<?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-3619896632576129297</id><updated>2011-07-29T04:09:04.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OmeoTransistasi</title><subtitle type='html'>Omeostasi e Transistasi: l'attitudine volta a preservare uno stato e l'attitudine volta a cambiarlo. Gli esseri viventi sono caratterizzati da entrambe queste due contrastanti capacità.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-490222014839259389</id><published>2010-10-15T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:26:34.109+02:00</updated><title type='text'>4 anni pieni d'amore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If I was a flower growing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to be my  sweet honey bee.&lt;br /&gt;And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen&lt;br /&gt;All  I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a flower  growing wild and free&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.&lt;br /&gt;And  if I was a tree growing tall and greeen&lt;br /&gt;All I'd want is you to shade  me and be my leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take  me by the hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay  with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you were a river in the mountains tall,&lt;br /&gt;The rumble of your water  would be my call.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow&lt;br /&gt;Just  as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I  want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my  side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your  arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a wink, I'd be a nod&lt;br /&gt;If  you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the floor, I'd wanna  be the rug&lt;br /&gt;And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I  want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand and stand by my  side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your  arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were the wood, I'd be the  fire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were the love, I'd be the desire.&lt;br /&gt;If you were a  castle, I'd be your moat,&lt;br /&gt;And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to  float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you be my bride&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the  hand and stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you, will you stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;Hold  me in your arms and sway me like the sea.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{15.10.2006-15.10.2010} Quattro anni di Me e di Te. Quattro anni di Noi. *____*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-490222014839259389?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/490222014839259389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-anni-pieni-damore.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/490222014839259389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/490222014839259389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-anni-pieni-damore.html' title='4 anni pieni d&apos;amore!!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-1357054379809027328</id><published>2010-10-14T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:53:00.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il dolore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=" " id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Si  tratta di una verità spaventosa: il dolore può renderci più profondi,  può conferire un maggiore splendore ai nostri colori e una risonanza più  ricca alle nostre parole. Questo avviene se non ci distrugge, se non  annienta l’ottimismo e lo spirito, la capacità di avere visioni e il  rispetto per le cose semplici e indispensabili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(Anne Rice) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-1357054379809027328?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/1357054379809027328/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-dolore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1357054379809027328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1357054379809027328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/10/il-dolore.html' title='Il dolore'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-699805498783140306</id><published>2010-01-25T01:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:41:18.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my friend...goodbye. (Dedicata a Roberto C.)</title><content type='html'>Ti regalo le mie scarpe, sono nuove, &lt;br /&gt;prendi anche qualche libro,può servire, &lt;br /&gt;saprò alzarmi in volo e vedere dove sei, &lt;br /&gt;ti manderò a dire goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti regalo la mia giacca, ti sta bene,&lt;br /&gt;ti lascio una valigia, da riempire, &lt;br /&gt;ti lascio anche il mio numero, perché non si sa mai, &lt;br /&gt;ti lascio una parola goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti sogni, viaggi, colori, antichi rancori,&lt;br /&gt;e una fantasia, piena di amori,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e andare contro il vento, non è difficile lo sai,&lt;br /&gt;lo è, senza un saluto, casomai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my friend…&lt;br /&gt;Saprò alzarmi in volo e vedere dove sei, ti manderò a dire goodbye&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanti sogni, viaggi, colori, antichi rancori,&lt;br /&gt;e una fantasia, piena di amori&lt;br /&gt;e andare contro il vento, non è difficile lo sai,&lt;br /&gt;lo è, senza un saluto, casomai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goodbye, my friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my friend goodbye, goodbye, goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;my friend goodbye.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nomadi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicata a &lt;b&gt;Roberto C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colui che ha creduto in me anche quando io stessa dubitavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie, mi hai fatto conoscere il lato più vero ed umano di una professione che pochi sanno svolgere con grande umiltà, tenacia, speranza e cuore. Tantissimo cuore. &lt;br /&gt;Come invece facevi tu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-699805498783140306?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/699805498783140306/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-my-friendgoodbye-dedicata.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/699805498783140306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/699805498783140306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/01/goodbye-my-friendgoodbye-dedicata.html' title='Goodbye my friend...goodbye. (Dedicata a Roberto C.)'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3580315170269585972</id><published>2010-01-09T00:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:59:57.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La "sottile" differenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Un semplice conoscente non ti ha mai visto piangere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vero amico ha le spalle temprate alle tue lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vero amico si informa della tua romantica storia d'amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un semplice conoscente potrebbe fare dell'ironia su questa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un semplice conoscente pensa che l'amicizia è finita dopo una disputa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vero amico ti chiama dopo una disputa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un semplice conoscente si aspetta che tu sia sempre pronto per lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un vero amico è sempre pronto per te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-3580315170269585972?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3580315170269585972/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-sottile-differenza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3580315170269585972'/><link rel='self' 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tramonto.&lt;br /&gt;Per il Nevskij del mondo, per le sue strisce levigate&lt;br /&gt;andrò girellando col passo di Don Giovanni e di bellimbusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gridi pure la terra rammollita nella quiete:&lt;br /&gt;"Tu vieni a violentare le verdi primavere!"&lt;br /&gt;Sfiderò il sole con un sogghigno arrogante:&lt;br /&gt;"Sul liscio asfalto mi piace biascicar le parole!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà forse perché il cielo è azzurro&lt;br /&gt;e la terra mia amante in questa nettezza festiva,&lt;br /&gt;che io vi dono dei versi allegri come ninnoli,&lt;br /&gt;aguzzi e necessari come stuzzicadenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donne che amate la mia carne e tu, ragazza&lt;br /&gt;che mi guardi come un fratello,&lt;br /&gt;coprite me, poeta, di sorrisi:&lt;br /&gt;li cucirò come fiori sulla mia blusa di bellimbusto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Majakovskij)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-6228254289545936736?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/6228254289545936736/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-blusa-del-bellimbusto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6228254289545936736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6228254289545936736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-blusa-del-bellimbusto.html' title='La blusa del bellimbusto'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3794238989206895032</id><published>2009-08-09T17:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:42:46.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Egli desidera il tessuto del cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se avessi il drappo ricamato del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intessuto dell’oro e dell’argento e della luce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I drappi dai colori chiari e scuri del giorno e della notte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dai mezzi colori dell’alba e del tramonto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stenderei quei drappi sotto i tuoi piedi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Invece, essendo povero, ho soltanto sogni;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E i miei sogni ho steso sotto i tuoi piedi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cammina leggera, perché cammini sui miei sogni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(William Butler Yeats)&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/3619896632576129297-3794238989206895032?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-4562044185625014868</id><published>2009-06-30T02:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:18:34.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickname Ancestrale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il mio "vero" nickname:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SzDiklzjgRI/AAAAAAAAADY/LaQnYXc4v9w/s1600-h/Nick+Ancestrale.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SzDiklzjgRI/AAAAAAAAADY/LaQnYXc4v9w/s320/Nick+Ancestrale.png" 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sorelle in più! E quante gliene devo a queste due Sante che mi sopportano e mi ascoltano,pure quando dico "BAUH!" XD Ci vorrebbe una stenning novascion! Ecco,l'inglese è rimasto quello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un grazie a Gaia : Somma, quante idee del cazzo mi infili in questa capoccia?!! XD Prima o poi riuscirò a litigare con te e a non farti fiatare!! &amp;gt;_&amp;gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§§§§&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a te Lulù...ti voglio bene Scimmia!!!&lt;br /&gt;S.L.&lt;br /&gt;...ma non illuderti: non avrai MAI l'ultima parola con me! :P &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;*Commento di Amuri: "Già, non illuderti :/ "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-243417682073472835?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/243417682073472835/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/06/dal-blog-di-un-amico.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/243417682073472835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/243417682073472835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/06/dal-blog-di-un-amico.html' title='Dal blog di un amico'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-5243575497263771722</id><published>2009-06-13T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:09:00.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rovi</title><content type='html'>La leggenda narra di un uccello che canta una sola volta nella vita, più soavemente di ogni altra creatura al mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da quando lascia il nido cerca e cerca un grande rovo e non riposa finché non lo abbia trovato.&lt;br /&gt;Poi, cantando tra i rami crudeli, si precipita sulla spina più lunga e affilata. E, mentre muore con la spina nel petto, vince il tormento superando nel canto l'allodola e l'usignuolo. &lt;br /&gt;Una melodia suprema il cui scotto è la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Ma il mondo intero tace per ascoltare, e Dio, in Paradiso, sorride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al meglio si perviene soltanto con grande dolore... o così dice la leggenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-5243575497263771722?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/5243575497263771722/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/06/rovi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5243575497263771722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5243575497263771722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/06/rovi.html' title='Rovi'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-7937696152122439986</id><published>2009-05-29T01:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:07:32.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amante della Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La luna è così sola perché aveva un amante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il suo nome era Kuekuatsheu e vivevano assieme nel mondo degli spiriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tutte le notti viaggiavano nel cielo assieme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma uno degli altri spiriti era geloso: Trickster, uno della luna del sud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Così disse a Kuekuatsheu che la Luna aveva chiesto dei fiori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gli disse di scendere nel nostro mondo e di raccogliere qualche rosa selvaggia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma Kuekuatsheu non sapeva che una volta lasciato il mondo degli spiriti non avrebbe potuto farci ritorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tutte le notti lui guarda in alto nel cielo, vede la Luna e ulula il suo nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma... non può più toccarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ » •(¯`·´¯)• « ~~ » •(¯`·´¯)• « ~~ » •(¯`·´¯)• « ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La storia che mi hai raccontato, dell'uomo che coglieva i fiori per la luna, l'avevo capita al contrario. Credevo che tu fossi la luna ed io il tuo Wolverine; ma tu sei l'imbroglione, vero? Io sono lo scemo che è stato giocato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3619896632576129297-7937696152122439986?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/7937696152122439986/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lamante-della-luna.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7937696152122439986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7937696152122439986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lamante-della-luna.html' title='L&apos;Amante della Luna'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-2569538772311227339</id><published>2009-03-13T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:04:44.884+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il tuo cuore lo porto con me</title><content type='html'>Il tuo cuore lo porto con me&lt;br /&gt;Lo porto nel mio&lt;br /&gt;Non me ne divido mai.&lt;br /&gt;Dove vado io, vieni anche tu, mia amata;&lt;br /&gt;qualsiasi cosa sia fatta da me,&lt;br /&gt;la fai anche tu, mia cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non temo il fato&lt;br /&gt;perché il mio fato sei tu, mia dolce.&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio il mondo, perché il mio,&lt;br /&gt;il più bello, il più vero sei tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il nostro segreto profondo&lt;br /&gt;radice di tutte le radici&lt;br /&gt;germoglio di tutti i germogli&lt;br /&gt;e cielo dei cieli&lt;br /&gt;di un albero chiamato vita,&lt;br /&gt;che cresce più alto&lt;br /&gt;di quanto l'anima spera,&lt;br /&gt;e la mente nasconde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa è la meraviglia che le stelle separa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma il tuo cuore esiste nel mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edward Cummings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-2569538772311227339?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2569538772311227339/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-2244740762136460862</id><published>2009-02-24T00:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:01:13.072+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That I would be good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"That I Would Be Good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I would be good even if I did nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se non combinassi nulla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good even if I got the thumbs down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se ricevessi un giudizio negativo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good if I got and stayed sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se mi ammalassi e restassi malata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good even if I gained ten pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se guadagnassi 10 sterline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be fine even if I went bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare tranquilla anche se andassi in bancarotta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good if I lost my hair and my youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se perdessi i capelli e la giovinezza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be great if I was no longer queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei sentirmi importante anche se non fossi più una regina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be grand if I was not all knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei sentirmi grandiosa anche se sapessi di non conoscere tutto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be loved even when I numb myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei essere amata anche quando mi faccio del male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good even when I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche quando mi sento sopraffatta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be loved even when I was fuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei essere amata anche quando vado su tutte le furie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good even if I was clingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se diventassi appiccicosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good even if I lost sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene anche se perdessi la salute mentale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I would be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorrei stare bene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whether with or without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con o senza di te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Alanis Morissette)&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/3619896632576129297-2244740762136460862?