<?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-8826690551879699379</id><updated>2011-12-01T10:36:12.475+01:00</updated><category term='luce'/><category term='momenti di trascurabile felicità'/><category term='buon anno'/><category term='fiore'/><category term='sogno'/><category term='mi piaci'/><category term='Libro'/><category term='2010'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><category term='gita'/><category term='varie'/><category term='evento'/><category term='De Gregori'/><category term='citazioni'/><category term='Carmen Consoli'/><category term='vimeo'/><category term='foto'/><category term='ivy'/><category 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pao9n2zFXF8/TsZ6b-kgq1I/AAAAAAAADEI/xiEgP-TLlYo/s72-c/230086_10150173015461872_58180901871_7165444_1681472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5861231811039374823</id><published>2011-10-23T02:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T02:28:45.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>balla mia Esmeralda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TmiN92YYmfA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credo proprio sia il mio spettacolo preferito...&lt;br /&gt;questo finale poi mi fa sempre venire i brividi!!!&lt;div 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bellissimo...non vedo l'ora di vedere il film!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5712891202186465872?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5712891202186465872/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5712891202186465872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5712891202186465872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5712891202186465872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2011/10/arrietty.html' 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style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EnAvp7xAd-4/ToLsvCStZXI/AAAAAAAADD4/l_2wpTilXQQ/s400/CC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657344374744114546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, mi sono reso conto&lt;br /&gt;che la sofferenza e il dolore emozionali sono solo un avvertimento&lt;br /&gt;che mi dice di non vivere contro la mia verità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che questo si chiama AUTENTICITA’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, ho capito&lt;br /&gt;com’è imbarazzante aver voluto imporre a qualcuno i miei desideri,&lt;br /&gt;pur sapendo che i tempi non erano maturi e la persona non era pronta,&lt;br /&gt;anche se quella persona ero io.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che questo si chiama RISPETTO PER SE STESSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, ho smesso&lt;br /&gt;di desiderare un’altra vita e mi sono accorto che tutto ciò che mi circonda&lt;br /&gt;é un invito a crescere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che questo si chiama MATURITA’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, ho capito di trovarmi sempre&lt;br /&gt;ed in ogni occasione al posto giusto nel momento giusto e che tutto quello&lt;br /&gt;che succede va bene.&lt;br /&gt;Da allora ho potuto stare tranquillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che questo si chiama RISPETTO PER SE STESSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, ho smesso di privarmi del mio tempo libero&lt;br /&gt;e di concepire progetti grandiosi per il futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Oggi faccio solo ciò che mi procura gioia e divertimento,&lt;br /&gt;ciò che amo e che mi fa ridere, a modo mio e con i miei ritmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che questo si chiama SINCERITA’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, mi sono liberato di tutto ciò&lt;br /&gt;che non mi faceva del bene: cibi, persone, cose, situazioni e da tutto ciò&lt;br /&gt;che mi tirava verso il basso allontanandomi da me stesso,&lt;br /&gt;all’inizio lo chiamavo “sano egoismo”, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma oggi so che questo è AMORE DI SE’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, ho smesso di voler avere sempre ragione.&lt;br /&gt;E cosi ho commesso meno errori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi mi sono reso conto che questo si chiama SEMPLICITA’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, mi sono rifiutato di vivere nel passato&lt;br /&gt;e di preoccuparmi del mio futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ora vivo di piu nel momento presente, in cui TUTTO ha un luogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E’ la mia condizione di vita quotidiana e la chiamo PERFEZIONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ho cominciato ad amarmi davvero, mi sono reso conto che il mio pensiero può&lt;br /&gt;rendermi miserabile e malato.&lt;br /&gt;Ma quando ho chiamato a raccolta le energie del mio cuore, l’intelletto è diventato&lt;br /&gt;un compagno importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi a questa unione do’ il nome di SAGGEZZA DEL CUORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non dobbiamo continuare a temere i contrasti, i conflitti e i problemi con noi stessi e con gli altri&lt;br /&gt;perché perfino le stelle, a volte, si scontrano fra loro dando origine a nuovi mondi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oggi so che QUESTO è LA VITA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin – in occasione del suo 70° compleanno&lt;br /&gt;Tratto dal libro “Il Segreto del Cuore” di Ruediger Schache&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/8826690551879699379-8259804747543114836?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8259804747543114836/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8259804747543114836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8259804747543114836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8259804747543114836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2011/09/amore-di-se.html' title='Amore di 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buon anno'/><title type='text'>happy new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TR4U8vx1mdI/AAAAAAAAC6s/JllujyND_q0/s1600/disappear_by_golden86-d32xvfj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TR4U8vx1mdI/AAAAAAAAC6s/JllujyND_q0/s400/disappear_by_golden86-d32xvfj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556902024071977426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Un nuovo inizio...&lt;br /&gt;grazie al calendario succede ogni anno. Rimettiamo l’orologio su Gennaio.&lt;br /&gt;Il  nostro premio per essere sopravvissuti alle feste è un nuovo anno,  rinverdire la grande tradizione dei propositi per l’anno nuovo.&lt;br /&gt;E' difficile resistere alla tentazione dell’inizio, alla voglia di accantonare i problemi dell’anno vecchio.&lt;br /&gt;Un nuovo modo di vivere e di vedere il mondo. Liberarsi delle vecchie abitudini, dei propri limiti....&lt;br /&gt;La cosa importante è non smettere mai di credere che si può sempre ricominciare.&lt;br /&gt;Ma c’è un’altra cosa da ricordare: in mezzo a tanto schifo ci sono alcune cose alle quali vale la pena di aggrapparsi.&lt;br /&gt;ed è così che alcuni di noi, come novelli don Chisciotte, si ostinano a  trovare l’incanto là dove si palesa o si nasconde e continuiamo a  lottare.&lt;br /&gt;I più dicono che siamo folli, ma, in questo senso, la follia è una scelta di gran lunga più umana della cosiddetta “normalità”...&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/8826690551879699379-147001480820030400?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/147001480820030400/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=147001480820030400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/147001480820030400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/147001480820030400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TR4U8vx1mdI/AAAAAAAAC6s/JllujyND_q0/s72-c/disappear_by_golden86-d32xvfj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7765609547070826240</id><published>2010-12-24T23:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:32:34.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Happy Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TRVI-HYnOQI/AAAAAAAAC6M/MRC1HIKea_k/s1600/Snow_Baby_1_by_Aeburse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 353px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TRVI-HYnOQI/AAAAAAAAC6M/MRC1HIKea_k/s400/Snow_Baby_1_by_Aeburse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554425947402746114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"il sale della vita...&lt;br /&gt;spesso non apprezziamo pienamente ciò che già abbiamo&lt;br /&gt;e ci rattristiamo per quello che vorremmo...ma è bello ogni tanto soffermarsi,&lt;br /&gt;guardare indietro e apprezzare tutto ciò che di buono ci circonda.&lt;br /&gt;Domani quando sarai in famiglia per un secondo esci dal tuo corpo (come tu sai fare),&lt;br /&gt;i suoni abbassali come fanno nei film e mettiti a guardarvi quanto siete belli&lt;br /&gt;e conserva quel momento per quando tuo nipote avrà 35 anni&lt;br /&gt;e tu sarai vecchia e non sarà più possibile avere queste belle feste&lt;br /&gt;e allora le giornate come quella di domani saranno solo dei bei ricordi...&lt;br /&gt;Tu domani hai questo grande privilegio di poter entrare nei tuoi ricordi del futuro,&lt;br /&gt;non sprecare questi momenti assapora il gusto della tua famiglia riunita nella gioia&lt;br /&gt;e vedrai che il calore sarà così forte&lt;br /&gt;da farti sopportare anche le tristezze...almeno per un giorno."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8826690551879699379-7765609547070826240?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7765609547070826240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7765609547070826240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7765609547070826240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7765609547070826240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TRVI-HYnOQI/AAAAAAAAC6M/MRC1HIKea_k/s72-c/Snow_Baby_1_by_Aeburse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-9017786904593149540</id><published>2010-12-21T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:36:39.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen Consoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guarda l&apos;alba'/><title type='text'>guarda l'alba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jphHRrPHAY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jphHRrPHAY4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...guarda l'alba che ci insegna a sorridere,&lt;br /&gt;quasi sembra che ci inviti a rinascere,&lt;br /&gt;tutto inizia,&lt;br /&gt;invecchia,&lt;br /&gt;cambia forma,&lt;br /&gt;l'amore tutto si trasforma,&lt;br /&gt;persino il dolore più atroce si addomestica,&lt;br /&gt;l'amore tutto si trasforma,&lt;br /&gt;nel chiudersi un fiore al tramonto si rigenera..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Guarda l'alba - C. Consoli]&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/8826690551879699379-9017786904593149540?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/9017786904593149540/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=9017786904593149540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9017786904593149540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9017786904593149540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/guarda-lalba.html' title='guarda l&apos;alba...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-208683545573599670</id><published>2010-12-14T00:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:46:13.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Piccolo  - Libro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momenti di trascurabile felicità'/><title type='text'>momenti di trascurabile felicità...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TQasO2joaYI/AAAAAAAAC58/XIAf0cVYAmo/s1600/magicisorrisi-a22470671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TQasO2joaYI/AAAAAAAAC58/XIAf0cVYAmo/s400/magicisorrisi-a22470671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550312961943824770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;«Entro in un negozio di scarpe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perché ho visto delle scarpe che mi piacciono in vetrina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Le indico alla commessa, dico il mio numero, 46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lei torna e dice: mi dispiace, non abbiamo il suo numero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Poi aggiunge sempre: abbiamo il 41.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E mi guarda, in silenzio, perché vuole una risposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E io, una volta sola, vorrei dire: e va bene, mi dia il 41».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;«Gli sms dopo le undici di sera che dicono: dove sei?, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;che significano molto di più di quello che dicono».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sei in coda al supermercato in attesa del tuo turno, magari sei bloccato nel traffico, oppure aspetti che la tua ragazza esca dal camerino di un negozio d'abbigliamento. Sei un po' distratto, insomma. Quando all'improvviso la realtà intorno a te sembra convergere in un solo punto, e lo fa brillare. E allora capisci di averne appena incontrato uno. I momenti di trascurabile felicità funzionano così: possono annidarsi ovunque, pronti a pioverti in testa e farti aprire gli occhi su qualcosa che fino a un attimo prima non avevi considerato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Per farti scoprire, ad esempio, quant'è preziosa quella manciata di giorni d'agosto in cui tutti vanno in vacanza e tu rimani da solo in città. Quale interesse morboso ti spinge a chiuderti a chiave nei bagni delle case in cui non sei mai stato e curiosare su tutti i prodotti che usano. O la soddisfazione nel constatare che un amico ha ripreso in poco tempo tutti i chili persi con una dieta faticosissima che, per qualche giorno, sei stato tentato di fare anche tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francesco Piccolo mette a nudo con spietato umorismo i piaceri più inconfessabili, i tic, le debolezze con le quali prima o poi tutti noi dobbiamo fare i conti. Pagina dopo pagina, momento dopo momento, si finisce col venire travolti da un'inarrestabile ondata di divertimento, intelligenza e stupore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Solo riducendo a spicchi la realtà si riesce ad afferrare per la coda - magari un attimo appena - il senso più profondo della vita.&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/8826690551879699379-208683545573599670?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/208683545573599670/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=208683545573599670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/208683545573599670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/208683545573599670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/momenti-di-trascurabile-felicita.html' title='momenti di trascurabile felicità...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TQasO2joaYI/AAAAAAAAC58/XIAf0cVYAmo/s72-c/magicisorrisi-a22470671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7689370818553820782</id><published>2010-12-01T22:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:36:47.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ivy'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia...ivy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TPbab7h8OLI/AAAAAAAAC50/Rl8pDky0YpE/s1600/it__s_snowing_by_deinnorra-d33thxn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1531277"&gt;CRIC&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&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/8826690551879699379-5472835661432642909?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5472835661432642909/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5472835661432642909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5472835661432642909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5472835661432642909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/11/perche-tu-mi-piacise-lo-scrivi-dura.html' title='perchè tu mi piaci...se lo scrivi dura'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7335659804411193023</id><published>2010-11-15T20:35:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:51:08.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grey&apos;s anatomy'/><title type='text'>il cambiamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TOJ8bTONs2I/AAAAAAAAC4s/CcITQqoYiio/s1600/AL-VOLO-a22377083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TOJ8bTONs2I/AAAAAAAAC4s/CcITQqoYiio/s400/AL-VOLO-a22377083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540127300077335394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando diciamo cose come "le persone non cambiano", facciamo impazzire gli scienziati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perché il cambiamento è letteralmente l'unica costante di tutta la scienza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Energia. Materia. Cambia di continuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mutare. Unirsi. Crescere. Morire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E' il modo in cui le persone cercano di non cambiare che è innaturale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il modo in cui ci aggrappiamo a com'erano le cose invece di lasciare che siano quello che sono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il modo in cui ci aggrappiamo ai vecchi ricordi invece di crearne di nuovi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il modo in cui ci ostiniamo a credere, nonostante ogni prova scientifica,&lt;br /&gt;che tutte le cose della vita siano permanenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il cambiamento è costante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come rapportarci al cambiamento…è compito nostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Può sembrarci di morire…o può sembrarci come una seconda possibilità nella vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se apriamo le nostre dita, lasciamo andare la presa, andiamo avanti…&lt;br /&gt;può essere come pure adrenalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come se in qualsiasi momento potessimo avere un'altra possibilità nella vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come se in qualsiasi momento…potessimo rinascere...&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/8826690551879699379-7335659804411193023?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7335659804411193023/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TMFkQdeMP_I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/BMkt-7EC7lo/s400/film.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530812051339624434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="25" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEpp_zRkwaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NEpp_zRkwaI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="25" width="512"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-4753747917301853556?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4753747917301853556/comments/default' title='Commenti sul 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distacco è la via che conduce al Lato Oscuro". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anakin: "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Non permetterò che queste visioni si avverino&lt;/span&gt;, Maestro Yoda".&lt;br /&gt;Yoda: "La morte è parte naturale della vita. Gioisci per coloro che intorno a te si trasformano nella Forza.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Dolore non avere&lt;/span&gt;. Rimpianto non avere. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L'attaccamento conduce alla gelosia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;L'ombra della bramosia essa è&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Anakin: "Cosa devo fare, Maestro Yoda?"&lt;br /&gt;Yoda:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esercitati a distaccarti da tutto ciò che temi di perdere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Star Wars -  Episodio III - La vendetta dei Sith]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8826690551879699379-5971682509703851212?