza_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;che periodo di m.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ho passato delle giornate davvero brutte, dei momenti davvero tristi.&lt;br /&gt;ho versato tante lacrime e mi sono fatta del male da sola. credo di aver toccato proprio il fondo. e adesso non mi resta che risalire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;è dura, lo so, ma continuare così non mi porta sicuramente da nessuna parte. l'istinto, specialmente se è di quello malato e perverso, ogni&lt;br /&gt;tanto non va ascoltato e va ignorato. saranno giorni tristi quelli che avrò davanti, ma poi tutto passerà. il tempo mi aiuterà e soprattutto la mia forza e la mia voglia di amarmi si&lt;br /&gt;faranno avanti ogni giorno sempre di più. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;questa mattina mi sono alzata e fuori c'era un cielo nero, pioveva e faceva anche freddino. adesso è uscito il sole e la temperatura è salita di qualche grado. devo iniziare a fare caso a queste cose e a renderle mie. non devo più pensare alle cose che non ho e soprattutto alle persone che non sono presenti nella mia vita quotidiana. è tutta energia sprecata e non posso esaurirla tutta altrimenti poi diventa difficile anche stare in piedi da sola. adesso è il momento di vedere se questi 29 anni che mi ritrovo sul groppone hanno un senso e se sono in grado di gesitre questa cosa. posso farcela. già oggi le cose mi sembrano diverse. ho risentito persone che non sentivo da un pò, il senso di vittimismo ha lasciato il posto alla cattiveria "buona" verso il prossimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a modo mio saprò volare, non è un addio non è la fine&lt;/em&gt;" cantano Paola &amp; Chiara, in questo caso&lt;br /&gt;non c'è fine di nessun genere, c'è solo l'inizio della mia nuova IO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pubblicare questo post è come dire che poi non posso cedere perchè sarebbe troppo umiliante. adesso non si torna indietro. che poi la cosa è anche semplice a spiegarla con le parole; devo tirare fuori gli attributi e contare solo su me stessa. ecco visto? semplicissimo scriverlo! e adesso però mi tocca metterlo in pratica...and I Will Survive!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://del.icio.us/bluesky771/feeling" rel="tag"&gt;[feeling]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28674097-2188400584738661371?l=blueskylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2188400584738661371/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28674097&amp;postID=2188400584738661371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2188400584738661371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28674097/posts/default/2188400584738661371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueskylife.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-more-tears.html' title='::No More Tears::'/><author><name>marina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741968983883426555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/SDlNmDH8GxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RGOK5-SSa1Y/S220/y1ptfdHLSS_m5Q0fpIEOjMooaifSIKq5OO9xxC1yfai91Cnw6B-iDGq51XMlx_qBIAzu9yHMnkW5XX1Q3mLQYj2ew.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AZD88vgI0aI/RhPMfX2H8zI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7r6CJBS3-RA/s72-c/tristezza_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28674097.post-8655193089183881033</id><published>2007-03-26T11:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T12:05:30.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>::Riguarda Noi::</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ero&lt;/strong&gt; molto &lt;strong&gt;più felice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sai chi me lo dice?&lt;br /&gt;lo specchio&lt;br /&gt;ora che &lt;strong&gt;non sei&lt;/strong&gt; più &lt;strong&gt;al mio fianco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sveglio e non mi accendo e &lt;strong&gt;sband&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciò che è stato lo sai anche tu&lt;br /&gt;con un po' di dolore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vorrei non vederti più&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in tutte le cose che intorno ho&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare&lt;/strong&gt; un po'&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che &lt;strong&gt;riguarda noi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esco con &lt;strong&gt;le mie domande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e ce &lt;strong&gt;n'e'una grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;rivedo quegli anelli&lt;br /&gt;che ora sono le catene&lt;br /&gt;di quel &lt;strong&gt;volersi bene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;imprigionato &lt;strong&gt;nel mio letto&lt;br /&gt;c'è un posto in più&lt;br /&gt;c'è ancora il tuo sapore&lt;/strong&gt; ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vorrei non vederti più&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in tutte le cose che intorno ho&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare&lt;/strong&gt; un po'&lt;br /&gt;di ciò che &lt;strong&gt;riguarda noi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che &lt;strong&gt;siamo in panne&lt;/strong&gt; ormai&lt;br /&gt;come un motore che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perde olio senza di te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e va in salita&lt;br /&gt;ma&lt;strong&gt; non si ferma mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;la &lt;strong&gt;forza del cuore&lt;/strong&gt; mio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potessi spiegarlo io&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei cancellare un po'di ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potrei buttarmi in nuove avventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ma non riesco a uscire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu dammi un segno&lt;br /&gt;che possa liberarmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vorrei &lt;strong&gt;non trovarti sai&lt;br /&gt;in tutte le cose che non mi dai &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorrei soffermarmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;su ciò che riguarda noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sono sola in una stanza&lt;br /&gt;con una speranza&lt;/strong&gt; 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