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2244740762136460862/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-i-would-be-good-that-i-would-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2244740762136460862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2244740762136460862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-i-would-be-good-that-i-would-be.html' title='That I would be good'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-2619596962161880517</id><published>2009-02-19T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:55:47.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sui figli.</title><content type='html'>E una donna che reggeva un bambino al seno disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parlaci dei Figli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lui disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vostri figli non sono figli vostri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono figli e figlie della sete che la vita ha di sè stessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essi vengono attraverso di voi, ma non da voi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E benché vivano con voi non vi appartengono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potete donare loro amore ma non i vostri pensieri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essi hanno i loro pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potete offrire rifugio ai loro corpi ma non alle loro anime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse abitano la casa del domani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che non vi sarà concesso visitare neppure in sogno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potete tentare di essere simili a loro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non farli simili a voi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vita procede e non s'attarda sul passato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi siete gli archi da cui i figli, come frecce vive, sono scoccate in avanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'arciere vede il bersaglio sul sentiero dell'infinito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vi tende con forza affinché le sue frecce vadano rapide e lontane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affidatevi con gioia alla mano dell'arciere;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poiché come ama il volo della freccia così ama la fermezza dell'arco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Khalil Gibran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-2619596962161880517?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2619596962161880517/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/02/sui-figli.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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poesie che amo molto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prima, quella di T.S. Eliot, è incompleta perchè molto lunga (ho trovato un link dove vengono riportate alcune delle strofe più belle), la seconda invece, quella di Kipling, è completa ma in inglese. E ' tratta dalla raccolta "Beyond the Pale" dello stesso autore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buona lettura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/love_song_of_har.html"&gt;The Love Song of Har Dyal (R.Kipling)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.la-poesia.it/stranieri/inglesi/americani/eliot/TSE_prufrok_il-canto-d-amore.htm"&gt;Il Canto d'Amore di J.Alfred Prufrock (T.S.Eliot)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-4302092286175671559?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/4302092286175671559/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/02/vi-propongo-due-poesie-che-amo-molto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4302092286175671559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4302092286175671559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/02/vi-propongo-due-poesie-che-amo-molto.html' title='Canti d&apos;Amore...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-401352962651713271</id><published>2009-02-07T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:49:17.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E la prima è andata!</title><content type='html'>La mia prima settimana di lavoro come educatrice in un asilo è finita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dire che sono mediamente soddisfatta! Penso di essermela cavata benino per essere la prima volta che faccio questo lavoro.&lt;br /&gt;Certo, so che ho ancora molto da imparare (più che altro credo si tratti di "implementare" - oddio inizio a parlare come Luca! - le mie capacità pratico-organizzative) ma sono fiduciosa! I bambini si sono affezionati a me - alcuni in modo particolare - ed io a loro, Diana (una delle mie colleghe) è per me una sorta di "punto di riferimento" e/o "modello", non da imitare, ma da cui apprendere!&lt;br /&gt;A volte, se mi paragono a lei, mi sento un po' incapace e quindi cerco di "sfruttarla" (nel senso buono del termine) per imparare tutto ciò che ancora non so. Cerco inoltre di sviluppare il "mio stile", che non è il suo nè quello di un altro. E' mio e basta e ne sono fiera.&lt;br /&gt;Se mi fermo a riflettere mi scopro ancora un po' agitata ed ho ancora la paura/impressione (vedere post:E si comincia )che tutto possa improvvisamente crollare come un castello di carte (e forse è questo che mi impedisce di essere soddisfatta e contenta al 100%) ma cerco di prendere ogni cosa "a piccoli passi", giorno per giorno, cercando di non "fasciarmi subito la testa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dire che in questo la pratica buddista e le paroline del mio Amuri un po' mi aiutano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, come sempre, vedremo come andrà...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta Luego!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-401352962651713271?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/401352962651713271/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-la-prima-e-andata.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/401352962651713271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/401352962651713271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-la-prima-e-andata.html' title='E la prima è andata!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-1216137638236476566</id><published>2009-01-25T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:43:33.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Siamo pezzi di stelle che contemplano le stelle...</title><content type='html'>Noi siamo l'Universo e l'Universo è dentro di noi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vedere il mondo in un granello di sabbia&lt;br /&gt;E il cielo in un fiore di campo,&lt;br /&gt;Tenere l'infinito nel palmo della tua mano,&lt;br /&gt;E l'eternità in un'ora."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Auguries of Innocence - William Blake)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-1216137638236476566?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-2835754442224469747</id><published>2009-01-13T23:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:41:42.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amore ideale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ci amiamo ma ognuno di noi appartiene a se stesso, per questo ci desideriamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come si può altrimenti desiderare una cosa che si ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Un Posto nel Mondo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;§§§§§ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Commento di Valla: "vero!!l'ho capito troppo tardi......!!!!"&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/3619896632576129297-2835754442224469747?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2835754442224469747/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2009/01/lamore-ideale.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2835754442224469747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, sulla tua cavalcatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smisurata creatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei la più bella fioritura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di un'eretta natura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu monti e sei la montatura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E un vanto per la lussuria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos'hai nell'armatura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un cuore con l'impugnatura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Il mio è ancora chiaro e puro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E col mio cuore ti curo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Io farò mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La tua avventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che impiccheranno la Esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miei sogni appena nati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caro, tu li hai soffocati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E adesso stammi a sentire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Io vengo e voglio venire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A rotolarmi nel fango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E allora stringimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Le tue frasi sono ingiurie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E il tuo amore è impuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma metto con le spalle al muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quel cuore in te più duro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E strappa via la mia cintura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu, vieni in me, lordura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fammi sentire la lussuria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che morirà la Esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ti amerò se tu mi giuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che impiccheranno la Esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Che morirà la Zingara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3619896632576129297-2336356471730839691?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2336356471730839691/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-cavalcatura.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2336356471730839691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2336356471730839691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-cavalcatura.html' title='La Cavalcatura'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-29040543743969240</id><published>2008-12-05T00:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T15:34:36.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Considerazioni</title><content type='html'>Non parlerò nello specifico di un'esperienza che sto ancora scoprendo e che per adesso desidero custodire nel mio cuore però vorrei comunque condividere con quanti leggeranno (se mai ci saranno! :P ) queste due "semplici" considerazioni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Il buddismo NON E' STOICISMO&lt;br /&gt;2) Noi siamo il problema ma ANCHE la soluzione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....il resto nelle prossime puntate...forse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-29040543743969240?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/29040543743969240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/12/non-parlero-nello-specifico-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/29040543743969240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/29040543743969240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/12/non-parlero-nello-specifico-di.html' title='Considerazioni'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3983801031422238727</id><published>2008-09-19T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Che te ne fai di un titolo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   font-weight: bold; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Non ce la fanno &lt;br /&gt;i belli muoiono tra le fiamme: &lt;br /&gt;sonniferi, veleno per i topi, corda, &lt;br /&gt;qualunque cosa........ &lt;br /&gt;si strappano le braccia, &lt;br /&gt;si buttano dalla finestra, &lt;br /&gt;si cavano gli occhi dalle orbite, &lt;br /&gt;respingono l'amore &lt;br /&gt;respingono l'odio &lt;br /&gt;respingono, respingono. &lt;br /&gt;Non ce la fanno &lt;br /&gt;i belli non resistono, &lt;br /&gt;sono le farfalle &lt;br /&gt;sono le colombe &lt;br /&gt;sono i passeri, &lt;br /&gt;non ce la fanno. &lt;br /&gt;Una lunga fiammata &lt;br /&gt;mentra i vecchi giocano a dama nel parco &lt;br /&gt;una fiammata, una bella fiammata &lt;br /&gt;mentre i vecchi giocano a dama nel parco &lt;br /&gt;al sole &lt;br /&gt;i belli si trovano all'angolo di una stanza &lt;br /&gt;accartocciati tra ragni e siringhe, nel silenzio, &lt;br /&gt;e non sapremo mai perchè se ne sono andati, &lt;br /&gt;erano tanto &lt;br /&gt;belli. &lt;br /&gt;Non ce la fanno &lt;br /&gt;i belli muoiono giovani &lt;br /&gt;e lasciano i brutti alla loro brutta vita. &lt;br /&gt;Amabili e vivaci: vita e suicidio e morte &lt;br /&gt;mentre i vecchi giocano a dama sotto il sole &lt;br /&gt;nel parco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;(Charles Bukowski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;Dedicata a Marylin Monroe, James Dean, River Phoenix, Heat Ledger etc. ed a tutti quei "belli" che, come falene, la fiamma di Hollywood ha bruciato troppo presto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;Dedicato, però, anche a tutta quella "gente comune" che, proprio come le suddette falene, si sono bruciate con le fiamme della Vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;A voi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: normal; "&gt;G. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3619896632576129297-3983801031422238727?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3983801031422238727/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/09/che-te-ne-fai-di-un-titolo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3983801031422238727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3983801031422238727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/09/che-te-ne-fai-di-un-titolo.html' title='Che te ne fai di un titolo?'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3400516046607592271</id><published>2008-09-07T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valentina...</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/_kpG--pOIEto/SMQG-Otaa3I/AAAAAAAAABM/hpf1lcJxCxo/s1600-h/Valentina+Venanzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SMQG-Otaa3I/AAAAAAAAABM/hpf1lcJxCxo/s320/Valentina+Venanzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243323532336327538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please don't cry&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please don't sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't look back at this time as a time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Of heartbreak and distress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember me, remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh I'll be with you, oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But If I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please dont sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't look back at this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As a time of heartbreak and distress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember me, remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't cry, I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't sigh, I'm by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't cry, I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't sigh, I'm by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And though my flesh is gone, whoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll still be with you at all times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And although my body's gone, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be there to comfort you at all times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But If I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please dont sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't look back at this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As a time of heartbreak and distress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember me, remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh, I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I don't want you to cry and weep, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I want you to go on living your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm not sleeping an endless sleep, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You have all of our good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh, all of our good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh oh you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And if I'm gone when you wake up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Please dont sigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Don't look back at this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As a time of heartbreak and distress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remember me, remember me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;'Cause I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you in your dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be with you in your dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hanson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se me ne sarò andato al tuo risveglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;per favore non piangere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;e se sarò andato via quando ti desti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;non chiedere perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non ripensare a quel periodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;come un momento di sofferenza e stanchezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricordami, ricordami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;perchè io sarò con te nei tuoi sogni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;sarò con te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma se sarò andato via al tuo risveglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;per favore non piangere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;E se sarò andato via quando ti desti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;non è un addio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non ripensare a quel periodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;come un momento di sofferenza e stanchezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ricordami, ricordami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;perchè io sarò con te nei tuoi sogni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non piangere, sono con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non piangere, sono al tuo fianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non piangere, sono con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non piangere, sono al tuo fianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;E sebbene la mia carne è sparita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;sarò lì con te per sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;e sebbene il mio corpo non c'è più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;io sarò sempre lì per confortati tutte le volte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarò con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarò con te nei tuoi sogni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non voglio che tu pianga e ti lamenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Voglio che tu vada avanti e viva la tua vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Non sto dormendo un sonno senza fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;E nel tuo cuore andrà tutto bene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;andrà sempre tutto bene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Rit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarò con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarò con te nei tuoi sogni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarò con te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&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/3619896632576129297-3400516046607592271?