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5971682509703851212/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5971682509703851212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5971682509703851212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5971682509703851212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TL9v3qyZMAI/AAAAAAAAC34/0AI32JTyRpo/s72-c/bellissima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-4161886345230202492</id><published>2010-10-14T20:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T10:13:41.417+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>M-O-D-A'...la notte</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7-HvuXFkyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S7-HvuXFkyo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;mi piacciono i Modà!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-4161886345230202492?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4161886345230202492/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=4161886345230202492&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4161886345230202492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4161886345230202492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/10/m-o-d-ala-notte.html' title='M-O-D-A&apos;...la notte'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-178698609282924522</id><published>2010-10-08T06:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:24:16.036+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>John Lennon Google Doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="600" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYHCeUfoAnw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TYHCeUfoAnw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=it_IT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;John Lennon's 70th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Give peace a chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-178698609282924522?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/178698609282924522/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=178698609282924522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/178698609282924522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/178698609282924522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/10/john-lennon-google-doodle.html' title='John Lennon Google Doodle'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8030873319795435936</id><published>2010-10-07T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T01:23:56.530+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>Like a sea never dies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="290" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkFqm0P5H1c&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkFqm0P5H1c&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="290" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Augusto, salutami le stelle della tua città...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Il viaggiare di notte mi induce ad alzare gli occhi al cielo, ad inseguire la luna sull'autostrada mentre si incurva all'orizzonte. A forza di osservare le stelle, ho imparato a conoscere le varie costellazioni: il Sagittario, lo Scorpione, l'Orsa maggiore e Minore, Andromeda, l'Uccello indiano. C'è persino il cavalletto del pittore. La sfera celeste, con quei raggruppamenti magici e misteriosi, si esprime con un proprio linguaggio. E' come se,su un infinito pentagramma, apparissero tante note luminose, con suoni reconditi, inafferrabili... Mi sono proposto di ridare un volto alla luna,di ricostruirle un'identità. Ho voluto farle quella faccia (o quelle facce) che vedevo da bambino. La luna della leggenda o del sogno è stata uccisa dalla scienza, che ha preteso di sapere tutto su di lei, sul come è fatta, com'è composta, di quali ingredienti è formato il suo manto polveroso. Manca poco che le appuntino un'etichetta con l'indicazione di tutte le sostanze che contiene, secondo le vigenti disposizioni, come si vede nelle bottiglie di acqua minerale. Ma la luna è anche sentimento, è mito, è quel filo di malinconia che compare anche nei miei disegni senza che sappia il perché."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augusto Daolio (18 febbraio 1947 – 7 ottobre 1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8030873319795435936?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8030873319795435936/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8030873319795435936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8030873319795435936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8030873319795435936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-sea-never-dies.html' title='Like a sea never dies'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-775575478064155053</id><published>2010-09-20T23:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:14:02.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...感謝,grazie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TJiCj882zJI/AAAAAAAAC2s/m9MwvP-06EQ/s1600/SaraSaudkova.the.kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; 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margin: 0pt 2px 2px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TIaBfIBH0rI/AAAAAAAAC18/DJm1qUSWAhg/s400/25734_104254509609848_101665133202119_53651_2314309_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514237165489869490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Davanti alla legge c'è un guardiano.&lt;br /&gt;Davanti a lui viene un uomo di campagna e chiede di entrare nella legge.&lt;br /&gt;Ma il guardiano gli dice che ora non gli può concedere di entrare.&lt;br /&gt;L'uomo riflette e chiede se almeno potrà entrare più tardi. Può darsi"  risponde il guardiano, "ma per ora no". Siccome la porta che conduce  alla legge è aperta come sempre e il custode si fa da parte, l'uomo si  china per dare un'occhiata, dalla porta, nell'interno. Quando se ne  accorge, il guardiano si mette a ridere: 'Se ne hai tanta voglia prova  pure a entrare nonostante la mia proibizione. Bada, però: io sono  potente, e sono soltanto l'infimo dei guardiani. Davanti ad ogni sala  sta un guardiano, uno più potente dell’altro. Già la vista del terzo non  riesco a sopportarla nemmeno io". L'uomo di campagna non si aspettava  tali difficoltà; la legge, pensa, dovrebbe pur essere accessibile a  tutti e sempre, ma a guardar bene il guardiano avvolto nel cappotto di  pelliccia, il suo lungo naso a punta, la lunga barba tartara, nera e  rada, decide di attendere piuttosto finché non abbia ottenuto il  permesso di entrare. Il guardiano gli dà uno sgabello e lo fa sedere di  fianco alla porta. Là rimane seduto per giorni e anni. Fa numerosi  tentativi per passare e stanca il guardiano con le sue richieste. Il  guardiano istituisce più volte brevi interrogatori, gli chiede notizie  della sua patria e di molte altre cose, ma sono domande prive di  interesse come le fanno i gran signori, e alla fine gli ripete sempre  che ancora non lo può far entrare. L'uomo che per il viaggio si è  provveduto di molte cose dà fondo a tutto per quanto prezioso sia,  tentando di corrompere il guardiano. Questi accetta ogni cosa, ma  osserva: "Lo accetto soltanto perché tu non creda dì aver trascurato  qualcosa". Durante tutti quegli anni l'uomo osserva il guardiano quasi  senza interruzione. Dimentica gli altri guardiani e solo il primo gli  sembra l'unico ostacolo all'ingresso della legge. Egli maledice il caso  disgraziato, nei primi anni ad alta voce, poi quando invecchia si limita  a brontolare tra sé. Rimbambisce e siccome studiando per anni il  guardiano conosce ormai anche le pulci del suo bavero di pelliccia,  implora anche queste di aiutarlo e di far cambiare opinione al  guardiano. Infine il lume degli occhi gli si indebolisce ed egli non sa  se veramente fa più buio intorno a lui o se soltanto gli occhi lo  ingannano. Ma ancora distingue nell'oscurità uno splendore che erompe  inestinguibile dalla porta della legge. Ormai non vive più a lungo.  Prima di morire tutte le esperienze di quel tempo si condensano nella  sua testa in una domanda che finora non ha rivolto al guardiano. Gli fa  un cenno poiché non può ergere il corpo che si sta irrigidendo. E il  guardiano è costretto a piegarsi profondamente verso di lui, poiché la  differenza di statura è mutata molto a sfavore dell'uomo di campagna.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:110%;" &gt;"Che cosa vuoi sapere ancora?" chiede il guardiano, "sei insaziabile.".  L'uomo risponde: "Tutti tendono verso la legge, come mai in tutti questi  anni nessun altro ha chiesto di entrare?". Il guardiano si rende conto  che l'uomo è giunto alla fine e per farsi intendere ancora da quelle  orecchie che stanno per diventare insensibili, grida: "Nessun altro  poteva entrare qui perché questo ingresso era destinato soltanto a te.  Ora vado a chiuderlo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;(Franz Kafka)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5153385754806543680?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5153385754806543680/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5153385754806543680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5153385754806543680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Io son quello che sono...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TGlv78otdFI/AAAAAAAAC0s/N0osPyTx9u8/s1600/io.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TGlv78otdFI/AAAAAAAAC0s/N0osPyTx9u8/s400/io.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506055095116985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io son quello che sono e parlo d'amore soltanto per gioco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ma quello che penso davvero lo dico e lo nego per non finire sul rogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si gioca da sempre si vince e si perde in amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si vola più in alto per precipitare in amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma è vitalizzante rimettersi in gioco e rischiare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Non serve indagare ne recriminare in amore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ti basta la fede ti basta una rete e un arpione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bleffare in amore in certi frangenti conviene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Io son quello che sono e parlo d'amore soltanto per gioco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ma quello che penso davvero lo dico e lo nego per non finire sul rogo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La sposa si veste, la sposa si sveste, è normale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma chi si traveste commette peccato mortale &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perchè si distingue da tutta la gente per bene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;L'amore va avanti tra scritte inquietanti sui muri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e tra le minacce e l'odio degli inquisitori &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A volte chi canta canzoni d'amore è stonato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E chi ha sempre promesso di spiegare l'amore ha imbrogliato…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A volte chi canta canzoni d'amore è stonato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E chi ha sempre promesso di spiegare l'amore ha imbrogliato…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[In amore - E.Bennato]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-39713346345166259?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/39713346345166259/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=39713346345166259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/39713346345166259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/39713346345166259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/08/io-son-quello-che-sono.html' title='Io son quello che sono...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TGlv78otdFI/AAAAAAAAC0s/N0osPyTx9u8/s72-c/io.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-122274051151985865</id><published>2010-07-30T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:40:41.931+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Si, viaggiare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TFKPefYhH7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/rBD-bQClx6k/s1600/valigia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TFKPefYhH7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/rBD-bQClx6k/s400/valigia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499615848955977650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel gran genio del mio amico&lt;br /&gt;lui saprebbe cosa fare, lui saprebbe come aggiustare&lt;br /&gt;con un cacciavite in mano fa miracoli&lt;br /&gt;ti regolerebbe il minimo alzandolo un po'&lt;br /&gt;e non picchieresti in testa cosi' forte no&lt;br /&gt;e potresti ripartire certamente non volare&lt;br /&gt;ma viaggiare...Si, viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;evitando le buche più dure senza per questo&lt;br /&gt;cadere nelle tue paure gentilmente&lt;br /&gt;senza fumo con amore dolcemente viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;rallentando per poi accelerare&lt;br /&gt;con un ritmo fluente di vita nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;gentilmente senza strappi al motore&lt;br /&gt;e tornare a viaggiare e di notte con i fari illuminare&lt;br /&gt;chiaramente la strada per saper dove andare&lt;br /&gt;con coraggio gentilmente, gentilmente&lt;br /&gt;dolcemente viaggiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quel gran genio del mio amico&lt;br /&gt;con le mani sporche d'olio capirebbe molto meglio&lt;br /&gt;meglio certo di buttare riparare pulirebbe forse il filtro&lt;br /&gt;soffiandoci un po' scinderesti poi la gente&lt;br /&gt;quella chiara no e potresti ripartire certamente non volare&lt;br /&gt;ma viaggiare...Si, viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;evitando le buche più dure senza per questo&lt;br /&gt;cadere nelle tue paure gentilmente&lt;br /&gt;senza fumo con amore dolcemente viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;rallentando per poi accelerare&lt;br /&gt;con un ritmo fluente di vita nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;gentilmente senza strappi al motore&lt;br /&gt;e tornare a viaggiare e di notte con i fari illuminare&lt;br /&gt;chiaramente la strada per saper dove andare&lt;br /&gt;con coraggio gentilmente, gentilmente&lt;br /&gt;dolcemente viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;Si, viaggiare...dolcemente viaggiare&lt;br /&gt;rallentando per poi accelerare&lt;br /&gt;con un ritmo fluente di vita nel cuore&lt;br /&gt;gentilmente senza strappi al motore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Sì, viaggiare - L.Battisti]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-122274051151985865?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/122274051151985865/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=122274051151985865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8332640157845140899</id><published>2010-07-03T23:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T02:18:49.891+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>"passano i miei anni, vanno sotto gli occhi..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TC_G3LAU9vI/AAAAAAAACzM/5jzU4lxkNNw/s1600/torta_compleanno_candele01-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/TC_G3LAU9vI/AAAAAAAACzM/5jzU4lxkNNw/s400/torta_compleanno_candele01-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489825121937192690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...sono stupendi i trent'anni, ed anche i trentuno, i trentadue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trentatré, i trentaquattro, i trentacinque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono stupendi perché sono liberi, ribelli, fuorilegge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché è finita l'angoscia dell'attesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma non è cominciata la malinconia del declino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché siamo lucidi, finalmente, trent'anni!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se siamo religiosi, siamo religiosi convinti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se siamo atei,siamo atei convinti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se siamo dubbiosi, siamo dubbiosi senza vergogna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E non temiamo le beffe dei ragazzi perché anche noi siamo giovani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non temiamo rimproveri degli adulti perché anche noi siamo adulti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non temiamo il peccato perché abbiamo capito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che il peccato è un punto di vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Non temiamo la disubbidienza perché abbiamo scoperto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;che la disubbidienza è nobile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Non temiamo la punizione perché abbiamo concluso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che non c'è nulla di male ad amarci se ci incontriamo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad abbandonarci se ci perdiamo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i conti non dobbiamo più farli con la maestra di scuola e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non dobbiamo ancora farli col prete dell'olio santo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li facciamo con noi stessi e basta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;col nostro dolore, da grandi..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.Fallaci&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/8826690551879699379-8332640157845140899?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8332640157845140899/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3527014264731032173?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3527014264731032173/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3527014264731032173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3527014264731032173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3527014264731032173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/06/22-giugno.html' title='22 giugno'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7482236061959218993</id><published>2010-04-28T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:34:05.719+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sogno'/><title type='text'>dentro ad un sogno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S9jArD7M5pI/AAAAAAAACxg/UlXhiICMkLU/s1600/sogno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S9jArD7M5pI/AAAAAAAACxg/UlXhiICMkLU/s400/sogno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465329993834620562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"  &gt;Entrerò nei tuoi pensieri di una notte che non dormi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"  &gt;entrerò dentro ad un sogno, quando è già mattino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:110%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:110%;"  &gt; e per quel giorno tu mi porterai con te...&lt;br /&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/8826690551879699379-7482236061959218993?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7482236061959218993/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7482236061959218993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7482236061959218993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7482236061959218993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/dentro-ad-un-sogno.html' title='dentro ad un sogno...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S9jArD7M5pI/AAAAAAAACxg/UlXhiICMkLU/s72-c/sogno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5451725808196983089</id><published>2010-04-21T20:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:20:02.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>sangue impazzito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="309"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7161ZSmFFWs&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7161ZSmFFWs&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tratta dall'album "Senza vento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;L'album cerca di seguire il viaggio di un ipotetico Joe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;che dopo essersi addormentato durante una partita del quartiere, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;viene svegliato dai calci dell'accalappiacani. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quest'ultimo lo costringe nell'incubo di un canile che sembra una prigione, e di subire una lobotomia per uniformarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ma Joe trova una pistola con tre proiettili d'oro, con cui uccide il suo guardiano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cosi potrà scappare dalla prigione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;La sua fuga sarà visionata da lontano dal veggente, con il quale si incontrerà. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Questi gli permetterà di avere delle visioni e dei sogni che lo aiuteranno a diventare guerriero, per ottenere la libertà. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Con la nuova forza acquisita, parte per la Città del Sole, dove conosce l'amore. Però un desiderio più forte lo spinge a fare ritorno alla realtà, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;arricchito dalla esperienza e dalla serenità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8826690551879699379-5451725808196983089?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5451725808196983089/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5451725808196983089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5451725808196983089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5451725808196983089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangue-impazzito.html' title='sangue impazzito...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-1764758507977354676</id><published>2010-04-20T00:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:25:56.861+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>a corrente continua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Blp_eVnWprs&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Blp_eVnWprs&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se l'amor si paga dopo&lt;br /&gt;Noi senza inferno&lt;br /&gt;non resteremo&lt;br /&gt;Se l'amor mi costa questo&lt;br /&gt;Non voglio sconto&lt;br /&gt;voglio pagare&lt;br /&gt;IO&lt;br /&gt;Innocente mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Invadente mai mai&lt;br /&gt;prigioniero mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Fuori tempo mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non regalo mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non ritardo mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non dipendo mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non ho pace mai mai&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse per sempre... mi stupirei!&lt;br /&gt;e se fosse per sempre... ne gioirei&lt;br /&gt;Perché quando mi rubi... e mi stacchi dal mondo&lt;br /&gt;Sale forte l'umore... e l'amore va in sole&lt;br /&gt;Tra la polvere del mondo mi son trovato&lt;br /&gt;e ho camminato&lt;br /&gt;Nelle mani avevo fiori e tante scuse&lt;br /&gt;per non morire&lt;br /&gt;TU&lt;br /&gt;Disillusa mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Esordiente mai mai&lt;br /&gt;regolare mai mai&lt;br /&gt;indecente mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non mi perdi mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Ma non perdi mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non confessi mai mai&lt;br /&gt;Non subisci mai mai&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse per sempre... mi stupirei!&lt;br /&gt;e se fosse per sempre... ne gioirei&lt;br /&gt;Perché quando mi rubi... e mi stacchi dal mondo&lt;br /&gt;Sale forte l'umore... e l'amore va in sole&lt;br /&gt;Mia divinità... a corrente continua&lt;br /&gt;mia che come te... non ne fanno mai più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;profumiamo insieme di un'essenza che resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosa vuoi che sia... la diversità&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse per sempre mi stupirei&lt;br /&gt;e se fosse per sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Se fosse per sempre - B. Antonacci]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-1764758507977354676?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1764758507977354676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=1764758507977354676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1764758507977354676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1764758507977354676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuori-tempo-mai-mai.html' title='a corrente continua...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3477951262992570892</id><published>2010-04-17T15:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:44:50.024+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Un colpo all'anima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="230" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kvq3fGQ_SaE&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kvq3fGQ_SaE&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="230" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8m4pxIviCI/AAAAAAAACxU/_gWTUWkTyWE/s1600/liga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8m4pxIviCI/AAAAAAAACxU/_gWTUWkTyWE/s400/liga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461099050867591202" align="left" vspace="6" hspace="6" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ognuno di noi ha i propri mostri, i propri fantasmi. Li si possono chiamare ossessioni, paure, condizionamenti, senso di inadeguatezza, aspettative e chissà in quali altri modi ancora. Sappiamo, però, che sono vivi e sono il filtro attraverso cui chiunque matura la propria, personale visione del mondo. Credo di conoscere abbastanza bene i miei “mostri”, mi fanno compagnia da tanto tempo. Può darsi che sia anche per questa lunga frequentazione che ora, in questa fase della mia vita, mi sembrano meno “potenti” e “ingombranti”. Alcuni di loro li ho affrontati in questo album ma era solamente per fargli sapere che li stavo salutando. Loro come tutti gli altri. So benissimo che sarebbe fin troppo bello che fosse un saluto definitivo. Infatti non mi sono permesso di dire: “Addio, mostro!” ma un più prudente e realistico:“ARRIVEDERCI, MOSTRO!”Un titolo però che, solo a pronunciarlo o a leggerlo, mi porta a galla sensazioni come sollievo, voglia di giocare, leggerezza, energia e fiducia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3477951262992570892?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3477951262992570892/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3477951262992570892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3477951262992570892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3477951262992570892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-colpo-allanima.html' title='Un colpo all&apos;anima...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8m4pxIviCI/AAAAAAAACxU/_gWTUWkTyWE/s72-c/liga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2873538276528898756</id><published>2010-04-13T21:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:20:39.437+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>PIXELS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="213"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/swf/video/xcv6dv"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/swf/video/xcv6dv" width="380" height="213" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/video/xcv6dv_pixels-by-patrick-jean_creation"&gt;PIXELS by PATRICK JEAN.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caricato da &lt;a href="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/onemoreprod"&gt;onemoreprod&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/it/channel/creation/featured/1"&gt;Animazioni e video artistici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Troppo bellino!!! :-)))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2873538276528898756?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2873538276528898756/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2873538276528898756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2873538276528898756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2873538276528898756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/pixels.html' title='PIXELS...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6336128502109375511</id><published>2010-04-10T01:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:26:46.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>E ti vengo a cercare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8B7yQEgLeI/AAAAAAAACwU/ybDamydB-1Y/s1600/Prato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8B7yQEgLeI/AAAAAAAACwU/ybDamydB-1Y/s400/Prato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458498851610570210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;E ti vengo a cercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anche solo per vederti o parlare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché ho bisogno della tua presenza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per capire meglio la mia essenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo sentimento popolare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasce da meccaniche divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un rapimento mistico e sensuale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi imprigiona a te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dovrei cambiare l'oggetto dei miei desideri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non accontentarmi di piccole gioie quotidiane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fare come un eremita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che rinuncia a sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ti vengo a cercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con la scusa di doverti parlare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché mi piace ciò che pensi e che dici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché in te vedo le mie radici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo secolo oramai alla fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturo di parassiti senza dignità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi spinge solo ad essere migliore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con più volontà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emanciparmi dall'incubo delle passioni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cercare l'Uno al di sopra del Bene e del Male&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essere un'immagine divina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di questa realtà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ti vengo a cercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché sto bene con te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perché ho bisogno della tua presenza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[E ti vengo a cercare- Battiato]&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/8826690551879699379-6336128502109375511?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6336128502109375511/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6336128502109375511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6336128502109375511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6336128502109375511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-ti-vengo-cercare.html' title='E ti vengo a cercare...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8B7yQEgLeI/AAAAAAAACwU/ybDamydB-1Y/s72-c/Prato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6308595430220401819</id><published>2010-04-07T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:36:26.237+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiore'/><title type='text'>Pua Lai...mi piace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S7yjB24pfSI/AAAAAAAACvY/iwQWIwlawb0/s1600/Frangipani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S7yjB24pfSI/AAAAAAAACvY/iwQWIwlawb0/s400/Frangipani.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457416100774509858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;...meglio conosciuto come "&lt;b&gt;Fiore del Paradiso&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; simboleggia l'immortalità ed è di buono auspicio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In Thailandia viene piantata vicino alle tombe e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ai templi sacri poichè considerata pianta sacra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A me piace proprio tanto!!! :-)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8826690551879699379-6308595430220401819?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6308595430220401819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6308595430220401819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6308595430220401819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6308595430220401819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/pua-laimi-piace.html' title='Pua Lai...mi piace!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S7yjB24pfSI/AAAAAAAACvY/iwQWIwlawb0/s72-c/Frangipani.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7513670086758974412</id><published>2010-03-25T00:17:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T02:11:56.335+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>questa ragazza occhi cielo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6q0zMnX1aI/AAAAAAAACuU/4BsAH1g-JxY/s1600/dc4dfae8933c127b8c7a384d6af99aad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6q0zMnX1aI/AAAAAAAACuU/4BsAH1g-JxY/s400/dc4dfae8933c127b8c7a384d6af99aad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452369090538100130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" height="20" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTOP6dZxGuw&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UTOP6dZxGuw&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="20" width="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"voglia mia di vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di una colpa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di perdono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di calore umano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di partire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di sapori buoni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di sognare forte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;voglia di star bene..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ragazza occhi cielo - B. Antonacci]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-7513670086758974412?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7513670086758974412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7513670086758974412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7513670086758974412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7513670086758974412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/03/questa-ragazza-occhi-cielo.html' title='questa ragazza occhi cielo...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6q0zMnX1aI/AAAAAAAACuU/4BsAH1g-JxY/s72-c/dc4dfae8933c127b8c7a384d6af99aad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-543651931086442208</id><published>2010-03-19T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:41:33.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>Tanti auguri daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6NEjXqjLAI/AAAAAAAACt0/Oba9-9uhkNQ/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6NEjXqjLAI/AAAAAAAACt0/Oba9-9uhkNQ/s400/daddy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450275348487023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Questa foto è la mia preferita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;in braccio a te, con quella "grande mano" che mi tiene stretta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-543651931086442208?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S6NEjXqjLAI/AAAAAAAACt0/Oba9-9uhkNQ/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7689291639678863707</id><published>2010-03-15T00:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:18:04.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>21 guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="215"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1RKr4pWOqs&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1RKr4pWOqs&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Did you try to live on your own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;When it’s time to live and let die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;And you can’t get another try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You’re in ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lay down your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Give up the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;You and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;[21 Guns - Green Day feat The Cast of American Idiot ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8826690551879699379-7689291639678863707?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7689291639678863707/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7689291639678863707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7689291639678863707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7689291639678863707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/03/21-guns.html' title='21 guns'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-4856836833299575882</id><published>2010-03-12T00:27:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:10:53.736+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Perchè il mondo è il posto dove ho visto te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S5ovJrjMbII/AAAAAAAACtU/D7iczLF0HJQ/s1600-h/visto+te.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S5ovJrjMbII/AAAAAAAACtU/D7iczLF0HJQ/s400/visto+te.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447718542613703810" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"E coi miei occhi ho visto tanta vita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  E le mie orecchie tanta ne han sentita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  E le mie mani hanno applaudito il mondo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  perchè il mondo è il posto dove ho visto te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  E nel mio petto c'è un motore acceso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  fatto per dare più di quel che ha preso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  E c'è una parte della luna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  che assomiglia a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  quella dove si specchia il sole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  che ispira musica e parole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Credimi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Salvami &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Sentimi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E le mie ossa han preso tante botte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;e ho vinto e perso dentro tante lotte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;cercando il fuoco dentro una parola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E le mie mani hanno applaudito il mondo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;perchè il mondo è il posto dove ho visto te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;dove ho visto te ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;["Dove ho visto te" - Jovanotti]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-4856836833299575882?