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3400516046607592271/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/09/valentina.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3400516046607592271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3400516046607592271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/09/valentina.html' title='A Valentina...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SMQG-Otaa3I/AAAAAAAAABM/hpf1lcJxCxo/s72-c/Valentina+Venanzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8341312152353834730</id><published>2008-08-25T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete di te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Sete di te m'incalza(Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Sete di te m'incalza nelle notti affamate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Tremula mano rossa che si leva fino alla tua vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ebbra di sete, pazza di sete, sete di selva riarsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Sete di metallo ardente, sete di radici avide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Verso dove, nelle sere in cui i tuoi occhi non vadano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;in viaggio verso i miei occhi, attendendoti allora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Sei piena di tutte le ombre che mi spiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Mi segui come gli astri seguono la notte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Mia madre mi partorì pieno di domande sottili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Tu a tutte rispondi. Sei piena di voci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ancora bianca che cadi sul mare che attraversiamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Solco per il torbido seme del mio nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Esista una terra mia che non copra la tua orma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Senza i tuoi occhi erranti, nella notte, verso dove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Per questo sei la sete e ciò che deve saziarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Come poter non amarti se per questo devo amarti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Se questo è il legame come poterlo tagliare, come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Come, se persino le mie ossa hanno sete delle tue ossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Sete di te, sete di te, ghirlanda arroce e dolce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Sete di te, che nelle notti mi morde come un cane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Gli occhi hanno sete, perchè esistono i tuoi occhi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;La bocca ha sete, perchè esistono i tuoi baci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;L'anima è accesa di queste braccia che ti amano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Il corpo, incendio vivo che brucerà il tuo corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Di sete. Sete infinita. Sete che cerca la tua sete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;E in essa si distrugge come l'acqua nel fuoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;(dedicata a Luca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&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/3619896632576129297-8341312152353834730?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8341312152353834730/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sete-di-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8341312152353834730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8341312152353834730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sete-di-te.html' title='Sete di te...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-392963812199722045</id><published>2008-07-28T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggiornamenti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mi sono resa conto che era da un bel po' che non sistemavo il mio blog e così, questa mattina, invece di fare "cose utili" (ma chi l'ha detto che sistemare il mio blog non lo sia???) mi sono dedicata a fare qualche aggiuntina a questa sorta di mio diario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ho aggiunto un video in fondo, tolto qualcosa e messo qualcos'altro...tutto rigorosamente dedicato a uno dei film più significativi, per me, degli ultimi anni... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;V FOR VENDETTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;...e di questi tempi, dati gli ultimi chiari di luna della politica, consiglierei a molti (soprattutto ai fan dello psiconano) di vederlo...so che non lo farete o che forse, alla fine del film, con il dvd andrete a farci un bel rogo ma io ci provo lo stesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pace e bene! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-392963812199722045?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/392963812199722045/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aggiornamenti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/392963812199722045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/392963812199722045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aggiornamenti.html' title='Aggiornamenti'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-9164414395545494100</id><published>2008-04-15T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Elezioni...no comment! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;RIGURGITO ANTIFASCISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;99 POSSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Fichettini inamidati tutti turgidi e induriti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; vanno per la strada tutti fieri ed impettiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; si sentono virili atletici e puristi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; sono merda secca al sole luridi fascisti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Domenica allo stadio tutti a sfogare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; frustrazioni accumulate in settimane ad obbedire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; obbedire ad un potere strumentale al capitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; sissignore mi dispiace ho fatto molto male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Cala la notte e messe a posto le cartelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; reggono i calzoni con due comode bretelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; rasano la testa l’anfibio bene in mostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; coltello nella tasca e incomincia poi la giostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Drogato negro, frocio comunista pervertito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; terrone punk’ a bestia sadomaso travestito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; è inutile nasconderti sarai individuato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; e nel cuore della notte sarai sprangato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 20 a 1 è la tua forza fascio infame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ti nascondi ed alle spalle mi colpisci con le lame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; non ti fai vedere in faccia non serve a niente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; con la tua puzza di merda ti distinguo tra la gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; rit. C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Stai a sentire verme schifoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; tu non mi campi a lungo ti mando a riposo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; c’è una sola violenza che posso accettare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; lotta di classe contropotere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Violenza dettata da necessità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; necessità oggettiva quella di poter campà’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Campare liberato dal lavoro salariato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ma la tua violenza l’ho già spiegato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; è l’azione più eclatante miserabile e impotente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; di chi non può far niente disprezzato dalla gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; rit. C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sei il braccio armato del padronato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; che ti succhia fino all’osso e poi sei licenziato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; miserabile servo dei servi di potere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; tu questo lo sai bene e ti fa incazzare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; vuoto come un cesso non ti sai organizzare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; vigliacco depresso ed incominci a picchiare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; dite rivoluzione fottutissimi vermi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ma siete solo servi dei servi dei servi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Servi dei servi dei servi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; nulla può smentire la parola dei bastardi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; generati come automi o peggio bene di consumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; sistematicamente MERDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; per chi vende immagini ricicla stereotipi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; a reti unificate per la brava gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; l’informazione di regime non vede e non sente niente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; non si parla di chi è picchiato bruciato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; mentre il fascista oggi è guardia dello stato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; in nome di un valore finto uccide per istinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; come bestie feroci accecate dalla tua idiozia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; 99 POSSE e ZOU antifascismo militante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; senza tregua la sola costante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; in culo a quella gente che pensa incoerentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; per questo chi mi ascolta non mi darà ascolto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; l’unico fascista buono è il fascista morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; rit. C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Dico non mi provocare dico non mi provocare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; dico stammi lontano dico vattene a cacare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; dico se mi incontri per la strada incomincia a scappare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; tieni bene a mente dico non dimenticare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Tocca i compagni e sò’ cazzi da cacare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; mi puoi fare l’agguato mi puoi sprangare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ma i compagni sono tanti ti verranno a cercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; in massa di giorno per fartela pagare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; E allora non si scappa non c’è niente da fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; la rabbia dei compagni non la si può fermare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; come non si può fermare il proprio stesso respirare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; lottare e respirare perché è quello che siamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; respiri per non morire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; lotti per continuare a campare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; La lotta continua va avanti si evolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; e dopo tanti anni di infamie e di vergogne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; sarete ricacciati per sempre nelle fogne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; rit. C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; C’ho un rigurgito antifascista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; se vedo un punto nero ci sparo a vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-9164414395545494100?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/9164414395545494100/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/04/elezionino-comment.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/9164414395545494100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/9164414395545494100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/04/elezionino-comment.html' title='Elezioni...no comment! :('/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-570223248260506865</id><published>2008-04-01T21:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Al mio ragazzo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Jovanotti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;A te che sei l’unica al mondo&lt;br /&gt;L’unica ragione&lt;br /&gt;Per arrivare fino in fondo&lt;br /&gt;Ad ogni mio respiro&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti guardo&lt;br /&gt;Dopo un giorno pieno di parole&lt;br /&gt;Senza che tu mi dica niente&lt;br /&gt;Tutto si fa chiaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che mi hai trovato&lt;br /&gt;All’angolo coi pugni chiusi&lt;br /&gt;Con le mie spalle contro il muro&lt;br /&gt;Pronto a difendermi&lt;br /&gt;Con gli occhi bassi&lt;br /&gt;Stavo in fila&lt;br /&gt;Con i disillusi&lt;br /&gt;Tu mi hai raccolto&lt;br /&gt;Come un gatto&lt;br /&gt;E mi hai portato con te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te io canto una canzone&lt;br /&gt;Perchè non ho altro&lt;br /&gt;Niente di meglio da offrirti&lt;br /&gt;Di tutto quello che ho&lt;br /&gt;Prendi il mio tempo&lt;br /&gt;E la magìa&lt;br /&gt;Che con un solo salto&lt;br /&gt;Ci fa volare dentro l’aria&lt;br /&gt;Come bollicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente sei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei il mio grande amore&lt;br /&gt;Ed il mio amore grande&lt;br /&gt;A te che hai preso la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;E ne hai fatto molto di più&lt;br /&gt;A te che hai dato senso al tempo&lt;br /&gt;Senza misurarlo&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei il mio amore grande&lt;br /&gt;Ed il mio grande amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che io&lt;br /&gt;Ti ho visto piangere nella mia mano&lt;br /&gt;Fragile che potevo ucciderti stringendoti un pò&lt;br /&gt;E poi ti ho visto&lt;br /&gt;Con la forza di un aeroplano&lt;br /&gt;Prendere in mano la tua vita&lt;br /&gt;E trascinarla in salvo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che mi hai insegnato i sogni&lt;br /&gt;E l’arte dell’avventura&lt;br /&gt;A te che credi nel coraggio&lt;br /&gt;E anche nella paura&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei la miglior cosa&lt;br /&gt;Che mi sia successa&lt;br /&gt;A te che cambi tutti i giorni&lt;br /&gt;E resti sempre la stessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente sei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei sogni miei&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei&lt;br /&gt;Essenzialmente sei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei sogni miei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che non ti piaci mai&lt;br /&gt;E sei una meraviglia&lt;br /&gt;Le forze della natura si concentrano in te&lt;br /&gt;Che sei una roccia sei una pianta sei un uragano&lt;br /&gt;Sei l’orizzonte che mi accoglie quando mi allontano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei l’unica amica&lt;br /&gt;Che io posso avere&lt;br /&gt;L’unico amore che vorrei&lt;br /&gt;Se io non ti avessi con me&lt;br /&gt;A te che hai reso la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;Bella da morire&lt;br /&gt;Che riesci a render la fatica&lt;br /&gt;Un immenso piacere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei il mio grande amore&lt;br /&gt;Ed il mio amore grande&lt;br /&gt;A te che hai preso la mia vita&lt;br /&gt;E ne hai fatto molto di più&lt;br /&gt;A te che hai dato senso al tempo&lt;br /&gt;Senza misurarlo&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei il mio amore grande&lt;br /&gt;Ed il mio grande amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A te che sei&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente sei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei sogni miei&lt;br /&gt;E a te che sei&lt;br /&gt;Semplicemente sei&lt;br /&gt;Compagna dei giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;Sostanza dei sogni miei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E se non basta...c'è anche il VIDEO in fondo al Blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amote!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-570223248260506865?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/570223248260506865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/04/al-mio-ragazzo.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/570223248260506865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/570223248260506865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/04/al-mio-ragazzo.html' title='Al mio ragazzo...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8599394366644599363</id><published>2008-03-27T22:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia vita adesso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOLE SPENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Timoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono giorni in cui mi sveglio spento&lt;br /&gt;E tutto sommato provo a starci dentro&lt;br /&gt;Nella mia stanza aspetto il mio momento&lt;br /&gt;Sono qui, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Io, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Quando la vita sembra un treno lento&lt;br /&gt;Penso agli amici fuori e muoio dentro&lt;br /&gt;La mia generazione senza vento&lt;br /&gt;Sono qui, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Io, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Finchè arriverà il mio momento&lt;br /&gt;Stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Col pensiero tu, tu stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Sole spento&lt;br /&gt;Io ti sento con me&lt;br /&gt;Quando sei condannato al pentimento&lt;br /&gt;Stanco di sentir dire “non ho tempo”&lt;br /&gt;Come in un sole in cui sentire freddo&lt;br /&gt;Sono qui, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Io, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Finchè arriverà il mio momento&lt;br /&gt;Stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Col pensiero tu, tu stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Sole spento&lt;br /&gt;Io ti sento con me&lt;br /&gt;Sono qui, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Io, aspetterò&lt;br /&gt;Finchè arriverà il mio momento&lt;br /&gt;Stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Col pensiero tu, tu stammi accanto&lt;br /&gt;Sole spento&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei dentro di me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-8599394366644599363?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8599394366644599363/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-mia-vita-adesso.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8599394366644599363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8599394366644599363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-mia-vita-adesso.html' title='La mia vita adesso...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-137559875385193125</id><published>2008-03-19T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Progetti!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oggi a Roma c'è il sole e, come tutte le volte che c'è il sole, io mi sento meglio e più propositiva e quindi mi sono messa a fare qualche progettino futuro circa la mia vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Non so se li realizzerò mai o se resteranno solo parole in un blog ma, adesso, quello che mi preme è "fissare su carta" queste mie idee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mi piacerebbe, magari fra un anno, una volta terminato il mio secondo anno di master, poter cambiare città.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Andare a Firenze per esempio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ricominciare in una città che, alla fine, benchè abbia anche lì dei parenti, sento come nuova per me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Non potrei infatti vivere a Napoli benchè in teoria abbia molta più confidenza con questo posto che con la città nominata prima. Non so bene il motivo ma sento che Napoli non sarebbe abbastanza nuova come scelta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ed io ho voglia di ricominciare proprio "da zero".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E poi, a Firenze, c'è anche l'Istituto di Terapia Familiare che, a dirla tutta, mi piacerebbe poter frequentare visto che comunque ho intenzione di iscrivermi(dopo il master) ad una scuola di specializzazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E allora perchè fossilizzarsi su Roma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho dei soldi da parte, potrei usarne una parte per prendere in affitto una stanza o meglio un piccolo monolocale. Non credo che lì gli affitti siano così allucinanti come a Roma...e poi, se dovessi averne proprio bisogno (almeno per i primi tempi) ho sempre i miei zii, le mie cugine...una delle quali lavora anche in una agenzia immobiliare e quindi trovare casa forse non sarebbe neanche così impossibile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mi troverei un lavoretto ovvio. Qualcosa che mi permetta di guadagnare quel tanto che mi serve per poter vivere lì e studiare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho voglia di una città più piccola di Roma ma più grande comunque di un semplice paese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Firenze mi sembra l'ideale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mi piace il dialetto toscano. E' una città d'arte e quindi anche il mio spirito ne sarebbe nutrito. Ho delle conoscenze e in generale non ho eccessivi problemi nel conoscere gente nuova...anzi...devo dire che mi piace parecchio. Certo non sono mai stata, ne sarò mai, una tipa caciarona ma...è davvero così necessario esserlo? Non credo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Il mio motto è sempre stato: pochi ma buoni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho voglia di una città più a "grandezza d'uomo" e, benchè io ami la mia città, ho voglia di sperimentarmi altrove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roma resterà sempre la mia "casa-base", il mio "porto" per le burrasche ma, fuori dai suoi confini, c'è tanto altro mondo che vorrei vedere, scoprire...vivere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anni fa ero decisa ad andare a vivere a Londra. Oggi, magari in modo più adulto e concreto, comincio da piccoli passi...come appunto spostarsi altrove ma non necessariamente fuori dalla mia nazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un domani chissà!Non escludo nulla, non è nella mia natura, la vita fa troppi giri strani per poterlo fare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho riflettuto, inoltre, sul fatto che di certe cose bisogna preoccuparsene a tempo debito, quando accadranno e se accadranno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Perchè tormentarsi già da prima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Non è detto che se una porta ora è chiusa non possa aprirsi in futuro, così come non è detto che se una porta ora è aperta in futuro non possa chiudersi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E' questione di tempi, di attesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ma vale la pena angosciarsi durante questa attesa? Forse no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tanto, se una cosa deve capitare, capiterà. O perchè te la sarai cercata o perchè la Vita ha deciso di metterti davanti questa possibilità. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ho capito che ho dei limiti, delle debolezze, che fanno di me un "perfetto" essere umano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ciò che non ha difetti infatti, secondo me, non è perfetto ma maligno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sono una persona, non un divinità, e come tale devo accettarmi...anche se a volte è difficile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ci son cose che mi scivolano addosso più facilmente e altre invece che mi tengono invischiata più a ungo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E allora? è un problema questo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fin'ora per me lo è stato. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Di solito tendo ad essere una persona molto "rigida", categorica quasi, su certi aspetti delle cose e soprattutto del mio carattere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E invece no! Non è questo il modo migiore di affrontare la vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bisogna sapersi accettare...anche se fare ciò significa mettere in crisi quell' immagine "coerente" e "compatta" di noi stessi che avevamo, o ci stavamo innaturalmente sforzando di avere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Voglio concedermi la possibilità di essere imperfetta, di essere volubile per certe cose, di essere fragile e di sperare e sognare ancora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ne ho bisogno per affrontare lo schifo di tutti i giorni, le tante cose che ultimamente non vanno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Devo essere più positiva...e questo sole devo dire che mi aiuta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anche a giudicare da questo lungo papiello! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...ma, OGGI, va bene così...e non...SENZA PAROLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ghghghg...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un' ottimista e propositiva Gaia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(me la godo finchè dura!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;XDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E la prossima settimana...palestra!olè!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-137559875385193125?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/137559875385193125/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/03/progetti.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/137559875385193125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/137559875385193125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/03/progetti.html' title='Progetti!!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8770235475874578445</id><published>2008-02-19T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;°*°Pink-Family Portrait°*°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Momma please stop cryin, I can’t stand the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I told dad you didn’t mean those nasty things you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;You fight about money, bout me and my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And this I come home to, this is my shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It ain’t easy growin up in World War III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Never knowin what love could be, you’ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don’t want love to destroy me like it has done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can we work it out? Can we be a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can we work it out? Can we be a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy please stop yellin, I can’t stand the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;My mama she loves you, no matter what she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;its true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I know that she hurts you, but remember I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;you, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don’t wanna go back to that place, but don’t have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;no choice, no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It ain’t easy growin up in World War III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don’t want love to destroy me like it did my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can we work it out? Can we be a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Can we work it out? Can we be a family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait, we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let’s play pretend, let's act like it comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don’t wanna have to split the holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don’t want two addresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don’t want a step-brother anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;And I don’t want my mom to have to change her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;last name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We look pretty normal, let's go back to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We look pretty normal, let's go back to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(I promise I’ll be better, Mommy I’ll do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let's play pretend act and like it comes so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In our family portrait we look pretty happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;We look pretty normal, let's go back to that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(I promise I’ll be better, Daddy please don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;leave)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Turn around please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Remember that the night you left you took my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;shining star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Daddy don’t leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Don't leave us here alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mom will be nicer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I’ll be so much better, I’ll tell my brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh, I won’t spill the milk at dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I’ll be so much better, I’ll do everything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I’ll be your little girl forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I’ll go to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Non voglio e non serve aggiungere altro...mi chiedo solo: cosa devo aspettarmi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;E la risposta, qualunque sia, mi spaventa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;G.&lt;/span&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/3619896632576129297-8770235475874578445?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8770235475874578445/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/02/pink-family-portrait-uh-uh-some-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8770235475874578445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8770235475874578445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/02/pink-family-portrait-uh-uh-some-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8151736751851335445</id><published>2008-01-31T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il potere di ferire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Siamo spaventosamente vulnerabili davanti a coloro che amiamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Non è ironico, come coloro che dovrebbero renderti felice a volte ti feriscono nel peggiore dei modi? E ciò che rende il dolore ancora più intenso è che non solo non fai nulla per difendere te stesso, ma esattamente l’opposto – ti offri loro di buon grado perché rigirino il coltello nella ferita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Coloro che ami possono lasciarti per terra, sorridente e senza vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ma ti arrendi? No, tu sei felice di fare tutto questo, felice di darti via in quel modo. Perché speri che quando sarai scomparso, senza anima e senza amore, un giorno la persona che amavi inciamperà su qualche piccolo pezzetto che avevi lasciato in soffitta e si ricorderà di te. Forse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;[Tratto da THOSE ONE LOVES.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...e anche io mi sento così...perchè anche io...AMO QUALCUNO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-8151736751851335445?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8151736751851335445/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-potere-di-ferire.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8151736751851335445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8151736751851335445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-potere-di-ferire.html' title='Il potere di ferire...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8462300048348897733</id><published>2007-10-15T20:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15/10/06-15/10/07  UN ANNO!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E con questo post, dedicato a colui che ormai da un anno condivide con me il suo cuore e i suoi sogni e che mi accompagna in un tratto di strada, interrompo momentaneamente il mio blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriverò ancora? Non scriverò?&lt;br /&gt;Non so, sono domande alle quali ora non ho voglia di rispondere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Vi "lascio", dunque, con una canzone che ho sempre amato e che dedico a colui che mi sta accanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dedico a te...Mio Luca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;SE RIMANIAMO INSIEME:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se rimaniamo insieme potremo anche volare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;potremo attraversare questo mare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se rimaniamo insieme nelle diversità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;insieme scopriremo la nostra unicità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se noi si resta insieme saremo la continuità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se rimaniamo insieme sarà vera libertà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà tu non sarai mai sola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se rimaniamo insieme se ci diciamo tutto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se insieme seminiamo insieme coglieremo il frutto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se noi si resta insieme sarà una meraviglia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se rimaniamo insieme saremo una famiglia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;tu non sarai mai sola sotto questo cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;io non sarò mai sono sotto questo cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;noi rimarremo insieme se noi ci capiremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se ci perdoneremo gli sbagli che faremo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;noi rimarremo insieme se avremo volontà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;se riusciremo insieme a darci libertà per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà tu non sarai mai sola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;sotto questo cielo, io non sarò mai solo, sotto questo cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;per la vita che verrà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;tu non sarai mai sola, mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jovanotti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/3619896632576129297-8462300048348897733?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8462300048348897733/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/10/151006-151007-un-anno.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8462300048348897733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8462300048348897733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/10/151006-151007-un-anno.html' title='15/10/06-15/10/07  UN ANNO!!!!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-7306511807937678470</id><published>2007-07-15T17:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:35.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15 luglio 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Riguardando questo blog ho notato che la maggior parte dei miei interventi sono dedicati ad una persona...