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4856836833299575882/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=4856836833299575882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4856836833299575882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>e da qui...e da qui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S4Y2kKsb_oI/AAAAAAAACtI/s3EBBdeEUUI/s1600-h/www.spaghettifile.com_img_546469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S4Y2kKsb_oI/AAAAAAAACtI/s3EBBdeEUUI/s400/www.spaghettifile.com_img_546469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442097194697752194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="20"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZicKSwye7fU&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZicKSwye7fU&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Quello che si prova&lt;br /&gt;non si può spiegare qui&lt;br /&gt;hai una sorpresa&lt;br /&gt;che neanche te lo immagini&lt;br /&gt;dietro non si torna&lt;br /&gt;non si può tornare giù&lt;br /&gt;Quando ormai si vola&lt;br /&gt;non si può cadere più....&lt;br /&gt;Vedi tetti e case&lt;br /&gt;e grandi le periferie&lt;br /&gt;E vedi quante cose&lt;br /&gt;sono solo "fesserie"...&lt;br /&gt;E da qui....e da qui...&lt;br /&gt;...qui non arrivano gli angeli&lt;br /&gt;con le lucciole e le cicale..&lt;br /&gt;E da qui....e da qui....&lt;br /&gt;"non le vedi più quelle estati lì"&lt;br /&gt;"quelle estati lì"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui è logico&lt;br /&gt;cambiare mille volte idea&lt;br /&gt;ed è facile&lt;br /&gt;sentirsi da buttare via!!&lt;br /&gt;Qui non hai "la scusa"&lt;br /&gt;che ti può tenere su&lt;br /&gt;Qui la notte è buia&lt;br /&gt;e ci sei soltanto tu&lt;br /&gt;Vivi in bilico&lt;br /&gt;e fumi le tue Lucky Strike&lt;br /&gt;e ti rendi conto&lt;br /&gt;di quanto le maledirai.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E da qui....e da qui...&lt;br /&gt;qui non arrivano "gli ordini"...&lt;br /&gt;a insegnarti la strada buona...&lt;br /&gt;E da qui....e da qui....&lt;br /&gt;qui non arrivano gli angeli..."&lt;br /&gt;[Gli angeli - Vasco]&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/8826690551879699379-6097272056706444845?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6097272056706444845/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6097272056706444845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6097272056706444845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6097272056706444845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-da-quie-da-qui.html' title='e da qui...e da qui...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S4Y2kKsb_oI/AAAAAAAACtI/s3EBBdeEUUI/s72-c/www.spaghettifile.com_img_546469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-1699858802607486002</id><published>2010-02-23T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:31:34.570+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Canzone per te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dR9shsshuGA&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dR9shsshuGA&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"La festa appena cominciata &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;È già finita &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il cielo non è più con noi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il nostro amore era l’invidia di chi è solo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Era il mio orgoglio la tua allegria &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;È stato tanto grande e ormai &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Non sa morire &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Per questo canto e canto te &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La solitudine che tu mi hai regalato &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Io la coltivo come un fiore &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chissà se finirà &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se un nuovo sogno la mia mano prenderà &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se a un’altra io dirò &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le cose che dicevo a te &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ma oggi devo dire che &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ti voglio bene &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Per questo canto e canto te &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;È stato tanto grande e ormai non sa morire &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Per questo canto e canto te"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Canzone per te - S. Endrigo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MA QUANTO E' BELLA QUESTA CANZONE...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/8826690551879699379-1699858802607486002?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1699858802607486002/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=1699858802607486002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1699858802607486002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1699858802607486002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/02/canzone-per-te.html' title='Canzone per te...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-1250673701570468414</id><published>2010-02-17T19:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:02:37.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>La cometa di Halley...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;La cometa di Halley&lt;/span&gt; è la più famosa e brillante delle comete periodiche provenienti dalla fascia di Kuiper, le quali passano per le regioni interne del sistema solare ad intervalli di decine di anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La cometa di Halley ritornerà nell'estate del 2061...quando avrò 81 anni :-)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S3wRXrWh-LI/AAAAAAAACtA/MWzw8giobG8/s1600-h/77960174_a3003eba7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 384px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S3wRXrWh-LI/AAAAAAAACtA/MWzw8giobG8/s400/77960174_a3003eba7d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439241548428605618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="19" width="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2JmtY5noS0&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2JmtY5noS0&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="19" width="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/8826690551879699379-1250673701570468414?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1250673701570468414/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=1250673701570468414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1250673701570468414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1250673701570468414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-cometa-di-halley.html' title='La cometa di Halley...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S3wRXrWh-LI/AAAAAAAACtA/MWzw8giobG8/s72-c/77960174_a3003eba7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5290272836609364015</id><published>2010-02-07T12:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:16:50.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>H O I M P A R A T O C H E . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S26fodXMBnI/AAAAAAAACsI/pgujjBGpY3U/s1600-h/www.spaghettifile.com_img_567636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S26fodXMBnI/AAAAAAAACsI/pgujjBGpY3U/s400/www.spaghettifile.com_img_567636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435457317708236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che quando vuoi vendicarti di qualcuno lasci solo che quel qualcuno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;continui a farti del male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che l'amore, non il tempo guarisce le ferite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che il modo più facile per crescere come persona è circondarmi di persone più intelligenti di me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che quando serbi rancore e amarezza la felicità va da un'altra parte.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che un sorriso è un modo economico per migliorare il tuo aspetto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che quando tuo figlio appena nato tiene il tuo dito nel suo piccolo pugno ti ha agganciato per la vita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che tutti vogliono vivere in cima alla montagna ma tutta la felicità e la crescita avvengono mentre la scali.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che è meglio dare consigli solo in due circostanze: quando sono richiesti e quando ne dipende la vita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che la miglior aula del mondo è ai piedi di una persona anziana.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che quando sei innamorato, si vede.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che appena una persona mi dice, "mi hai reso felice! ", ti rende felice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che essere gentili è più importante dell'aver ragione.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che non bisognerebbe mai dire no ad un dono fatto da un bambino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che posso sempre pregare per qualcuno, quando non ho la forza di aiutarlo in qualche altro modo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che non importa quanto la vita richieda che tu sia serio... Ognuno ha bisogno di un amico con cui divertirsi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che ignorare i fatti non cambia i fatti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che talvolta tutto ciò di cui uno ha bisogno è una mano da tenere ed un cuore da capire.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che la vita è come un rotolo di carta igienica... Più ti avvicini alla fine, più velocemente va via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che dovremmo essere contenti per il fatto che Dio non ci dà tutto quel che gli chiediamo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che i soldi non possono acquistare la classe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che sono i piccoli avvenimenti giornalieri a fare la vita così spettacolare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che sotto il duro guscio di ognuno c'è qualcuno che vuole essere apprezzato e amato.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che il Signore non ha fatto tutto in un giorno solo. Cosa mi fa pensare che io potrei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che ogni persona che incontri merita d'essere salutata con un sorriso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che non c'è niente di più dolce che dormire coi tuoi bambini e sentire il loro respiro sulle tue guance.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che nessuno è perfetto, fino a quando non te ne innamori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che la vita è dura, ma io sono più duro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che le opportunità non si perdono mai, qualcuno sfrutterà quelle che hai perso tu. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Che desidererei aver detto una volta in più a mio padre che lo amavo, prima che se ne andasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che ognuno dovrebbe rendere le proprie parole soffici e tenere, perché domani potrebbe doverle mangiare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Che non posso scegliere come sentirmi, ma posso scegliere cosa fare con queste sensazioni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavora come se non avessi bisogno dei soldi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ama come se nessuno ti avesse mai fatto soffrire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;balla come se nessuno ti stesse guardando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;canta come se nessuno ti stesse sentendo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-Coelho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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.'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S26fodXMBnI/AAAAAAAACsI/pgujjBGpY3U/s72-c/www.spaghettifile.com_img_567636.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6958933885641060481</id><published>2010-02-02T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:57:00.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>T'immagini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S2hntyYdmyI/AAAAAAAACsA/vfXpBRODUSI/s1600-h/www.spaghettifile.com_img_607895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S2hntyYdmyI/AAAAAAAACsA/vfXpBRODUSI/s400/www.spaghettifile.com_img_607895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433706986738653986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"...fantasie, fantasie che volano libere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;fantasie che a volte fan ridere,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;fantasie che a volte credono alle favole..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6958933885641060481?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6958933885641060481/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6958933885641060481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6958933885641060481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6958933885641060481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/02/timmagini.html' title='T&apos;immagini...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S2hntyYdmyI/AAAAAAAACsA/vfXpBRODUSI/s72-c/www.spaghettifile.com_img_607895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7129998892854999798</id><published>2010-01-20T00:33:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:24:48.424+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>baciami ancora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S1Za_9d3GUI/AAAAAAAACr4/9S9TRriRilQ/s1600-h/baciami_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 452px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S1Za_9d3GUI/AAAAAAAACr4/9S9TRriRilQ/s400/baciami_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428626455719778626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"La vita non ci dà sempre le cose come le vogliamo,&lt;br /&gt;l'importante è che ce le dia..."[Baciami ancora]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="231" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGii3axsl0k&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGii3axsl0k&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="231" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, due, tre, four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Un bellissimo spreco di tempo&lt;br /&gt;un’impresa impossibile&lt;br /&gt;l’invenzione di un sogno&lt;br /&gt;una vita in un giorno&lt;br /&gt;una tenda al di là della duna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pianeta in un sasso, l’infinito in un passo&lt;br /&gt;il riflesso di un sole sull’onda di un fiume&lt;br /&gt;son tornate le lucciole a Roma&lt;br /&gt;nei parchi del centro l’estate profuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mamma, un'amante, una figlia&lt;br /&gt;un impegno, una volta una nuvola scura&lt;br /&gt;un magnete sul frigo, un quaderno di appunti&lt;br /&gt;una casa, un aereo che vola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto il resto è un rumore lontano&lt;br /&gt;una stella che esplode ai confini del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio stare con te&lt;br /&gt;inseguire con te&lt;br /&gt;tutte le onde del nostro destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una bimba che danza, un cielo, una stanza&lt;br /&gt;una strada, un lavoro, una scuola&lt;br /&gt;un pensiero che sfugge&lt;br /&gt;una luce che sfiora&lt;br /&gt;una fiamma che incendia l’aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un errore perfetto, un diamante, un difetto&lt;br /&gt;uno strappo che non si ricuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un respiro profondo per non impazzire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una semplice storia d’amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un pirata, un soldato, un dio da tradire&lt;br /&gt;e l’occasione che non hai mai incontrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;La tua vera natura, la giustizia del mondo&lt;br /&gt;che punisce chi ha le ali e non vola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutto il resto è un rumore lontano&lt;br /&gt;una stella che esplode ai confini del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Voglio stare con te&lt;br /&gt;invecchiare con te&lt;br /&gt;stare soli io e te sulla luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidenze, destino,&lt;br /&gt;un gigante, un bambino&lt;br /&gt;che gioca con l’arco e le frecce&lt;br /&gt;che colpisce e poi scappa&lt;br /&gt;un tesoro, una mappa,&lt;br /&gt;l’amore che detta ogni legge&lt;br /&gt;per provare a vedere&lt;br /&gt;che c’è laggiù in fondo&lt;br /&gt;dove sembra impossibile stare da soli&lt;br /&gt;a guardarsi negli occhi&lt;br /&gt;a riempire gli specchi&lt;br /&gt;con i nostri riflessi migliori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Voglio stare con te&lt;br /&gt;inseguire con te&lt;br /&gt;tutte le onde del nostro destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baciami ancora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-7129998892854999798?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S1Za_9d3GUI/AAAAAAAACr4/9S9TRriRilQ/s72-c/baciami_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8772293644446581119</id><published>2010-01-05T21:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:51:36.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>Alma...</title><content type='html'>Un po' inquietante...ma bellino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="196" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="196" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4749536"&gt;Alma&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/alma"&gt;Rodrigo Blaas&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8772293644446581119?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8772293644446581119/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8772293644446581119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8772293644446581119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8772293644446581119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2010/01/alma.html' title='Alma...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6194486504486886336</id><published>2009-12-31T19:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:05:09.149+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>e un altro anno se ne va...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Szz03VOQPgI/AAAAAAAACrg/vdV_ojI8k18/s1600-h/image6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Szz03VOQPgI/AAAAAAAACrg/vdV_ojI8k18/s400/image6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421477282874146306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Certi momenti sembrano messi li apposta per farci aprire un po' gli occhi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;momenti in cui ricevere un messaggio, un pensiero, una parola, un abbraccio, uno sguardo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;conta davvero tanto... momenti che sono sorprese, belle o brutte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ma anche conferme importanti, forza, sorrisi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Con queste conferme riparti e abbraccia ciò che di nuovo ti attende...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6194486504486886336?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6194486504486886336/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...c'è la neve nei miei ricordi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'è sempre la neve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e mi diventa bianco il cervello se non la smetto di ricordare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Manuale d'amore 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-4324837465882190058</id><published>2009-11-16T12:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:08:53.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>l'amore conta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SwHpDZ0wVdI/AAAAAAAACi0/UL0tvf5qzXQ/s1600/la+nascita+e+la+morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SwHpDZ0wVdI/AAAAAAAACi0/UL0tvf5qzXQ/s400/la+nascita+e+la+morte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404857272502343122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"L'amore conta...&lt;br /&gt;conosci un altro modo per fregar la morte?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8826690551879699379-4324837465882190058?