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;...forse questo renderà alquanto monotona la lettura(se mai ci fosse qualche pazzo che voglia sprecare tempo a leggere questa piccola e parziale rappresentazione materiale di me stessa)di tale blog...eppure...eppure...anche il prossimo post sarà per LUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Perchè ci sono momenti in cui sembra che le vostre strade si stiano dividendo e che le differenze tra voi divengano quasi muri tra le anime ma...ieri mi è successa una cosa strana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ero in giro per Roma, con un amico...una persona simpatica e dolce....ma...il mio pensiero volava spessimo a LUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;SOLO A LUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Era il suo abbraccio che volevo su di me, le sue labbra sopra le mie...volevo il suo profumo e la morbidezza della sua pelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Era la sua voce che volevo sentir ridere e coccolarmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Erano le sue battutte, le sue cazzate, i suoi scherzi di cui volevo gioire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Insomma...ho pensato che mai come prima forse lo avrei voluto vicino in quel momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;In quel preciso istante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;E ho capito quanto lo amo...e quanto sono felice di essere sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;E ci saranno altri litigi, incomprensioni, dolore forse....ma...come ho sentito oggi in una puntata di Scrubs: "Sia le coppie ben assortite che quelle fallimentari nuotano nella stessa merda di tutti i giorni. La differenza sta che le coppie ben assortite faranno di tutto per non lasciarsene travolgere. Che quando le cose diverrano difficili, complicate, uno dei due o entrambi faranno di tutto per proteggere e salvare la loro storia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Io credo che noi siamo una di quelle coppie "ben assortite".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Luca...TI AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Ricordalo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: verdana;font-family:courier new;" &gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-7306511807937678470?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/7306511807937678470/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-luglio-2007.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7306511807937678470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7306511807937678470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/07/15-luglio-2007.html' title='15 luglio 2007'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-124134503916236771</id><published>2007-05-16T00:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:37:55.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 mesi bellissimi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Questa è per te Luca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;amore mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ho comprato dei nuovi colori,&lt;br /&gt;volevo che la mia vita smettesse di vestirsi di NERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; ROSA&lt;/span&gt; dell'infanzia lo avevo perso da tempo,&lt;br /&gt;fin troppo chiaro ciò nella mia mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ROSSO&lt;/span&gt; dell'amore mi aveva ferito,&lt;br /&gt;lasciando solo un pozzo più profondo del blu del mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi c'è stato il &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;GIALLO&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;che lentamente&amp;nbsp; mi ha sedotta con la sua brillantezza,&lt;br /&gt;per poi farmi crudelmente capire che non è tutt'oro quel che luccica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato dunque l' &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;AZZURRO&lt;/span&gt;, il celeste delle nuvole,&lt;br /&gt;ma come una nuvola esso se n'è andato, &lt;br /&gt;inconsistente piacere che sa di poco,&lt;br /&gt;e proprio io sono stata il soffio di vento che lo ha spinto via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volevo esser libera, non volevo più colori nel mio mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Avrei vissuto nel &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;BIANCO&lt;/span&gt; asettico ma indolore del mio io devastato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;BIANCO&lt;/span&gt; vuoto, senza gioia,&lt;br /&gt;privo delle ombre e delle sfumature che si celano dietro ogni colore&lt;br /&gt;e che nascondono sorprese,&lt;br /&gt;dolorose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;BIANCO&lt;/span&gt; sporco a volte, &lt;br /&gt;macchiato da qualche lacrima &lt;br /&gt;o da un ricordo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un unico colore, fin'ora, non aveva fatto parte &lt;br /&gt;della mia tavola di pittrice inesperta:&lt;br /&gt;il &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;VERDE&lt;/span&gt;, la speranza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finchè tu non l'hai portato con te &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...dentro il mio cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;The seventh MONTH of a seventh MONTH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;^___*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: verdana;"&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-124134503916236771?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/124134503916236771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-mesi-bellissimi.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/124134503916236771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/124134503916236771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-mesi-bellissimi.html' title='7 mesi bellissimi...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-1011472639515176457</id><published>2007-04-03T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La mia Canzone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="testo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPPURE SENTIRE (un senso di te)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Elisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un passo dal possibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un passo da te&lt;br /&gt;Paura di decidere&lt;br /&gt;Paura di me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tutto quello che non so&lt;br /&gt;Di tutto quello che non ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure sentire&lt;br /&gt;Nei fiori tra l'asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Nei cieli di cobalto - c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure sentire&lt;br /&gt;Nei sogni in fondo a un pianto&lt;br /&gt;Nei giorni di silenzio - c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un senso di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;C'è un senso di te&lt;br /&gt;mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure sentire&lt;br /&gt;Nei fiori tra l'asfalto&lt;br /&gt;Nei cieli di cobalto - c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure sentire&lt;br /&gt;Nei sogni in fondo a un pianto&lt;br /&gt;Nei giorni di silenzio - c'è&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un senso di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;C'è un senso di te&lt;br /&gt;mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un senso di te&lt;br /&gt;mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...&lt;br /&gt;C'è un senso di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dedicata a me stessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;G.&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/3619896632576129297-1011472639515176457?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/1011472639515176457/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-mia-canzone.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1011472639515176457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1011472639515176457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-mia-canzone.html' title='La mia Canzone....'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3976197269591556096</id><published>2007-02-15T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...e sono quattro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Siamo Angeli con una sola Ala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Solo Abbracciati possiamo Volare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;...e son quattro mesi che stiamo Volando amor mio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/3619896632576129297-3976197269591556096?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3976197269591556096/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-sono-quattro.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3976197269591556096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3976197269591556096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-sono-quattro.html' title='...e sono quattro!!!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8595731201333524771</id><published>2007-02-15T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Valentine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ROMEO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Si ride delle cicatrici altrui chi non ebbe a soffrir giammai ferita…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;Giulietta appare a una finestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;, quale luce vedo sprigionarsi lassù, dal vano di quella finestra? È l’oriente, lassù, e Giulietta è il sole! Sorgi, bel sole, e l’invidiosa luna già pallida di rabbia ed ammalata uccidi, perché &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;, che  sua ancella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; di gran lunga di lei più splendente. Non restare sua ancella, se invidiosa essa è di te; la verginal sua veste s’è fatta ormai d’un color verde scialbo e non l’indossano altre che le sciocche. Gettala via!… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;, sì, è la mia donna, l’amore mio. Ah, s’ella lo sapesse! Ella mi parla, senza dir parola. Come mai?… È il suo occhio che mi discorre, ed io risponderò. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;, ma che sto dicendo… Presuntuoso ch’io sono! Non è a me, ch’ella discorre. Due luminose stelle,tra le più fulgide del firmamento avendo da sbrigar qualcosa altrove,si son partite dalle loro sfere e han pregato i suoi occhi di brillarvi fino al loro ritorno… E se quegli occhi fossero invece al posto delle stelle,e quelle stelle infisse alla sua fronte?Allora sì, la luce del suo viso farebbe impallidire quelle stelle,come il sole la luce d’una lampada;e tanto brillerebbero i suoi occhi su pei campi del cielo, che gli uccelli si metterebbero tutti a cantare credendo fosse finita la notte. Guarda com’ella poggia la sua gota a quella mano… Un guanto vorrei essere,su quella mano, e toccar quella guancia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GIULIETTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;Come avesse sentito un rumore, o forse assorta in tristi pensieri, sospirando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ahimè!…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROMEO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;Tra sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Dice qualcosa… Parla ancora,angelo luminoso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; sì bella,e da lassù &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; spandi sul mio capo tanta luce stanotte quanta più non potrebbe riversare sulle pupille volte verso il cielo degli sguardi stupiti di mortali un alato celeste messaggero che, cavalcando sopra pigre nuvole, veleggiasse per l’infinito azzurro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GIULIETTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;! Perché &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;?Ah, rinnega tuo padre!…Ricusa il tuo casato!…O, se proprio non vuoi, giurami amore, ed io non sarò più una Capuleti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ROMEO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" class="Helvetica10" &gt;Sempre tra sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Che faccio, resto zitto ad ascoltarla,oppure le rispondo?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Helvetica10" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;GIULIETTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Il tuo nome soltanto m’è nemico; ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; saresti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; per me, quand’anche non fosti un Montecchi. Che è infatti Montecchi?…Non è una mano, né un piede, né un braccio, né una faccia, né nessun’altra parte che possa dirsi appartenere a un uomo. Ah, perché &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; non porti un altro nome! Ma poi, che cos’è un nome?…Forse che quella che chiamiamo rosa cesserebbe d’avere il suo profumo se la chiamassimo con altro nome? Così s’anche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; non si dovesse più chiamar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;,chi può dire che non conserverebbe la cara perfezione ch’è la sua? Rinuncia dunque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Romeo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; al tuo nome,che non è parte della tua persona, e in cambio prenditi tutta la mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;(Dalla nostra prima serata a teatro...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Buon San Valentino 'more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sempre e per Sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;tua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/3619896632576129297-8595731201333524771?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8595731201333524771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8595731201333524771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8595731201333524771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be my Valentine...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-4151839590424871085</id><published>2007-01-31T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sei meraviglioso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERAVIGLIOSA CREATURA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Gianna Nannini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Molti mari e fiumi&lt;br /&gt;attraverserò&lt;br /&gt;dentro la tua terra&lt;br /&gt;mi ritroverai&lt;br /&gt;turbini e tempeste&lt;br /&gt;io cavalcherò&lt;br /&gt;volerò tra i fulmini&lt;br /&gt;per averti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura sei sola al mondo&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luce dei miei occhi&lt;br /&gt;brilla su di me&lt;br /&gt;voglio mille lune&lt;br /&gt;per accarezzarti&lt;br /&gt;pendo dai tuoi sogni&lt;br /&gt;veglio su di te&lt;br /&gt;non svegliarti non svegliarti&lt;br /&gt;non svegliarti....ancora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura sei sola al mondo&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi tremano le parole&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura un bacio lento&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa paura d'averti accanto&lt;br /&gt;all'improvviso tu scendi nel paradiso&lt;br /&gt;muoio d'amore meraviglioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meravigliosa creatura&lt;br /&gt;meravigliosa&lt;br /&gt;occhi di sole mi bruciano in mezzo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;amore è vita meravigliosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicato alla MIA meravigliosa creatura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Per te mio Amico, Amante, Amore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-4151839590424871085?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/4151839590424871085/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/sei-meraviglioso.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4151839590424871085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4151839590424871085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/sei-meraviglioso.html' title='Sei meraviglioso...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-5521439324868072673</id><published>2007-01-29T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And when the night is cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;There is still a light that shines on me,&lt;br /&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tu sei la mia Stella.&lt;br /&gt;Illumina con la tua Luce il buio della mia Notte più Nera.&lt;br /&gt;Fammi sentire il calore del tuo cuore che batte all'unisono col mio.&lt;br /&gt;Non lasciarmi sola.&lt;br /&gt;Mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you so,&lt;br /&gt;G.&lt;/span&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/3619896632576129297-5521439324868072673?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/5521439324868072673/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-it-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5521439324868072673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5521439324868072673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-6298003394520156730</id><published>2007-01-20T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioniere della CRI!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/RbTzn1KvsCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yOxCvYek1H4/s1600-h/Pionieri+CRI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/RbTzn1KvsCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yOxCvYek1H4/s320/Pionieri+CRI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022907350037540898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oggi, 20 gennaio 2007, realizzo finalmente uno dei miei sogni...diventare un Pioniere della Croce Rossa Italiana!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono felice e davvero molto orgogliosa di me e di far parte di qualcosa di così bello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;L'ho voluto con tutta me stessa e ho tenuto duro nonostante i tanti imprevisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E' la prima cosa che faccio PER ME, solo per me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Non per l'università, non per il lavoro, non per i miei.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'HO FATTO E LO FACCIO PER ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;E PER TUTTI COLORO A CUI COSì POTRò ESSERE UTILE.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono onorata di averne la possibilità....e ce la metterò tutta per migliorare ancora...perchè credo fermamente che bisogna:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Educare per Partecipare, Partecipare per Agire, Agire per Migliorare!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W i Pionieri e W me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia.&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/3619896632576129297-6298003394520156730?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/6298003394520156730/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/pioniere-della-cri.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6298003394520156730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6298003394520156730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/pioniere-della-cri.html' title='Pioniere della CRI!!!!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/RbTzn1KvsCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yOxCvYek1H4/s72-c/Pionieri+CRI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-6351480961302033013</id><published>2007-01-15T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tris!!!hehehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If you fall I'll catch, if you love I'll love,&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes, my dear, don't be scared,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be safe, this I swear.