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4324837465882190058/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=4324837465882190058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4324837465882190058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4324837465882190058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/lamore-conta.html' title='l&apos;amore conta...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SwHpDZ0wVdI/AAAAAAAACi0/UL0tvf5qzXQ/s72-c/la+nascita+e+la+morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-864184424945521849</id><published>2009-11-14T13:51:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:23:57.090+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>quello che non ci siamo detti - [Marc Levy]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sv6uClRAn0I/AAAAAAAACis/a0aQgKxZOak/s1600-h/quello-che-non-ci-siamo-detti-2054854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px;vspace="1" hspace="5"; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sv6uClRAn0I/AAAAAAAACis/a0aQgKxZOak/s400/quello-che-non-ci-siamo-detti-2054854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403947962277601090" border="1" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mia cara Julia, cosa vuoi conoscere dell'amore, tu che non hai mai amato altri se non chi ti restituiva una bella immagine di te stessa? Guardami in faccia e parlami del tuo matrimonio, dei tuoi progetti per il futuro; giurami che, escludendo questo viaggio imprevisto, nient'altro sarebbe potuto giungere a disturbare il tuo amore per Adam.E tu pretendi di sapere tutto dei sentimenti, del senso della vita, quando non hai la minima idea della direzione da dare alla tua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poichè vuoi che ci parliamo a cuore aperto, vorrei porti una domanda e vorrei che tu mi rispondessi con la massima sincerità. Quanto tempo è durata la tua storia d'amore più lunga?Due, tre, quattro anni, forse cinque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Non ha importanza, si dice che l'amore duri sette anni. Su, sii onesta e rispondimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saresti in grado di donarti a qualcuno per sette anni,senza riserve, offrendo tutto, senza remore, senza ansie nè dubbi, sapendo che quella persona che tu ami più di ogni altra cosa al mondo dimenticherà quasi tutto ciò che avete vissuto insieme? Accetteresti che le tue attenzioni, i tuoi gesti d'amore si cancellino dalla sua memoria e che la natura colmi un giorno quest'amnesia con rimpianti e rimproveri? Sapendo che è inevitabile, troveresti nonostante tutto la forza di alzarti nel cuore della notte quando la persona amata ha sete o semplicemente ha avuto un incubo?Avresti voglia ogni mattina di prepararle la colazione , di organizzarle le giornate, di farla divertire, di leggere storie quando si annoia, cantarle canzoni, uscire perchè deve prendere aria; e poi di sera ignoreresti la stanchezza, andresti ai piedi del letto per placare le sue paure, parlarle di un futuro che vivrà per forza di cose lontano da te?Se la tua risposta è sì a ognuna di queste domande allora scusami, sai veramente cosa significa amare.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Stai parlando della mamma?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No, mia cara parlo di te. L'amore che ti ho appena descritto è quello di un padre o di una madre nei confronti dei figli. Quante giornate e quante nottate trascorse a vegliarti, a stare in guardia contro ogni pericolo che avrebbe potuto minacciarti, a guardarti, aiutarti a crescere, asciugare le tue lacrime, a farti ridere; quanti parchi in inverno e spiagge in estate, chilometri percorsi, parole ripetute, quanto tempo dedicato a te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eppure...a quando risalgono i tuoi primi ricordi d'infanzia?Sai fino a che punto bisogna amare per imparare a vivere soltanto per voi figli, sapendo che dimenticherete tutto dei primi anni, che quelli a venire risentiranno di ciò che non abbiamo fatto bene, che prima o poi verrà il giorno in cui ve ne andrete, fieri della vostra libertà? Mi rimproveri le assenze; sai come si sta male il giorno in cui i figli se ne vanno?Te lo dico io come ci si sente: sei lì come un coglione sulla soglia di casa, li guardi andare via, cerchi di convincerti che bisogna rallegrarsi per questa partenza necessaria, amare la spensieratezza che spinge voi ad andare via e che priva noi della nostra stessa carne. Dopo aver chiuso la porta, bisogna imparare a riorganizzare tutto da capo: ad arredare le stanze vuote, a non aspettare più il rumore dei passi, a dimenticare lo scricchiolio rassicurante delle scale quando tornavate tardi...Però cara Julia nessun padre e nessuna madre ne ricava gloria: amare significa questo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-864184424945521849?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/864184424945521849/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=864184424945521849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/864184424945521849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/864184424945521849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/quello-che-non-ci-siamo-detti-marc-levy.html' title='quello che non ci siamo detti - [Marc Levy]'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sv6uClRAn0I/AAAAAAAACis/a0aQgKxZOak/s72-c/quello-che-non-ci-siamo-detti-2054854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6120184214937869587</id><published>2009-11-08T15:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:42:39.260+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>quando tocca a te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ieri sera sono andata al Teatro San Domenico a Crema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a vedere "CERTE NOTTI: Canzoni e poesie di Luciano Ligabue".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;La compagnia di Aterballetto si è esibita in danze sulle canzoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e sulle poesie di Ligabue. Le coreografie messe a punto sui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19 danzatori, 10 donne e 9 uomini, mettono in risalto la fisicità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dirompente e appassionata del corpo di ballo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mentre la parte video e scenica richiama molti simboli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(quando ligabue legge le sue poesie a video compare sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;la linea dei battiti del cuore del cardiogramma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E' uno spettacolo molto coinvolgente visivamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con il sottofondo delle canzoni poi diventa emozionante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proprio ieri sera ho scoperto una canzone di Ligabue che non conoscevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eccola qua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="299" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppV4dBwE5vs&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppV4dBwE5vs&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="299" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Per ogni giorno caduto dal cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e capitato bene o male a terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;con la tua guerra che non c'è chi perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nè però chi vince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;per ogni passo strisciato, stanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e, nel frattempo, tutto il resto è fretta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e la scelta è o resti fuori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o corri per davvero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;C'è chi corre e chi fa correre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e c'è chi non lo sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Per ogni schiaffo avuto e da avere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e non ti restano più guance da offrire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e quella mano sempre troppo uguale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;che non sai evitare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e in questa festa sei nell'angolino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e non vuoi disturbare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c'è chi sceglie e chi fa scegliere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e c'è chi non lo sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Io so solo che, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando tocca a te...tocca a te"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6120184214937869587?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6120184214937869587/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6120184214937869587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6120184214937869587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6120184214937869587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-tocca-te.html' title='quando tocca a te...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-4633299902353078456</id><published>2009-11-05T00:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T01:29:55.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>nell'immensità...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="299" width="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_5RHK6c3wk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_5RHK6c3wk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="299" width="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Io son sicuro che per ogni goccia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per ogni goccia che cadrà un nuovo fiore nascerà..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-4633299902353078456?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4633299902353078456/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=4633299902353078456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4633299902353078456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4633299902353078456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/nellimmensita.html' title='nell&apos;immensità...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3531470380932774378</id><published>2009-11-02T00:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:21:36.863+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>2 novembre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Su4jQsK8iuI/AAAAAAAACiE/jEFpoPR6Idk/s1600-h/dolore28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Su4jQsK8iuI/AAAAAAAACiE/jEFpoPR6Idk/s400/dolore28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399291772905753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" E' per questo che esistono i cimiteri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Per dare un luogo, un nome, un punto di riferimento al nostro dolore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Per permetterci di inginocchiarci e piangere e pregare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;davanti a una lapide bianca che ci faccia sentire in compagnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;di chi cerchiamo di trattenere. Per darci la possibilità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;di trovare consolazione davanti ad un blocco di marmo freddo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e indistruttibile che conceda di tenere in vita il nostro dolore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in un luogo geograficamente circoscritto e definito...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3531470380932774378?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3531470380932774378/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3531470380932774378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3531470380932774378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3531470380932774378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-per-questo-che-esistono-i-cimiteri.html' title='2 novembre...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Su4jQsK8iuI/AAAAAAAACiE/jEFpoPR6Idk/s72-c/dolore28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8106149861516282335</id><published>2009-10-25T01:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:35:07.888+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>piantare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SuRhhSXTH9I/AAAAAAAAChk/H8ZMDYfm8HY/s1600-h/1682465zz5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SuRhhSXTH9I/AAAAAAAAChk/H8ZMDYfm8HY/s400/1682465zz5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396545477989834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni essere umano, nel corso della propria esistenza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;può adottare due atteggiamenti: costruire o piantare. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I costruttori possono passare anni impegnati nel loro compito,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma presto o tardi concludono quello che stavano facendo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allora si fermano, e restano lì, limitati dalle loro stesse pareti. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando la costruzione è finita, la vita perde di significato. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quelli che piantano soffrono con le tempeste e le stagioni, raramente riposano. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma, al contrario di un edificio, il giardino non cessa mai di crescere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esso richiede l’attenzione del giardiniere, ma, nello stesso tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gli permette di vivere come in una grande avventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-P. Coelho-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8106149861516282335?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8106149861516282335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8106149861516282335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8106149861516282335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8106149861516282335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/ogni-essere-umano-nel-corso-della.html' title='piantare...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SuRhhSXTH9I/AAAAAAAAChk/H8ZMDYfm8HY/s72-c/1682465zz5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2787608683843091050</id><published>2009-10-19T00:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:31:38.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>ti vorrei sollevare</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="269" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCC5nFtpXIs&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qCC5nFtpXIs&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="269" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ti vorrei sollevare&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ti vorrei consolare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e viaggiare su ali di carta con te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sapere inventare&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sentire il vento che soffia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e non nasconderci se ci fa spostare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando persi sotto tante stelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ci chiediamo cosa siamo venuti a fare&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos'è l'amore&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stringiamoci più forte ancora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teniamoci vicino al cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2787608683843091050?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2787608683843091050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2787608683843091050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2787608683843091050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2787608683843091050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/ti-vorrei-sollevare.html' title='ti vorrei sollevare'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2519472792090611228</id><published>2009-10-17T00:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:22:06.354+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>Preikestolen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Stj-vmZkE0I/AAAAAAAAChc/2DIfgiunW0k/s1600-h/7319_1181729074901_1578447333_447699_2427763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Stj-vmZkE0I/AAAAAAAAChc/2DIfgiunW0k/s400/7319_1181729074901_1578447333_447699_2427763_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393340647491244866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Esistono cinque cose nella vita che non si recuperano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;una pietra dopo averla lanciata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;una parola dopo averla detta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;un'opportunità dopo averla persa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;il tempo dopo esser passato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;l'amore per chi non lotta...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[l'ho trovato oggi in fb...Bello il Preikestolen...chissà cosa si prova lì in alto...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2519472792090611228?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2519472792090611228/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2519472792090611228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2519472792090611228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2519472792090611228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/preikestolen.html' title='Preikestolen...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Stj-vmZkE0I/AAAAAAAAChc/2DIfgiunW0k/s72-c/7319_1181729074901_1578447333_447699_2427763_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3925165821655161413</id><published>2009-10-14T01:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:46:45.999+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>...ho imparato a sognare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StUP-t8VWbI/AAAAAAAAChU/YaWcdgRf2HY/s1600-h/3230560335_e7d64cdf64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StUP-t8VWbI/AAAAAAAAChU/YaWcdgRf2HY/s400/3230560335_e7d64cdf64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392233699004996018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...ho imparato a sognare quando inizi a scoprire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;che ogni sogno ti porta più in là.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cavalcando acquiloni, oltre muri e confini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ho imparato a sognare da là.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando tutte le scuse per giocare sono buone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando tutta la vita è una bella canzone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c'era chi era incapace a sognare e chi sognava già..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3925165821655161413?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3925165821655161413/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3925165821655161413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3925165821655161413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3925165821655161413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/ho-imparato-sognare.html' title='...ho imparato a sognare...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StUP-t8VWbI/AAAAAAAAChU/YaWcdgRf2HY/s72-c/3230560335_e7d64cdf64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3464282512988664110</id><published>2009-10-12T00:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:18:12.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...a big hug!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StJmAo9tboI/AAAAAAAAChM/GC2VxPtW50g/s1600-h/lbde8ff3ea87e1fc11bd318kc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StJmAo9tboI/AAAAAAAAChM/GC2VxPtW50g/s400/lbde8ff3ea87e1fc11bd318kc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483865098186370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Ed è bello scoprire che di te,&lt;br /&gt;ti puoi ancora stupire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3464282512988664110?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3464282512988664110/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3464282512988664110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3464282512988664110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3464282512988664110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='...a big hug!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/StJmAo9tboI/AAAAAAAAChM/GC2VxPtW50g/s72-c/lbde8ff3ea87e1fc11bd318kc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8053792945888313015</id><published>2009-10-07T01:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:39:00.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Like a sea never dies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="290" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkFqm0P5H1c&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkFqm0P5H1c&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="290" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Augusto, salutami le stelle della tua città...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Il viaggiare di notte mi induce ad alzare gli occhi al cielo, ad inseguire la luna sull'autostrada mentre si incurva all'orizzonte. A forza di osservare le stelle, ho imparato a conoscere le varie costellazioni: il Sagittario, lo Scorpione, l'Orsa maggiore e Minore, Andromeda, l'Uccello indiano. C'è persino il cavalletto del pittore. La sfera celeste, con quei raggruppamenti magici e misteriosi, si esprime con un proprio linguaggio. E' come se,su un infinito pentagramma, apparissero tante note luminose, con suoni reconditi, inafferrabili... Mi sono proposto di ridare un volto alla luna,di ricostruirle un'identità. Ho voluto farle quella faccia (o quelle facce) che vedevo da bambino. La luna della leggenda o del sogno è stata uccisa dalla scienza, che ha preteso di sapere tutto su di lei, sul come è fatta, com'è composta, di quali ingredienti è formato il suo manto polveroso. Manca poco che le appuntino un'etichetta con l'indicazione di tutte le sostanze che contiene, secondo le vigenti disposizioni, come si vede nelle bottiglie di acqua minerale. Ma la luna è anche sentimento, è mito, è quel filo di malinconia che compare anche nei miei disegni senza che sappia il perché."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Augusto Daolio (18 febbraio 1947 – 7 ottobre 1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8053792945888313015?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8053792945888313015/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8053792945888313015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>Un Amico...Rabbia e Tarantella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Un Amico" è il nome di una canzone della colonna sonora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;del film "Bastardi senza gloria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...insieme a "Rabbia e Tarantella" sono le due musiche di Morricone che &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mi hanno colpito di più...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E' un bel film, Tarantino non si smentisce mai...neppure quando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mi sono dovuta coprire gli occhi per non vedere certe scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;un po' splatter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e la musica ovviamente è uno dei protagonisti principali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;UN AMICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" height="260" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkvXsLGAxqY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkvXsLGAxqY&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="260" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RABBIA E TARANTELL&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMKYAqxiZBM&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMKYAqxiZBM&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="260" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-1821204983518780494?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1821204983518780494/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=1821204983518780494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1821204983518780494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1821204983518780494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/10/rabbia-e-tarantella.html' title='Un Amico...Rabbia e Tarantella...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8240402631887725771</id><published>2009-09-24T01:03:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T01:44:52.705+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>io preferivo la vaniglia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrqwPLdOsvI/AAAAAAAAChE/APuxQwiY5mc/s1600-h/vita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrqwPLdOsvI/AAAAAAAAChE/APuxQwiY5mc/s400/vita1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384810079294763762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ma la vita è veramente come il biscotto gelato vaniglia e cioccolato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Io preferivo la vaniglia, allora iniziavo a mangiarlo dal cioccolato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;così me la tenevo per la fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da vero cattolico mettevo il sacrificio davanti e la goduria dopo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Una volta a metà mi è caduto, proprio quando dovevo mangiare la vaniglia... ploff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Per terra. Una volta solamente...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(F. Volo)&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/8826690551879699379-8240402631887725771?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8240402631887725771/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8240402631887725771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8240402631887725771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8240402631887725771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/io-preferivo-la-vaniglia.html' title='io preferivo la vaniglia...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrqwPLdOsvI/AAAAAAAAChE/APuxQwiY5mc/s72-c/vita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-1834759838280966689</id><published>2009-09-19T00:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:21:28.025+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>La scala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrTLdRL25OI/AAAAAAAACgs/yx4PA0V4tAg/s1600-h/luna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrTLdRL25OI/AAAAAAAACgs/yx4PA0V4tAg/s400/luna1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383151158304367842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="15"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaBqYfrkywo&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaBqYfrkywo&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="18"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-1834759838280966689?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1834759838280966689/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=1834759838280966689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1834759838280966689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/1834759838280966689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-scala.html' title='La scala...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SrTLdRL25OI/AAAAAAAACgs/yx4PA0V4tAg/s72-c/luna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7588485217394353214</id><published>2009-09-13T21:33:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:39:13.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sq1IGsiopzI/AAAAAAAACgM/ksVd1RJtaTY/s1600-h/y1plmtjptswt4mluej7upchnt9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sq1IGsiopzI/AAAAAAAACgM/ksVd1RJtaTY/s400/y1plmtjptswt4mluej7upchnt9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381036409650456370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"La speranza ha due bellissimi figli:&lt;br /&gt;lo sdegno e il coraggio.&lt;br /&gt;Lo sdegno per la realtà delle cose,&lt;br /&gt;il coraggio per cambiarle..."&lt;br /&gt;(P. Neruda)&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/8826690551879699379-7588485217394353214?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7588485217394353214/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7588485217394353214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7588485217394353214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7588485217394353214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/hope.html' title='hope...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sq1IGsiopzI/AAAAAAAACgM/ksVd1RJtaTY/s72-c/y1plmtjptswt4mluej7upchnt9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2985099855158188851</id><published>2009-09-08T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:18:16.761+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favola'/><title type='text'>la bambina e la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SqYEotVQwlI/AAAAAAAACfs/HS7HjcHE5sQ/s1600-h/la_bambina_e_la_luna_e_yoyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SqYEotVQwlI/AAAAAAAACfs/HS7HjcHE5sQ/s400/la_bambina_e_la_luna_e_yoyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378991902350688850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una notte una bambina incontrò la Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Buonanotte Luna! Vorresti giocare con me a yo-yo?" chiese la bambina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Non possiamo giocare insieme! Non abbiamo il filo!" rispose rammaricata la Luna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Peccato! Pensavo che tu vedessi il filo della mia fantasia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E' molto più lungo e più luminoso della scia di una stella cadente!"&lt;br /&gt;(Andrea Salvatici)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2985099855158188851?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2985099855158188851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2985099855158188851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2985099855158188851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2985099855158188851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-bambina-e-la-luna.html' title='la bambina e la luna'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SqYEotVQwlI/AAAAAAAACfs/HS7HjcHE5sQ/s72-c/la_bambina_e_la_luna_e_yoyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8813601576747263901</id><published>2009-07-30T01:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:33:41.264+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>...è solo un uomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SnDbfugHRwI/AAAAAAAACfM/eB1wad8WlWA/s1600-h/311146532_48d0f5432f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SnDbfugHRwI/AAAAAAAACfM/eB1wad8WlWA/s400/311146532_48d0f5432f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364028494303414018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...è solo un uomo quello di cui scrivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;la notte prima di un lungo viaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando non sa se poi partire sia solo partire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o magari scappare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E’ solo un uomo quello che mi commuove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;che può decidere e salvare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amare e abbandonare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E’ solo un uomo ma lo voglio raccontare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perchè la gioia come il dolore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si deve conservare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si deve trasformare...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(N.Fabi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8813601576747263901?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8813601576747263901/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8813601576747263901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8813601576747263901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8813601576747263901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-solo-un-uomo.html' title='...è solo un uomo'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SnDbfugHRwI/AAAAAAAACfM/eB1wad8WlWA/s72-c/311146532_48d0f5432f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3146370263651893464</id><published>2009-07-22T00:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:12:56.298+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>sono cose che capitano il giorno prima...il giorno prima di che?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SmZG7J766mI/AAAAAAAACeI/GZ2hHXFBOS4/s1600-h/cielotk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SmZG7J766mI/AAAAAAAACeI/GZ2hHXFBOS4/s400/cielotk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361050388524624482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...ancora non era arrivato per me il giorno prima della felicità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lo volevo sapere. Non volevo che all'improvviso capitava e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;non me ne accorgevo il giorno prima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;("Il giorno prima della felicità", di E. De Luca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3146370263651893464?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3146370263651893464/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3146370263651893464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3146370263651893464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3146370263651893464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/sono-cose-che-capitano-il-giorno.html' title='sono cose che capitano il giorno prima...il giorno prima di che?'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SmZG7J766mI/AAAAAAAACeI/GZ2hHXFBOS4/s72-c/cielotk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5527179325239121292</id><published>2009-07-11T01:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:54:10.651+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>ti amerò lo stesso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SlfTS5FqP9I/AAAAAAAACa8/4Y4BOZyalKM/s1600-h/158113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 349px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SlfTS5FqP9I/AAAAAAAACa8/4Y4BOZyalKM/s400/158113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356982603296161746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5Z16caM-gE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5Z16caM-gE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonostante il vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nonostante i passi delle notti uguali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;che riporteranno brividi lungo schiene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ed occhi dilatati un poco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;affaticati ancora più di prima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o forse come adesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonostante parli spesso ad alta voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e nessuno crede a ciò che dici, a quel che immagini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nonostante tutto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;io ti ascolterò quando non parli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando non mi guardi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Io ti vedrò lo stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ti aspetterò, ti chiamerò cuore deciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nella mente, nelle pieghe del viso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sarai da curare ancora un poco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aggiustami le spalle che hai piegato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ritirati pure dal fianco se hai tradito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Io ti amerò lo stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonostante voci,le riviste e i baci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i biglietti inutili e gli ingorghi chilometrici,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e l’odore forte di un’estate ancora da finire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sarò come prima o forse come adesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nonostante veda quanta vita facile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;quanto amore docile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;precipita l’immagine della nostra storia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;se ti sembra dura ed invincibile davvero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Io ti amerò lo stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ti aspetterò, ti prenderò come un sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fino a casa quando torni deluso sarai da curare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ancora troppo tempo da passare che hai sprecato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ritirati dalla tua strada che hai guidato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ti guiderò io adesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Io ti amerò lo stesso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5527179325239121292?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5527179325239121292/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5527179325239121292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5527179325239121292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5527179325239121292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/ti-amero-lo-stesso.html' title='ti amerò lo stesso...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SlfTS5FqP9I/AAAAAAAACa8/4Y4BOZyalKM/s72-c/158113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2063062219221593402</id><published>2009-07-03T01:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T02:09:12.132+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>Auguri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sk1JgyPj4bI/AAAAAAAACSg/srt7wAqh5e8/s1600-h/night_falls_by_sotoxic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sk1JgyPj4bI/AAAAAAAACSg/srt7wAqh5e8/s400/night_falls_by_sotoxic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354016359605068210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Guardando ora quello che ho detto, tutti questi anni fa...tutte le speranze e i sogni che avevo...sono arrivato alla conclusione che se le cose si realizzano nel modo in cui volevi farle, è la misura per avere una vita di successo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa più importante è non amareggiarsi per le delusioni della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imparare a lasciarsi il passato alle spalle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Riconosco che non tutti i giorni saranno assolati.&lt;br /&gt;Ma quando ti troverai perduto nell'oscurità e nella disperazione,ricordati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;è solamente nell'oscurità della notte, che possiamo vedere le stelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quindi non aver paura di commettere errori. O di inciampare e cadere.&lt;br /&gt;Perché la maggior parte delle volte i premi migliori, vengono quando si fa quello di cui si ha più paura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forse riuscirai in tutto ciò che desideri. Forse, riuscirai più di quanto avresti mai immaginato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chissà dove ti porterà la vita? La strada è lunga. E alla fine...ogni giornata è la destinazione."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.T.H)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2063062219221593402?