&lt;br /&gt;If you only love me back. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Me lo giuri, amore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Io te lo giuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ancor più tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;G.&lt;/span&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/3619896632576129297-6351480961302033013?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/6351480961302033013/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/trishehehe.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6351480961302033013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6351480961302033013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2007/01/trishehehe.html' title='Tris!!!hehehe...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-6616878088206989796</id><published>2006-12-26T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un nuovo INIZIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;span&gt;E' Natale e sei lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Tra poco, tuttavia, sarò di nuovo tra le tue braccia e il mio cuore,&lt;br /&gt; se ci penso, accelera i battiti mentre gli occhi sorridono.&lt;br /&gt;Sono emozionata...ed innamorata.&lt;br /&gt;Tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Così, in attesa di potertelo dire a voce, te lo dico attraverso una canzone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU sei il MIO NUOVO INIZIO....e andrà bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lo auguro e lo sento dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Ti amo. &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;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;L'INIZIO&lt;br /&gt;(Fiorello e Tosca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venivamo&lt;br /&gt;da esperienze sbagliate&lt;br /&gt;ben lontani&lt;br /&gt;dal vedersi mai più&lt;br /&gt;ma siamo qua&lt;br /&gt;fabbricanti di sogni&lt;br /&gt;il mio inizio sei tu&lt;br /&gt;Sconosciuti&lt;br /&gt;tu non eri nei piani&lt;br /&gt;stiam vivendo&lt;br /&gt;nuove complicità&lt;br /&gt;ma era un po'&lt;br /&gt;che il cuore voleva.&lt;br /&gt;Funzionerà&lt;br /&gt;Con te&lt;br /&gt;che io voglio riempire i miei giorni&lt;br /&gt;Te&lt;br /&gt;che io voglio far veri i miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;Te&lt;br /&gt;questo viaggio ha porti sicuri&lt;br /&gt;chiari contorni&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò&lt;br /&gt;per la fine del mondo&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò&lt;br /&gt;per amarti di più&lt;br /&gt;E così se chiami rispondo&lt;br /&gt;il mio vero inizio sei tu&lt;br /&gt;La nostra vita passava&lt;br /&gt;cercando felicità&lt;br /&gt;con te un futuro ce l'ho&lt;br /&gt;l'ho aspettato da un po'&lt;br /&gt;niente ora ci cambierà&lt;br /&gt;Con te&lt;br /&gt;che io voglio riempire i miei giorni&lt;br /&gt;Te&lt;br /&gt;che io voglio far veri i miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;Te&lt;br /&gt;questo viaggio ha porti sicuri&lt;br /&gt;chiari contorni&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò&lt;br /&gt;per la fine del mondo&lt;br /&gt;Ci sarò&lt;br /&gt;per amarti di più&lt;br /&gt;E così se chiami rispondo&lt;br /&gt;il mio vero inizio sei tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-6616878088206989796?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/6616878088206989796/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/un-nuovo-inizio.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6616878088206989796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6616878088206989796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/un-nuovo-inizio.html' title='Un nuovo INIZIO...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-925082406277364212</id><published>2006-12-15T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 mesi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nomadi-Io voglio vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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;Forse scorre dentro il silenzio il senso &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;e il profilo della vita è tra le cose &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;e anche il buio serve ad immaginare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;la ragione che ci invita a provare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so che può far bene anche gridare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;per riscattare l'anima dal torpore &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so che ad ingannarmi non è l'amore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perché voglio amare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare a farmi male, voglio morire di te... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Contro il mio equilibrio sempre un po' precario&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;libero l'istinto, ciò che mi sostiene &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;emozione nuova senza nome &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;la ragione che ci invita a continuare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;per questo problema non ho soluzione &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;io mi sento vittima e carceriere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so che ad ingannarmi non è l'amore &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perché voglio amare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Forse la coscienza, il senso della vita &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sta in mezzo a mille notti o forse più &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;non servirà tradire semplicemente amare &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;qualsiasi cosa che ti dà di più &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, voglio morire di te... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio vivere, ma sulla pelle mia &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io voglio amare e farmi male, &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;voglio morire di te...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oggi è stata una giornata un pò difficile ma, come al solito, hai  saputo riportare il Sole dentro di me...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;...GRAZIE...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tua e SOLO TUA,&lt;br/&gt;"Ciotolina" &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;^__*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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!important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-925082406277364212?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/925082406277364212/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-mesi.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/925082406277364212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/925082406277364212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-mesi.html' title='2 mesi!'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-694154454340116152</id><published>2006-12-13T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vampire Slayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Ascoltami. Sono vivo da un po’ più di tempo di te, morto da molto di più.. ho visto cose che non puoi immaginare e fatto cose che preferirei tu non immaginassi. Non ho esattamente la reputazione di essere un pensatore. Seguo il mio sangue che non va esattamente nella direzione del mio cervello…quindi ho fatto molti errori, decisioni terribilmente sbagliate. In oltre cento anni … c'è solo una cosa di cui sono stato sicuro....te. Hey, guardami. Non ti sto chiedendo nulla, quando dico che ti amo non è perchè ti voglio o perchè non posso averti. Non ha niente a che fare con me. Amo quello che sei, quello che fai… come vai avanti. Ho visto la tua gentilezza, e la tua forza. Ho visto il meglio e il peggio di te, e ho capito perfettamente ciò che sei. Sei un diavolo di donna. Sei l'unica..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(Spike a Buffy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok, a molti questo post e il relativo riferimento "televisivo" faranno schifo.&lt;br/&gt;Ok, ci può stare. Anche se, personalmente, ritenevo "Buffy" un telefilm piacevole e divertente.&lt;br/&gt;Comunque non è questa la ragione che mi ha spinto a citarne un pezzetto.&lt;br/&gt;L'ho fatto perchè, queste parole, fin dal primo momento in cui le ho sentite, mi hanno toccato l'Anima e continuano a farlo tutte le volte che le rileggo.&lt;br/&gt;Forse perchè rapprensentano in parte il tipo di "dichiarazione" che una donna vorrebbe...almeno per me.&lt;br/&gt;Perchè credo che poche cose valgano di più nella Vita che sentirsi Amati per Tutto...Pregi e...Difetti.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PER TUTTO, IN TUTTO.&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;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-694154454340116152?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/694154454340116152/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/vampire-slayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/694154454340116152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/694154454340116152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/vampire-slayer.html' title='The Vampire Slayer'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3634427973827771355</id><published>2006-12-07T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Amore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&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;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ho sempre creduto nei numeri, nelle equazioni e nella logica che conduce al ragionamento. Ma, dopo una vita spesa nell'ambito di questi studi, io mi chiedo cos'è veramente la logica. Chi decide la ragione? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La mia ricerca mi ha spinto attraverso la fisica, la metafisica, l'illusione...e mi ha riportato indietro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ed ho fatto la più importante scoperta della mia carriera, la più importante scoperta della mia vita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E' soltanto nelle misteriose equazioni dell'amore che si può trovare ogni ragione logica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Io sono qui stasera solo grazie a te, tu sei la ragione per cui io esisto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tu sei tutte le mie ragioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Grazie..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(John Nash-Premio Nobel 1994)&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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Una sera mi hai detto: "I corsi e i ricorsi in Amore non esistono..."&lt;br/&gt;Ora ne sono convinta.&lt;br/&gt;Il futuro procede a spirale e ogni cerchio è diverso dai precedenti.&lt;br/&gt;Ogni storia è unica, così come uniche sono le persone che giorno dopo giorno contribuiscono a crearla.&lt;br/&gt;Come te...come me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ti amo.&lt;br/&gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&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;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&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;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3634427973827771355/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/l.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3634427973827771355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3634427973827771355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/12/l.html' title='L&amp;#39;Amore...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3014817777799498792</id><published>2006-11-24T19:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per Luca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Della stessa materia dei Sogni è fatto il Cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Di Terra, Lacrime e Sangue è fatta la Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Quando c'è l' Amore il Cielo e la Terra si toccano."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicata a te amore mio...&lt;br /&gt;Tua G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3619896632576129297-3014817777799498792?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3014817777799498792/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/per-luca.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3014817777799498792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3014817777799498792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/per-luca.html' title='Per Luca'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-7988785716508080989</id><published>2006-11-20T01:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:05:15.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Montecambio, 18 e 19 novembre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2297/3904/1600/609160/Immagine%20031.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2297/3904/320/290249/Immagine%20031.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;"E mi attacco alle Stelle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;chè altrimenti si cade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;e poi alzo il volume di questo Silenzio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;che fa stare bene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;...e mi attacco alla buccia di questa Notte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;e salto salto ma rimango giù...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;la Porta dei Sogni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;chiudila tu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-7988785716508080989?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/7988785716508080989/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/montecambio-18-e-19-novembre.html#comment-form' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7988785716508080989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7988785716508080989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/montecambio-18-e-19-novembre.html' title='Montecambio, 18 e 19 novembre...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-9070538631202711114</id><published>2006-11-17T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sto con te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Eros Ramazzotti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Fra di noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;c'è bisogno d'armonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;poi diventa facile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;aiutarsi a vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se fra noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;gli occhi si capiscono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;già le nostre anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;viaggiano all' unisono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ora tu, giovane amore mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;stammi bene accanto perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;questo è solo il punto di partenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;tutto il resto poi verrà da sè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tu lo sai quello che spero io&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;è vederti sempre cosi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;che bello viso hai, che bel sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;che bel movimento fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ci voglio credere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mi sa davvero che sei tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;la volta che non sbaglio più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;puo' solo crescere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;puo' fare un altro passo e sai perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;io sto con te, con il cuore sto con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sto con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;con il cuore sto con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;anche se la mente mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ogni tanto scapa via&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sempre tu, giovane amore mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;vuoi sapere la verità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;che mi basta già la tua presenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;che nel tempo mi dirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ci voglio credere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;mi sa davvero che sei proprio tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;la volta che non sbaglio più&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;puo' solo crescere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;puo' fare un altro passo e sai perchè&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;io sto con te, con il cuore sto con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sto vendendo quanto amore sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ci voglio credere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;se stai pensando all'isola che c'è&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;io sto con te, con il cuore sto con te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dedicata a colui che mi sta accanto...dedicata a Luca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;^________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;love you honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-9070538631202711114?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/9070538631202711114/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/sto-con-te.html#comment-form' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/9070538631202711114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/9070538631202711114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/sto-con-te.html' title='Sto con te...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-5678358334541325713</id><published>2006-11-17T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Rose of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last rose of summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Virgin Steele)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A vision of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The last rose of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The last Rose of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bloomed in my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Alone with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And the sun in her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I've never seen anything so fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And you're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All I need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I walk with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last Rose of Summer's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Make love to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Wake with the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When dreams walk the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;She whispers, "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then sings, laughs and cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A song of emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Borne of angel wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Free as the seasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Where love eternal springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;And you're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;All I need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Our love will never die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I walk with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last Rose of Summer's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Make love to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;...Sweet love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't cry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm with you babe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dedicatami dalla mia Falena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Grazie stellina...