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2063062219221593402/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2063062219221593402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2063062219221593402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2063062219221593402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/auguri.html' title='Auguri!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sk1JgyPj4bI/AAAAAAAACSg/srt7wAqh5e8/s72-c/night_falls_by_sotoxic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6792321894538377429</id><published>2009-06-29T01:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:17:40.378+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>come foglie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4852VWNERF8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4852VWNERF8&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...D’estate muoio un po’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspetto che ritorni l’illusione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di un’estate che non so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando arriva e quando parte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riparte..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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foglie'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5475683960702116397</id><published>2009-06-21T01:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:50:04.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlSzRGQvW0s&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VlSzRGQvW0s&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5475683960702116397?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5475683960702116397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5475683960702116397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5475683960702116397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5475683960702116397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2745412702430160332</id><published>2009-06-05T01:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:19:52.567+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>wait, please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sihi-15qrxI/AAAAAAAACEQ/AMwsjAL5yCM/s1600-h/ATTESA+PIEDI.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sihi-15qrxI/AAAAAAAACEQ/AMwsjAL5yCM/s400/ATTESA+PIEDI.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343629789635456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ci sono quelli che leggono il giornale con le gambe accavallate.&lt;br /&gt;E chi cammina avanti e indietro con le mani dietro la schiena.&lt;br /&gt;Quelli che guardano il soffitto persi nei loro pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;Ed altri che entrano ed escono dalla porta ogni cinque minuti. Gente in attesa.&lt;br /&gt;Di un treno, di una risposta, di un futuro. Di un "sì" o un "no" che cambiano la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Stare ad aspettare logora. Al punto che preferiresti una brutta notizia al supplizio di attendere.&lt;br /&gt;Quello stare da solo a combattere con le congetture, le ipotesi, le paranoie.&lt;br /&gt;Ti viene in mente di quella volta che hai fatto o detto una tal cosa e, forse, è proprio per&lt;br /&gt;questo che la risposta non arriva o, se giungerà, sarà sbagliata. Continui a rigirarti come&lt;br /&gt;in un letto scomodo che non ti viene proprio di prendere sonno.&lt;br /&gt;Allontani i pensieri bevendo un caffè o parlando con un amico che ti guarda&lt;br /&gt;come se si trovasse di fronte a uno zombie. E lo sei davvero, con quegli occhi sbarrati&lt;br /&gt;che vagano in universi che solo tu raggiungi. L'attesa è peggio di una scelta.&lt;br /&gt;Perché tu non puoi farci niente. Sei in balìa di qualcosa che non puoi controllare.&lt;br /&gt;L'attesa è meglio di una scelta. Perché non sei tu a decidere. E se non andrà bene,&lt;br /&gt;non dovrai prendertela con te stesso. Ma l'attesa può anche diventare il momento della vita&lt;br /&gt;che non dimenticherai mai. Quando progetti un futuro e ci credi a tal punto che sei sicuro&lt;br /&gt;di toccarlo. Ti vedi proiettato avanti negli anni e nello spazio. E il domani è luminoso.&lt;br /&gt;Hai trovato il lavoro che cercavi, la donna o l'uomo della tua vita ti ha detto di "sì".&lt;br /&gt;Sei seduto alla scrivania, dalla finestra entra uno spicchio di sole tiepido, quel rumore&lt;br /&gt;che senti non può che essere il cinguettio dell'unico pettirosso&lt;br /&gt;che ha deciso di rimanere in città,alla faccia dello smog e di tutto il resto.&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo computer lampeggia già da un po' e sta per cominciare un'altra giornata al tuo tavolo&lt;br /&gt;di lavoro. Oppure sei a casa, è domenica, e ti sei andato a sedere fuori in giardino&lt;br /&gt;a stirarti un po' le gambe. Lei è in cucina, ne percepisci la presenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ti senti sereno come mai nella tua vita. Il tuo bimbo " o è una bimba? " ti tira per i pantaloni.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ti fingi scocciato ma non cambieresti quest'attimo con nessun'altra gioia al mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Forse le attese andrebbero vissute sempre così: aspettandosi il meglio, la cosa più giusta.&lt;br /&gt;E se dovesse andar male ci sarà sempre un'altra attesa, una nuova sala d'aspetto.&lt;br /&gt;Perché le stazioni esisteranno sempre e i treni non la smetteranno mai di passare.&lt;br /&gt;Qualche volta perdere la coincidenza ti può regalare un viaggio imprevisto in un posto&lt;br /&gt;che non sapevi di conoscere. E allora anche il disappunto per aver perso l'ennesimo treno&lt;br /&gt;della vita resterà nel portafoglio della tua memoria come il piccolo contrattempo&lt;br /&gt;che ha fatto di te un'altra persona.&lt;br /&gt;Perché il segreto dell'attesa è di non aspettare mai che qualcosa succeda.&lt;br /&gt;Sei tu l'artefice del tuo futuro, persino quando sono gli altri a decidere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2745412702430160332?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2745412702430160332/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2745412702430160332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2745412702430160332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2745412702430160332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/06/wait-please.html' title='wait, please...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sihi-15qrxI/AAAAAAAACEQ/AMwsjAL5yCM/s72-c/ATTESA+PIEDI.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2749204165313276562</id><published>2009-05-22T01:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:44:15.384+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>I'll fly with you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6iyglKWh1k&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D6iyglKWh1k&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I still believe in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just don't care what you've done in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;baby I'll always be here by your side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't leave me waiting too long..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2749204165313276562?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2749204165313276562/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2749204165313276562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2749204165313276562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2749204165313276562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-fly-with-you.html' title='I&apos;ll fly with you...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6376844232335020960</id><published>2009-05-15T01:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:41:10.392+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>Una partita da vincere, costi quel che costi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Non ci siamo abituati. Ci hanno convinti a volare rasoterra. Non per modestia. Solo per mancanza di stima: la nostra. Quando dicono «the winner is» noi ci guardiamo sempre attorno. E se fanno il nostro nome pensiamo all'ennesimo atroce scherzo. Siamo i figli del "sei politico", quelli che la meritocrazia è una parolaccia e impegnarsi nella vita una pessima abitudine borghese.&lt;br /&gt;Ci hanno detto che siamo tutti uguali ma è solo un modo subdolo per spingere ancora più giù i deboli.&lt;br /&gt;Ci hanno inculcato nella testa che la competizione è diseducativa per riuscire a costruire una generazione di rammolliti. Abbiamo gli stessi vestiti, gli stessi gusti, lo stesso vuoto. Siamo presi da mille cose ma non abbiamo un obiettivo vero.&lt;br /&gt;Ci teniamo in testa un'agenda piena di idee per non pensare a nulla.&lt;br /&gt;Ci vergogniamo ad essere i primi della classe e quando ci interrogano sbagliamo apposta le risposte.&lt;br /&gt;Ci hanno tolto la paura di diventare come Franti o Lucignolo, i cattivi esempi della nostra infanzia. Ma, almeno loro avevano un'anima.&lt;br /&gt;Non ci ricordiamo più cosa si prova ad arrivare grazie al nostro sacrificio. Viviamo alla giornata, ci accontentiamo di soddisfazioni fugaci, aspettiamo che arrivi sera. Ci scambiamo il nulla con chi non ha niente da dirci e da darci. E poi il perdente è sempre più simpatico di chi vince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma voi non credeteci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tappate le orecchie e spingete sui pedali. Andate controvento o solamente controcorrente.&lt;br /&gt;Non conta arrivare primi, è importante giungere al traguardo. Diffidate di quelli che dicono che non c'è partita.&lt;br /&gt;Che siamo tutti amici e il risultato non interessa. Storie. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu sei già in campo, che lo voglia o no, e ti tocca correre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche solo per te stesso. Sai che puoi inciampare o cadere rovinosamente. E sentire l'acre odore dalle tue labbra che sanguinano. Qualcuno proverà a colpirti sulle caviglie, qualcun altro ci riuscirà.&lt;br /&gt;Distingui tra avversari e nemici. I primi sono quelli che cercheranno solo di batterti, gli altri ti stringeranno la mano, ti sorrideranno e inviteranno a prendere un drink. Qualcuno ti convincerà che l'umana rassegnazione è una virtù così non ti sentirai in colpa se ti siederai in panchina a guardare gli altri giocare. Nella partita della Vita c'è un limite a tutto, anche ai tuoi, ma non devono essere gli altri e neanche tu a decidere quali sono. Un conto è la modestia, un altro la tenacia.&lt;br /&gt;Si può fare gol al novantesimo e persino nei minuti di recupero. Rimontare da situazioni impossibili e risalire la china anche dalle profondità della terra. Non piangerti addosso e se qualcuno ti metterà una mano sulla spalla per consolarti sappi che non è un amico. Perché quelli veri gioiscono per i tuoi successi come se fossero i loro e non sanno cosa dirti se le cose finiscono male. E se invece va bene, gli brillano gli occhi e lo dicono a tutti che tu sei arrivato primo. Già, perché nella partita della Vita sei da solo quando ti tocca tirare il rigore decisivo, però se incroci gli occhi di chi ti vuole bene stai sicuro che quel tiro gonfierà la rete come mai nessun pallone ha fatto prima."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6376844232335020960?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6376844232335020960/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6376844232335020960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6376844232335020960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6376844232335020960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-partita-da-vincere-costi-quel-che.html' title='Una partita da vincere, costi quel che costi'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2376245275388405512</id><published>2009-05-06T12:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:13:29.193+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>dove sarò...domani...dove sarò...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4vmVuTcS-E&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4vmVuTcS-E&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma domani domani, domani lo so,&lt;br /&gt;lo so, che si passa il confine...&lt;br /&gt;E di nuovo la vita sembra fatta per te&lt;br /&gt;e comincia domani...&lt;br /&gt;Tra le nuvole e il mare, si può fare e rifare&lt;br /&gt;Con un pò di fortuna si può dimenticare &lt;br /&gt;E di nuovo la vita, sembra fatta per te &lt;br /&gt;E comincia domani...&lt;br /&gt;e domani è già qui,&lt;br /&gt;e domani è già qui."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2376245275388405512?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2376245275388405512/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2376245275388405512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2376245275388405512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2376245275388405512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/05/domani.html' title='dove sarò...domani...dove sarò...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-231987061183967328</id><published>2009-05-06T01:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:26:09.175+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>un film che mi è piaciuto tanto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eccoti qui decidi che la fase dell'eterna adolescenza è finita e che è ora di crescere e crescerai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E allora tutto cambia e questa volta cambierà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Avrai una casa più grande,la piscina,il garage col posto auto,il prato sempre curato,il portico fiorito e le porte smaltate,il cane che chiamerai Marx e la barca che chiamerai Giulia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Avrai la salute assicurata,la vita assicurata,il frigorifero sempre pieno per non sentirti povero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;un tappeto etnico per continuare a sentirti giovane e finestre da cui entra sempre il sole...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e allora avrai la tua famiglia felice, i tuoi bambini in salute e lei...avrai lei che ti ricorda tutte le cose belle che avete avuto...non è questo che avevi sempre sognato?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(tratto da "L'ultimo bacio")&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/8826690551879699379-231987061183967328?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/231987061183967328/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=231987061183967328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/231987061183967328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/231987061183967328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-film-che-mi-e-piaciuto-tanto.html' title='un film che mi è piaciuto tanto...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6232457238586751341</id><published>2009-04-26T16:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:40:40.358+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ieri sera mi sono vista il film &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Once" di John Carney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CoSL_qayMCc&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da brava romanticona quale sono l'ho scelto per la trama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Un musicista irlandese, che durante il giorno lavora nel negozio del padre e durante la notte suona per strada sognando di poter sfondare un giorno nel campo musicale, incontra una ragazza immigrata dalla Repubblica Ceca, che si arrangia come può, accettando qualsiasi lavoro per dare da mangiare alla madre ed alla figlia. I due sono accomunati dalla musica, lei infatti é una pianista, e decidono allora di suonare insieme riuscendo a realizzare un cd-demo promozionale, nel frattempo però, tra i due nasce anche un reciproco sentimento..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi aspettavo il tipico film sentimentale ed invece, è stato molto particolare: le immagini, nitide e traballanti, somigliano a quelle di un documentario e la musica è diretta, reale e accompagna alcune scene capaci di commuovere con una semplicità imbarazzante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scorre come una musica dolce la storia tra Lei e Lui, cominciata per caso tra le corde di una chitarra e trascinata dal tubo di un aspirapolvere rotto, tra frasi non dette e carezze negate, tra sguardi appassionati, dolci abbracci e lunghe passeggiate in moto verso il mare. Un amore mai consumato, confessato, ma che come un fiume scorre fino a valle per poi perdersi nell'abisso delle occasioni perdute. E' bello avere dei sogni ma talvolta per realizzarli bisogna fare delle scelte dolorose&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Più di tutto però, mi ha stregato la colonna sonora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;...i piccoli miracoli della musica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oggi mentre mi cercavo le canzoni in internet ho scoperto che è tra i dischi più venduti del 2007 e che è stata premiata con l'Oscar 2008 per la Miglior Canzone Originale. Il regista del film è l'ex-bassista del gruppo irlandese "The Frames" e il protagonista maschile è l'ex-leader dello stesso gruppo...in pratica hanno messo in scena le loro canzoni...&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/8826690551879699379-6232457238586751341?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6232457238586751341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6232457238586751341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6232457238586751341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6232457238586751341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/04/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-9189328883730574323</id><published>2009-03-29T01:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:53:48.889+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Voglio Volere</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sc94MDnSxEI/AAAAAAAAB5I/eD59tBz4Vn8/s1600-h/Goodnight_and_Go____by_green_dodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sc94MDnSxEI/AAAAAAAAB5I/eD59tBz4Vn8/s400/Goodnight_and_Go____by_green_dodo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318601833471722562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" class="testo"  &gt;"...io voglio un mondo all'altezza dei sogni che ho&lt;br /&gt;voglio deciderlo io se mi basta o se no&lt;br /&gt;voglio godermela tutta fin quando si può&lt;br /&gt;voglio un mondo comico&lt;br /&gt;che se ne frega se sembra ridicolo,&lt;br /&gt;un mondo facile&lt;br /&gt;che paga lui e vuole fare lo splendido.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio non dire mai " è tardi"&lt;br /&gt;oppure "peccato"&lt;br /&gt;voglio che ogni attimo&lt;br /&gt;sia sempre meglio di quello passato.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio volere tutto cosi&lt;br /&gt;voglio riuscire a non crescere&lt;br /&gt;voglio portarti in un posto che&lt;br /&gt;tu proprio non puoi conoscere&lt;br /&gt;voglio tenere qualcosa per me&lt;br /&gt;per me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Voglio volere" - Ligabue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-9189328883730574323?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/9189328883730574323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=9189328883730574323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9189328883730574323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9189328883730574323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/voglio-volere.html' title='Voglio Volere'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sc94MDnSxEI/AAAAAAAAB5I/eD59tBz4Vn8/s72-c/Goodnight_and_Go____by_green_dodo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-9169529944918408893</id><published>2009-03-08T01:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T03:29:16.479+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>mi sono resa conto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SbMrGHryF1I/AAAAAAAAB4o/e3xjRJ9J384/s1600-h/centrofamiglie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SbMrGHryF1I/AAAAAAAAB4o/e3xjRJ9J384/s400/centrofamiglie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310635769741842258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nemmeno il suo matrimonio mi aveva portato a vederla &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come una che è diventata "grande": lei era ancora lei...