è bellissima...e speciale...COME TE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ti voglio infinitamente bene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;la tua Last Rose of Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-5678358334541325713?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-3311672155167445433</id><published>2006-11-15T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15-10-06/15-11-06 Il nostro primo mese...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IL TUO SORRISO&lt;br /&gt;(Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toglimi il pane, se vuoi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toglimi l'aria, ma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non togliermi il  tuo sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non togliermi la rosa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la lancia che sgrani,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l'acqua che d'improvviso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scoppia nella tua gioia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la repentina onda  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d'argento che ti nasce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dura è la mia lotta e torno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;con gli  occhi stanchi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a volte, d'aver visto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la terra che non cambia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma  entrando il tuo sorriso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sale al cielo cercandomi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ed apre per me tutte  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le porte della vita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor mio, nell'ora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;più oscura sgrana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il  tuo sorriso, e se d'improvviso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vedi che il mio sangue macchia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le pietre  della strada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridi, perché il tuo riso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarà per le mie mani &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come una  spada fresca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vicino al mare, d'autunno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il tuo riso deve innalzare  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la sua cascata di spuma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e in primavera, amore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;voglio il tuo riso  come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il fiore che attendevo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il fiore azzurro, la rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;della mia  patria sonora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riditela della notte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;del giorno, della luna,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riditela delle strade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;contorte dell'isola, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riditela di questo rozzo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ragazzo che ti ama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma quando apro gli occhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e quando li richiudo,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando i miei passi vanno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quando tornano i miei passi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;negami il  pane, l'aria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la luce, la primavera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma il tuo sorriso mai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perché  io ne morrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Da Luca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eravamo insieme...tutto il resto del tempo l'ho scordato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Amore mio...grazie per questa bellissima giornata e per tutte le altre che l'hanno preceduta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre e per sempre tua,&lt;br /&gt;Gaia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-3311672155167445433?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/3311672155167445433/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/15-10-0615-11-06-il-nostro-primo-mese.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3311672155167445433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/3311672155167445433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/15-10-0615-11-06-il-nostro-primo-mese.html' title='15-10-06/15-11-06 Il nostro primo mese...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-5892363000792544123</id><published>2006-11-09T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora ti amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sete di te m'incalza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Neruda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sete di te m'incalza nelle notti affamate.&lt;br /&gt;Tremula mano rossa che si leva fino alla tua vita.&lt;br /&gt;Ebbra di sete, pazza di sete, sete di selva riarsa.&lt;br /&gt;Sete di metallo ardente, sete di radici avide.&lt;br /&gt;Verso dove, nelle sere in cui i tuoi occhi non vadano&lt;br /&gt;in viaggio verso i miei occhi, attendendoti allora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei piena di tutte le ombre che mi spiano.&lt;br /&gt;Mi segui come gli astri seguono la notte.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre mi partorì pieno di domande sottili.&lt;br /&gt;Tu a tutte rispondi. Sei piena di voci.&lt;br /&gt;Ancora bianca che cadi sul mare che attraversiamo.&lt;br /&gt;Solco per il torbido seme del mio nome.&lt;br /&gt;Esista una terra mia che non copra la tua orma.&lt;br /&gt;Senza i tuoi occhi erranti, nella notte, verso dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per questo sei la sete e ciò che deve saziarla.&lt;br /&gt;Come poter non amarti se per questo devo amarti.&lt;br /&gt;Se questo è il legame come poterlo tagliare, come.&lt;br /&gt;Come, se persino le mie ossa hanno sete delle tue ossa.&lt;br /&gt;Sete di te, sete di te, ghirlanda arroce e dolce.&lt;br /&gt;Sete di te, che nelle notti mi morde come un cane.&lt;br /&gt;Gli occhi hanno sete, perchè esistono i tuoi occhi.&lt;br /&gt;La bocca ha sete, perchè esistono i tuoi baci.&lt;br /&gt;L'anima è accesa di queste braccia che ti amano.&lt;br /&gt;Il corpo, incendio vivo che brucerà il tuo corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Di sete. Sete infinita. Sete che cerca la tua sete.&lt;br /&gt;E in essa si distrugge come l'acqua nel fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luca&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Gaia, credimi, non a caso ti chiamo Amore..." [sorride in modo tenero e rassicurante]&lt;sorriso&gt;&lt;/sorriso&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaia&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;un&gt;[Un tuffo al cuore e poi una sensazione di gioia inattesa e dolcissima] "Sono innamorata di te...Luca..."&lt;/un&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/3619896632576129297-5892363000792544123?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/5892363000792544123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/ora-ti-amo.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5892363000792544123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/5892363000792544123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/ora-ti-amo.html' title='Ora ti amo.'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-4909449850963366258</id><published>2006-11-02T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Leggera.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;A volte basta una cosa minuscola, come i 160 caratteri di un semplice sms, per farti vedere le cose in un'ottica migliore, per farti battere il cuore, commuovere e piangere...e regalarti per un attimo la sensazione di sentirti "leggera".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grazie stellina...ne avevo bisogno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;SMS Da Lisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Sei sempre la mia Ultima Rosa d'Estate. Ricordalo sorellina...nella mia anima "sempre  e per sempre". Ti voglio bene. Falena."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-4909449850963366258?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/4909449850963366258/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/volte-basta-una-cosa-minuscola-come-i.html#comment-form' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4909449850963366258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4909449850963366258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/11/volte-basta-una-cosa-minuscola-come-i.html' title='&amp;quot;Leggera..&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-2248856053055250174</id><published>2006-10-31T03:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per Lisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 30px; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON DIRLE CHE NON E' COSI' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Francesco De Gregori) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se la vedi dille ciao, salutala dovunque sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;è partita tempo fa e adesso forse è in Tunisia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;dille che non si preoccupi per le cose lasciate qui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e se crede che l'abbia scordata non dirle che non è così &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Abbiam dovuto dividerci e sbatterci qua e là &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ma per quelli che si amano non è certo una novità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e adesso che se n'è andata, adesso che non c'è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;è ancora nel mio cuore è ancora vicino a me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Se mai la incontrerai dalle un bacio da parte mia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ho sempre avuto rispetto per lei, per come se n'è andata via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;se c'è un altro che le sta accanto certamente non sarò io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;a mettermi fra di loro, ci scommetto che non sarò io &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Faccio un lavoro strano vedo gente in quantità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e mi capita ogni tanto di sentire il suo nome in giro per le città &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e non ci ho fatto ancora l'abitudine o forse mai ce la farò &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;sarà che sono troppo sensibile o nella testa chissa' che c'ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sole grande, luna blu, il passato e ancora qua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;e so a memoria i ricordi e il tempo prende velocità &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;se tornasse da queste parti il mio indirizzo la gente lo sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;tu dille che puo cercarmi se trova il tempo... mi troverà. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una delle mie canzoni preferite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi manchi tanto Lisa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ti voglio bene, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-2248856053055250174?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/2248856053055250174/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/per-lisa.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2248856053055250174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/2248856053055250174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/per-lisa.html' title='Per Lisa'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-6376034925018715278</id><published>2006-10-23T01:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.188+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22 ottobre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Gli innamorati si abbracciano l'un l'altro, ma sopratutto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;abbracciano quel che vi è tra l'uno e l'altro..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Gibran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Non pensare che tu possa guidare il corso dell'amore, perché se l'amore ne vale la pena, lui guiderà il tuo corso..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Gibran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oggi ci siamo mischiati la pelle, le anime e le ossa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;ti voglio bene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Nayma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-6376034925018715278?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/6376034925018715278/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/22-ottobre.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6376034925018715278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/6376034925018715278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/22-ottobre.html' title='22 ottobre...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-4102011494657686897</id><published>2006-10-17T05:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonetto XLIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saprai che non t'amo e che t'amo&lt;br /&gt;perché la vita è in due maniere,&lt;br /&gt;la parola è un'ala del silenzio,&lt;br /&gt;il fuoco ha una metà di freddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io t'amo per cominciare ad amarti,&lt;br /&gt;per ricominciare l'infinito,&lt;br /&gt;per non cessare d'amarti mai:&lt;br /&gt;per questo non t'amo ancora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'amo e non t'amo come se avessi&lt;br /&gt;nelle mie mani le chiavi della gioia&lt;br /&gt;e un incerto destino sventurato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio amore ha due vite per amarti.&lt;br /&gt;Per questo t'amo quando non t'amo&lt;br /&gt;e per questo t'amo quando t'amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Neruda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dammi del tempo...dammi il mio spazio...e forse imparerò ad amarti, capirò se posso amarti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sei importante per me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nayma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-4102011494657686897?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/4102011494657686897/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonetto-xliv.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4102011494657686897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4102011494657686897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/sonetto-xliv.html' title='Sonetto XLIV'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8356787444878696662</id><published>2006-10-04T21:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutto nasce per finire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8 Agosto...sei entrato nella mia vita quasi per caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pochi giorni dopo ho deciso di allontanarti...ma la porta del cuore era rimasta socchiusa e così il 16 di quello stesso mese eri di nuovo con me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E' passato del tempo, sono successe tante cose...e alla fine quella porta soltanto accostata ho dovuto chiuderla a forza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;L'ho sprangata con le lacrime agli occhi ma non potevo fare altrimenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sto male per te e il tuo dolore, e soffro per me e per il mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sei stato una parte di me, nel bene e nel male...e per questo porterò sempre con me il tuo ricordo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ti voglio bene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nayma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-8356787444878696662?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8356787444878696662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tutto-nasce-per-finire.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8356787444878696662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8356787444878696662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tutto-nasce-per-finire.html' title='Tutto nasce per finire...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-993985796388331269</id><published>2006-08-09T01:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8 agosto 2006...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/1600/Isola%20Tiberina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/320/Isola%20Tiberina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Seconda stella a destra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;questo è il cammino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e poi dritto fino al mattino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;poi la strada la trovi da te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;porta all' ISOLA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;che non c'è...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;...E a pensarci che pazzia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;è una favola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;è solo fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;e chi è saggio, chi è maturo, lo sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;non può esistere nella realtà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;(E.Bennato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"la vita è ciò che ci capita mentre siamo impegnati a fare altri progetti..."&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/3619896632576129297-993985796388331269?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/993985796388331269/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-agosto-2006.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/993985796388331269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/993985796388331269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/8-agosto-2006.html' title='8 agosto 2006...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-8793299524299956994</id><published>2006-08-04T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos'è una rosa del deserto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/1600/rosa%20del%20deserto%201.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/320/rosa%20del%20deserto%201.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA ROSA DEL DESERTO: UN FIORE DI PIETRA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Non fiorisce né appassisce. Ma al pari di un fiore vero ha bisogno della presenza di acqua.&lt;br /&gt;Si tratta della cosiddetta rosa del deserto, una formazione minerale molto comune nei paesi desertici.&lt;br /&gt;Ad osservarla bene sembrerebbe proprio un fiore nato nella sabbia, con i suoi petali piatti e allungati e la tipica colorazione che sfuma dall'arancione al giallo-ocra. In realtà si tratta di un aggregato di cristalli di gesso che si origina unicamente in condizioni ambientali e climatiche ben precise. Fondamentale per la creazione di queste singolari formazioni rocciose è la presenza di una falda freatica poco profonda, di una coltre di sabbia superficiale e di un clima arido. Inoltre è indispensabile la presenza di uno strato di gesso (CaSO4*2H2O, ovvero solfato di calcio idrato) posizionato da qualche decimetro a qualche metro sotto la coltre di sabbia. I bacini desertici circondati da rilievi dai quali scendono torrenti alimentati da rare piogge, i tratti di mare rimasti isolati o i bacini lacustri senza emissari sono le situazioni ideali per favorire l'accumulo di gesso che precipita per evaporazione delle acque in cui è disciolto.&lt;br /&gt;Il gesso, poi, venendo a contatto con l'acqua di falda o con le acque meteoriche (che tuttavia in queste zone della Terra cadono molto raramente), viene parzialmente solubilizzato e tende a risalire per capillarità assieme all'acqua. Le alte temperature che si sviluppano nel deserto, infine, scaldando la sabbia superficiale e, portando all'evaporazione l'acqua ricca in solfato di calcio, provocano la precipitazione del gesso in cristalli dalla tipica disposizione petaliforme. Le dimensioni di questi aggregati cristallini sono molto variabili, da pochi centimetri fino ad alcuni metri, e la colorazione giallastra è da imputarsi alla presenza dei granuli di sabbia all'interno della struttura del cristallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nayma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3619896632576129297-8793299524299956994?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/8793299524299956994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/cos-una-rosa-del-deserto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8793299524299956994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/8793299524299956994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/cos-una-rosa-del-deserto.html' title='Cos&amp;#39;è una rosa del deserto?'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-7204612303614560679</id><published>2006-08-04T06:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le cose che ho imparato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Le cose che ho imparato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Che non importa quanto sia buona una persona, ogni tanto ti ferirà. E per questo, bisognerà che tu la perdoni.Che ci vogliono anni per costruire la fiducia e solo pochi secondi perdistruggerla.Che non dobbiamo cambiare amici, se comprendiamo che gli amicicambiano.Che le circostanze e l'ambiente hanno influenza su di noi, ma noi siamoresponsabili di noi stessi.Che, o sarai tu a controllare i tuoi atti, o essi controlleranno te.Ho imparato che gli eroi sono persone che hanno fatto ciò che eranecessario fare, affrontandone le conseguenze.Che la pazienza richiede molta pratica.Che ci sono persone che ci amano, ma che semplicemente non sanno comedimostrarlo.Che a volte, la persona che tu pensi ti sferrerà il colpo mortale,quando cadrai, è invece una di quelle poche che ti aiuteranno a rialzarti.Che solo perché qualcuno non ti ama come tu vorresti, non significa chenon ti ami con tutto se stesso.Che non si deve mai dire a un bambino che i sogni sono sciocchezze:sarebbe una tragedia se lo credesse.Che non sempre è sufficiente essere perdonato da qualcuno. Nellamaggior parte dei casi sei tu a dover perdonare te stesso.Che non importa in quanti pezzi il tuo cuore si è spezzato; il mondonon si ferma, aspettando che tu lo ripari.Forse il Destino vuole che incontriamo un po' di gente sbagliata prima diincontrare quella giusta, cosi quando finalmente la incontriamo,sapremo come essere riconoscenti per quel regalo.Quando la porta della felicità si chiude, un'altra si apre, ma tantevolte guardiamo così a lungo a quella chiusa, che non vediamo quellache è stata aperta per noi.La miglior specie d'amico è quel tipo con cui puoi stare seduto in unportico e camminarci insieme, senza dire una parola, e quando vai viasenti come se fosse stata la miglior conversazione mai avuta.È vero che non conosciamo ciò che abbiamo prima di perderlo, ma è anchevero che non sappiamo ciò che ci è mancato prima che arrivi.Ci vuole solo un minuto per offendere qualcuno, un'ora per piacergli, euna vita per dimenticarlo.Non cercare le apparenze, possono ingannare.Non cercare la salute, anche quella può affievolirsi.Cerca qualcuno che ti faccia sorridere perché ci vuole solo un sorrisoper far sembrare brillante una giornataccia. Trova quello che fasorridere il tuo cuore.Ci sono momenti nella vita in cui qualcuno ti manca così tanto chevorresti proprio tirarlo fuori dai tuoi sogni per abbracciarlo davvero!Sogna ciò che ti va; vai dove vuoi; sii ciò che vuoi essere, perché haisolo una vita e una possibilità di fare le cose che vuoi fare. Puoiavere abbastanza felicità da renderti dolce, difficoltà a sufficienzada renderti forte, dolore abbastanza da renderti umano, speranzasufficiente a renderti felice.Mettiti sempre nei panni degli altri. Se ti senti stretto,probabilmente anche loro si sentono cosi.Le più felici delle persone, non necessariamente hanno il meglio di ogni cosa; soltanto traggono il meglio da ogni cosa che capita sul lorocammino.La felicita è ingannevole per quelli che piangono, quelli che fannomale, quelli che hanno provato, solo così possono apprezzarel'importanza delle persone che hanno toccato le loro vite.L'amore comincia con un sorriso, cresce con un bacio e finisce con unthe.Il miglior futuro è basato sul passato dimenticato, non puoi andarebene nella vita prima di lasciare andare i tuoi fallimenti passati e i tuoidolori.Quando sei nato, stavi piangendo e tutti intorno a te sorridevano.Vivi la tua vita in modo che quando morirai, tu sia l'unico che sorridere ognuno intorno a te piange."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-7204612303614560679?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/7204612303614560679/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/le-cose-che-ho-imparato.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7204612303614560679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/7204612303614560679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/le-cose-che-ho-imparato.html' title='Le cose che ho imparato...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-4206009457761203714</id><published>2006-08-02T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Per la mia Sorella nell' Anima</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Questo scritto mi è stato dedicato da una persona che io reputo davvero una gran donna...la mia Falena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Falena: "Sei davvero l'Ultima Rosa dell'Estate piccolina.. e ti dedico questo scritto, di Paul Montes un missionario sud-americano, dedicandolo a tutti coloro che credono nell'Amicizia..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"Esistono persone nelle nostre vite che ci rendono felici per il semplice caso di avere incrociato il nostro cammino. Alcuni percorrono il cammino al nostro fianco, vedendo molte lune passare, gli altri li vediamo appena tra un passo e l'altro. Tutti li chiamiamo amici e ce sono di molti tipi. Talvolta ciascuna foglia di un albero rappresenta uno dei nostri amici. Il primo che nasce è il nostro amico Papà e la nostra amica Mamma, che ci mostrano cosa è la vita. Dopo vengono gli amici Fratelli, con i quali dividiamo il nostro spazio affinché possano fiorire come noi. Conosciamo tutta la famiglia delle foglie che rispettiamo e a cui auguriamo ogni bene. Ma il destino ci presenta ad altri amici che non sapevamo avrebbero incrociato il nostro cammino. Molti di loro li chiamiamo amici dell'anima, del cuore. Sono sinceri, sono veri. Sanno quando non stiamo bene, sanno cosa ci fa felici. E alle volte uno di questi amici dell'anima si infila nel nostro cuore e allora lo chiamiamo innamorato. Egli da luce ai nostri occhi, musica alle nostre labbra, salti ai nostri piedi. Ma ci sono anche quegli amici di passaggio, talvolta una vacanza o un giorno o un'ora. Essi collocano un sorriso nel nostro viso per tutto il tempo che stiamo con loro. Non possiamo dimenticare gli amici distanti, quelli che stanno nelle punte dei rami e che quando il vento soffia appaiono sempre tra una foglia e l'altra. Il tempo passa, l'estate se ne va, l'autunno si avvicina e perdiamo alcune delle nostre foglie, alcune nascono l'estate dopo, e altre permangono per molte stagioni. Ma quello che ci lascia felici è che le foglie che sono cadute continuano a vivere con noi, alimentando le nostre radici con allegria. Sono ricordi di momenti meravigliosi di quando incrociarono il nostro cammino. ..Ti auguro, foglia del mio albero, pace amore, fortuna e prosperità. Oggi e sempre........ semplicemente perché ogni persona che passa nella nostra vita è unica. Sempre lascia un poco di se e prende un poco di noi. Ci saranno quelli che prendono molto, ma non ci sarà chi non lascia niente. Questa è la maggior responsabilità della nostra vita e la prova evidente che due anime non si incontrano per caso. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Ti voglio tanto bene... Falena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Non ho parole stella...mi hai commosso e toccato l'anima...sei una di quelle che "lasciano il segno" Falena...nel bene e nel male...è questa la tua forza e la tua bellezza...non sarai mai banale o in 2D...sei troppo oltre...e io sono felice del fatto che il Destino ti abbia messo sulla mia strada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..ti adoro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ps. Avrai capito che amo Il Piccolo Principe no?e allora questa è per te:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Un giorno, forse approfittando di una migrazione di uccelli selvatici, sei entrata a far parte della mia vita...grazie..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nayma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&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/3619896632576129297-4206009457761203714?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/4206009457761203714/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/per-la-mia-sorella-nell-anima.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4206009457761203714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/4206009457761203714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/per-la-mia-sorella-nell-anima.html' title='Per la mia Sorella nell&amp;#39; Anima'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3619896632576129297.post-1951781268132774066</id><published>2006-08-02T01:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:01:36.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Io come un Fiore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/1600/desktop_rose_1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6843/3050/320/desktop_rose_1280_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - Il Piccolo Principe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;"Imparai ben presto a conoscere meglio questo fiore. C'erano sempre stati sul pianeta del piccolo principe dei fiori molto semplici, ornati di una sola raggiera di petali, che non tenevano posto e non disturbavano nessuno. Apparivano un mattino nell'erba e si spegnevano la sera. Ma questo era spuntato un giorno, da un seme venuto chissa' da dove, e il piccolo principe aveva sorvegliato da vicino questo ramoscello che non assomigliava a nessun altro ramoscello. Poteva essere una nuova specie di baobab. Ma l'arbusto cesso' presto di crescere e comincio' a preparare un fiore. Il piccolo principe che assisteva alla formazione di un bocciolo enorme, sentiva che ne sarebbe uscita un'apparizione miracolosa, ma il fiore non smetteva piu' di prepararsi ad essere bello, al riparo della sua camera verde. Sceglieva con cura i suoi colori, si vestiva lentamente, aggiustava i suoi petali ad uno ad uno. Non voleva uscire sgualcito come un papavero. Non voleva apparire che nel pieno splendore della sua bellezza. Eh, si, c'era una gran civetteria in tutto questo! La sua misteriosa toeletta era durata giorni e giorni. E poi, ecco che un mattino, proprio all'ora del levar del sole, si era mostrato. E lui, che aveva lavorato con tanta precisione, disse sbadigliando: "Ah! mi sveglio ora. Ti chiedo scusa... sono ancora tutto spettinato..." Il piccolo principe allora non pote' frenare la sua ammirazione: "Come sei bello !" "Vero", rispose dolcemente il fiore, "e sono insieme al sole..." Il piccolo principe indovino' che non era molto modesto, ma era cosi' commovente! "Credo che sia l'ora del caffe' e latte", aveva soggiunto, "vorresti pensare a me..." E il piccolo principe, tutto confuso, ando' a cercare un innaffiatoio di acqua fresca e servi' al fiore la sua colazione. Cosi' l'aveva ben presto tormentato con la sua vanita' un poco ombrosa. Per esempio, un giorno, parlando delle sue quattro spine, gli aveva detto: "Possono venire le tigri, con i loro artigli!" "Non ci sono tigri sul mio pianeta", aveva obiettato il piccolo principe, "e poi le tigri non mangiano l'erba". "Io non sono un'erba", aveva dolcemente risposto il fiore. "Scusami..." "Non ho paura delle tigri, ma ho orrore delle correnti d'aria... Non avresti per caso un paravento?" "Orrore delle correnti d'aria?" "E' un po' grave per una pianta", aveva osservato il piccolo principe. "E' molto complicato questo fiore..." "Alla sera mi metterai al riparo sotto a una campana di vetro. Fa molto freddo qui da te... Non e' una sistemazione che mi soddisfi. Da dove vengo io..." Ma si era interrotto. Era venuto sotto forma di seme. Non poteva conoscere nulla degli altri mondi. Umiliato di essersi lasciato sorprendere a dire una bugia cosi' ingenua, aveva tossito due o tre volte, per mettere il piccolo principe dalla parte del torto... "E' questo un paravento?..." "Andavo a cercarlo, ma tu non mi parlavi!" Allora aveva forzato la sua tosse per fargli venire dei rimorsi. Cosi' il piccolo principe, nonostante tutta la buona volonta' del suo amore, aveva cominciato a dubitare di lui.Aveva preso sul serio delle parole senza importanza che l'avevano reso infelice. "Avrei dovuto non ascoltarlo", mi confido' un giorno, "non bisogna mai ascoltare i fiori. Basta guardarli e respirarli. Il mio, profumava il mio pianeta, ma non sapevo rallegrarmene. Quella storia degli artigli, che mi aveva tanto raggelato, avrebbe dovuto intenerirmi." E mi confido' ancora: "Non ho saputo capire niente allora! Avrei dovuto giudicarlo dagli atti, non dalle parole. Mi profumava e mi illuminava. Non avrei mai dovuto venirmene via! Avrei dovuto indovinare la sua tenerezza dietro le piccole astuzie. I fiori sono cosi' contraddittori! Ma ero troppo giovane per saperlo amare." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;"Ma capito' che il piccolo principe avendo camminato a lungo attraverso le sabbie, le rocce e le nevi, scoperse alla fine una strada. E tutte le strade portavano verso gli uomini. "Buon giorno", disse. Era un giardino fiorito di rose. "Buon giorno", dissero le rose. Il piccolo principe le guardo'. Assomigliavano tutte al suo fiore. "Chi siete?" domando' loro stupefatto il piccolo principe. "Siamo delle rose", dissero le rose. "Ah!" fece il piccolo principe. E si senti' molto infelice. Il suo fiore gli aveva raccontato che era il solo della sua specie in tutto l'universo. Ed ecco che ce n'erano cinquemila, tutte simili, in un solo giardino. "Sarebbe molto contrariato", si disse, "se vedesse questo... Farebbe del gran tossire e fingerebbe di morire per sfuggire al ridicolo. Ed io dovrei far mostra di curarlo, perche' se no, per umiliarmi, si lascerebbe veramente morire..." E si disse ancora: "Mi credevo ricco di un fiore unico al mondo, e non possiedo che una qualsiasi rosa. Lei e i miei tre vulcani che mi arrivano alle ginocchia, e di cui l'uno, forse, e' spento per sempre, non fanno di me un principe molto importante...". E, seduto nell'erba, piangeva."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;"La volpe disse: "Va' a rivedere le rose. Capirai che la tua e' unica al mondo. Quando ritornerai a dirmi addio, ti regalero' un segreto". Il piccolo principe se ne ando' a rivedere le rose. "Voi non siete per niente simili alla mia rosa, voi non siete ancora niente", disse. "Nessuno vi ha addomesticato, e voi non avete addomesticato nessuno. Voi siete come era la mia volpe. Non era che una volpe uguale a centomila altre. Ma ne ho fatto il mio amico ed ora e' per me unica al mondo". E le rose erano a disagio. "Voi siete belle, ma siete vuote", disse ancora. "Non si puo' morire per voi. Certamente, un qualsiasi passante crederebbe che la mia rosa vi rassomigli, ma lei, lei sola, e' piu' importante di tutte voi, perche' e' lei che ho innaffiata. Perche' e' lei che ho messa sotto la campana di vetro. Perche' e' lei che ho riparata col paravento. Perche' su di lei ho uccisi i bruchi (salvo i due o tre per le farfalle). Perche' e' lei che ho ascoltato lamentarsi o vantarsi, o anche qualche volta tacere. Perche' e' la mia rosa". E ritorno' dalla volpe. "Addio", disse. "Addio", disse la volpe. "Ecco il mio segreto. E' molto semplice: non si vede bene che col cuore. L'essenziale e' invisibile agli occhi". "L'essenziale e' invisibile agli occhi", ripete' il piccolo principe, per ricordarselo. "E' il tempo che tu hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha fatto la tua rosa cosi' importante". "E' il tempo che ho perduto per la mia rosa..." sussurro' il piccolo principe per ricordarselo. "Gli uomini hanno dimenticato questa verita'. Ma tu non la devi dimenticare. Tu diventi responsabile per sempre di quello che hai addomesticato. Tu sei responsabile della tua rosa..." "Io sono responsabile della mia rosa..." ripete' il piccolo principe per ricordarselo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;"Il Piccolo Principe disse:"Non ti credo! I fiori sono deboli. Sono ingenui. Si rassicurano come possono. Si credono terribili con le loro spine..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Osservate una Rosa: è tenera e profumata, delicata direste, ma ha spine aguzze che possono pungere e ferire. Così come una donna può essere forte e dolce al contempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Come me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anche io ho le mie spine e solo coloro che sapranno prendermi nel verso giusto potranno aggirarle ed evitare di pungersi raggiungendo così la vera me stessa...il mio cuore segreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nayma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3619896632576129297-1951781268132774066?l=omeotransistasi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/feeds/1951781268132774066/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/io-come-un-fiore.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1951781268132774066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3619896632576129297/posts/default/1951781268132774066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omeotransistasi.blogspot.com/2006/08/io-come-un-fiore.html' title='Io come un Fiore...'/><author><name>Last Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16412331525507395279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpG--pOIEto/SxULa0MbIRI/AAAAAAAAACI/wwlFzkYCRWc/S220/Fire+flower.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