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa sera quando mi ha detto che era arrivato il momento,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando mi ha abbracciato emozionata,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando l'ho vista "imbragata" seduta sulla sedia dell'ospedale,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando ho visto la mano che le tremava dalla paura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando respirava forte per resistere al dolore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando dal corridoio sentivo il battito veloce del cuore del bambino che ha nella pancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando mi ha salutato ed è entrata con suo marito in sala travaglio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...mi sono resa conto che non solo è diventata grande,&lt;br /&gt;ma che sta per diventare "una mamma per davvero"!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mamma con il sorriso più bello che ci sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-9169529944918408893?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/9169529944918408893/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=9169529944918408893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9169529944918408893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9169529944918408893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-sono-resa-conto.html' title='mi sono resa conto...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SbMrGHryF1I/AAAAAAAAB4o/e3xjRJ9J384/s72-c/centrofamiglie4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3696810876943083622</id><published>2009-03-04T22:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:20:10.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>Ho ancora la forza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="370" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDoChH5IF_E&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDoChH5IF_E&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="370" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Ho ancora la forza di starvi a raccontare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;le mie storie di sempre, di come posso amare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;di tutti quegli sbagli che per un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; motivo o l’altro so rifare…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E ho ancora la forza di chiedere anche scusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o di incazzarmi ancora con la coscienza offesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;di dirvi che comunque la mia parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve la posso garantire…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ho ancora la forza - Ligabue )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3696810876943083622?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3696810876943083622/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3696810876943083622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3696810876943083622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3696810876943083622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/ho-ancora-la-forza.html' title='Ho ancora la forza...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-200321752808692866</id><published>2009-03-04T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:16:02.166+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>L'ultima lezione, di Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi è capitato per caso fra le mani così ne ho approfittato per leggerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono segnata alcune frasi che mi piacerà rileggere di tanto in tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"L’esperienza è ciò che ottieni quando non sei riuscito a ottenere ciò che volevi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ricordate, però: ogni ostacolo, ogni muro di mattoni, è lì per un motivo preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Non è lì per escluderci da qualcosa, ma per offrirci la possibilità di dimostrare in che misura ci teniamo.&lt;br /&gt;I muri di mattoni sono lì per fermare le persone che non hanno abbastanza voglia di superarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Sono lì per fermare gli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Un’altra cosa che ho imparato da Jon Snoddy è questa: impara ad aspettare tutto il tempo che serve e la gente ti sorprenderà davvero. Mi ha spiegato che quando si è davvero stufi marci di qualcuno o si è arrabbiati con lui, significa solo che non si è concesso loro abbastanza tempo. Dategli più tempo e vedrete che quasi sempre vi stupiranno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando per dieci anni fai qualcosa che consideri così prezioso e inestimabile, è davvero difficilissimo passare il testimone. L’unico consiglio che vi posso dare al riguardo è questo: per passare il testimone trovate qualcuno che sia migliore di voi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi ha messo un braccio sulle spalle e siamo andati a farci un giretto. Mi ha detto, testualmente: «Randy, è un tale peccato che la gente ti consideri così arrogante! Questo potrà porre dei limiti a ciò che sarai in grado di combinare nella vita». Che cavolo di modo di dirti: «Sei un autentico stronzo». Non è vero, forse? Non mi ha detto: «Sei uno stronzo». Mi ha detto: «La gente ti considera così e questo potrebbe porre dei limiti a quello che sarai capace di combinare».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lavorate sodo. Io sono passato di ruolo un anno prima rispetto a quanto vi ha riferito Steve. I membri più giovani della facoltà mi dicevano: «Accidenti! Sei passato di ruolo presto. Qual è il tuo segreto?» E io rispondevo sempre: «È molto semplice. Chiamatemi nel mio ufficio, un venerdì sera qualsiasi, verso le 22, e ve lo spiego».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trovate in ogni persona ciò che c’è in lei di meglio. Una delle cose che Jon Snoddy - come vi ho raccontato - mi aveva detto è la seguente: “Potresti dover aspettare a lungo, anche anni, ma alla fine la gente ti mostrerà sempre il suo lato migliore». Aspettate, non importa quanto ci vorrà. Nessuno è malvagio. Tutti hanno un lato buono, basta saper aspettare e prima o poi salterà fuori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siate pronti. La fortuna è quel momento in cui la preparazione incontra l’opportunità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Concludendo, oggi vi ho parlato dei miei sogni d’infanzia, di come far sì che i sogni degli altri si realizzino, e di alcune delle lezioni imparate nel corso della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma avete scoperto qual è la vera finta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Non è come realizzare i propri sogni, ma come vivere. Se vivrete nel modo giusto, il karma si prenderà cura di sé.&lt;br /&gt;I sogni verranno da voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E avete capito anche la seconda finta? Questo mio discorso non era per voi, ma per i miei figli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grazie a tutti, buonanotte.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(da "L'ultima Lezione, la vita spiegata da un uomo che muore" di Randy Pausch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-200321752808692866?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/200321752808692866/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=200321752808692866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/200321752808692866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/200321752808692866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/lultima-lezione-di-randy-pausch.html' title='L&apos;ultima lezione, di Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2743129910332735218</id><published>2009-03-03T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:27:42.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>It's the end-to-end principle, my dear!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sax2jZ172UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/CtVIpQaqghA/s1600-h/skype%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sax2jZ172UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/CtVIpQaqghA/s400/skype%5B8%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748411367577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una questione che è divampata nelle ultime settimane (ma in realtà è storia vecchia di anni) è la questione dell'intercettabilità delle telefonate via Skype, o in generale via VOIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembra sia un problema il fatto che una telefonata fatta via Skype sia di difficile intercettazione rispetto ad una telefonata ordinaria. Personalmente nutro qualche dubbio e penso che in realtà sia solo piú difficile, se non impossibile, fare su Skype intercettazioni "a tappeto", la versione "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pesca_a_strascico"&gt;pesca a strascico&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" dell'intercettazione insomma: intercetto tutto, e poi faccio data mining per cercare quello che mi serve. Personalmente penso "per fortuna". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre personalmente, se fossi un criminale non mi fiderei tanto di utilizzare Skype, perché sono sicuro che una intercettazione mirata, sulla base di un quadro investigativo coerente che ha portato all'individuazione di un user id da intercettare o anche solo tracciare, sia possibile con la collaborazione di Skype-la-società. Una &lt;a href="http://epic.org/crypto/scarfo.html"&gt;cimice nella tastiera&lt;/a&gt; fa il resto (o altre cose: ma non sto a fare un corso di intercettazioni adesso). In particolare, &lt;a href="http://skypejournal.com/blog/archives/2005/07/dont_expect_sky.php"&gt;questo&lt;/a&gt;  e &lt;a href="http://ieeexplore.ieee.org/stamp/stamp.jsp?arnumber=01705881"&gt;questo&lt;/a&gt; (pdf, &lt;em&gt;hard science inside&lt;/em&gt;) non mi farebbero dormire tranquillo se fossi un criminale, in particolare quando leggo nel secondo che "strong end-to-end encryption and existing low-latency anonymizing network does not necessarily provide the level of anonymity to VoIP calls that people would intuitively expect". Fossi un Provenzano continuerei con i pizzini. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma non è questo il punto ora, anche se tutto quello che ho scritto nel paragrafo precedente è estremamente importante. La cosa importante è che qualunque legislazione possa essere introdotta per regolamentare Skype, o anche il VOIP in generale, nessuno, proprio &lt;em&gt;nessuno&lt;/em&gt;, può impedire a chiunquie di scrivere un nuovo software, basato su un nuovo protocollo (chiamiamolo Epyks), che faccia le medesime cose che fa Skype, anzi meglio perché essendo scritto da cybercriminali per l'uso da parte di altri criminali, è per cosí dire "ottimizzato" per quel tipo di utilizzo lí. &lt;em&gt;It's the end-to-end principle, my dear&lt;/em&gt;. E utilizzando Epyks non ci sarebbe nemmeno il rischio che la società che ha sviluppato il software possa collaborare con le istituzioni.&lt;br /&gt;Sento già l'obiezione: ma i criminali non sono capaci di fare tutto ciò, sono persone rozze ed intellettualmente incapaci di sviluppare software a questo livello, altrimenti sarebbero dediti ad attività lecite.&lt;br /&gt;Sbagliato. Sbagliatissimo. Dire cosí significa non aver capito nulla dell'evoluzione del crimine nella società odierna, della sua differenziazione, dell'apparizione della "divisione del lavoro" all'interno dell'economia criminale e della terziarizzazione delle sue attività di supporto. E certo che lo sviluppatore di Epyks non va in giro con la P38 a sparare alle persone: il gruppo di fuoco ovviamente è fatto da animali (che sanno sparare però). Lo sviluppatore di Epyks viene dall'underground informatico, è molto intelligente, probabilmente ha anche un lavoro normale, e a tempo perso invece che scrivere shareware scrive crimeware: rende molto di piú. Pensate a chi ha scritto Storm o Conficker, tanto per avere un'idea: costoro sarebbero capacissimi di sviluppare Epyks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ne segue che tutto l'allarme circa l'utilizzo di Skype da parte della criminalità è pura chiacchiera, che potrebbe avere anche secondi fini ed essere controproducente dal punto di vista della gestione dell'ordine pubblico. Chi ha a cuore l'ordine pubblico dovrebbe tenere un profilo estremamente basso sulla questione, evitare di parlarne sui giornali, lasciare che i criminali usino Skype (e non Epyks) tranquillamente senza metterli in allarme, e nel frattempo con discrezione intavolare accordi con Skype-la-società per quanto riguarda la possibilità di tracciare singoli utenti in caso di richiesta di un giudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(tratto da "Perché la maggior parte delle persone non capisce un'acca di cos'e' internet" di&lt;em&gt; Alberto Berretti)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2743129910332735218?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2743129910332735218/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2743129910332735218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2743129910332735218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2743129910332735218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-end-to-end-principle-my-dear.html' title='It&apos;s the end-to-end principle, my dear!'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/Sax2jZ172UI/AAAAAAAAB4g/CtVIpQaqghA/s72-c/skype%5B8%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5887730130528538916</id><published>2009-03-02T01:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:40:14.785+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>che tu sia per me il coltello...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SasqXIGLVdI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/UdS48Hs4Y8o/s1600-h/105436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SasqXIGLVdI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/UdS48Hs4Y8o/s400/105436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308383162585011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ho letto una volta che gli antichi saggi credevano che nel corpo ci fosse un ossicino minuscolo, indistruttibile, posto all'estremità della spina dorsale. Si chiama luz in ebraico, e non si decompone dopo la morte nè brucia nel fuoco. Da lì, da quell'ossicino, l'uomo verrà ricreato al momento della resurrezione dei morti. Così per un certo periodo ho fatto un piccolo gioco: cercavo di indovinare quale fosse il luz delle persone che conoscevo. Voglio dire, quale fosse l'ultima cosa che sarebbe rimasta di loro, impossibile da distruggere e dalla quale sarebbero stati ricreati. Ovviamente ho cercato anche il mio, ma nessuna parte soddisfaceva tutte le condizioni. Allora ho smesso di cercarlo. L'ho dichiarato disperso finchè l'ho visto nel cortile della scuola. Subito l'idea si è risvegliata in me e con lei è sorto il pensiero, folle e dolce, che forse il mio luz non si trova dentro di me, bensì in un'altra persona."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Grossman "Che tu sia per me il coltello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5887730130528538916?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5887730130528538916/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5887730130528538916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5887730130528538916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5887730130528538916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/03/che-tu-sia-per-me-il-coltello.html' title='che tu sia per me il coltello...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SasqXIGLVdI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/UdS48Hs4Y8o/s72-c/105436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-909741069392828217</id><published>2009-02-28T02:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:41:25.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>same mistake...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaiWB_zx46I/AAAAAAAAB04/i2tJ7oMxL4M/s1600-h/a_walk_to____by_something_about_us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaiWB_zx46I/AAAAAAAAB04/i2tJ7oMxL4M/s400/a_walk_to____by_something_about_us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307657121908777890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="15"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgMOsEk0M9A&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xgMOsEk0M9A&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="15"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-909741069392828217?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/909741069392828217/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=909741069392828217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/909741069392828217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/909741069392828217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/same-mistake.html' title='same mistake...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaiWB_zx46I/AAAAAAAAB04/i2tJ7oMxL4M/s72-c/a_walk_to____by_something_about_us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-4147660833909376864</id><published>2009-02-26T00:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:16:27.950+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaXQ323AT2I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-t_CUvrUhJo/s1600-h/il-vecchio-e-il-mare-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaXQ323AT2I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-t_CUvrUhJo/s400/il-vecchio-e-il-mare-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306877393963601762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-4147660833909376864?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4147660833909376864/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=4147660833909376864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4147660833909376864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/4147660833909376864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SaXQ323AT2I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/-t_CUvrUhJo/s72-c/il-vecchio-e-il-mare-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2837193733735435958</id><published>2009-02-19T00:47:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:33:50.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>Tutto l'amore di chi se ne va...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Forse hai ragione tu a dire che la nostra è una generazione impreparata al dolore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma la morte è questo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;è la vita, sono i ricordi, è la nostra infanzia, è la nostra storia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E' amore. Tutto l'amore che chi se ne va ci ha dato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Per quello piangiamo e soffriamo così tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quando ci muoiono i genitori: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sappiamo bene che nessuno ci amerà mai più così.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ci piangiamo addosso, meschini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se muoiono di malattia è un'agonia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se muoiono improvvisamente, una sciabolata nel cuore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ti manca un pezzo e non ci puoi credere che potrai vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;senza il loro sguardo che ogni giorno ti manca di più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Capisci che l'unica cosa che conta nella vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;è l'amore che puoi dare a chi te lo chiede,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;che siano i figli, i nonni o la prima persona che incontri per strada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ti illudi che passerai il resto della vita ad amare gli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forse lo farai. Forse no."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZyii2tZd8I/AAAAAAAABzw/NW2w5mltPLA/s1600-h/Cover_GRA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZyii2tZd8I/AAAAAAAABzw/NW2w5mltPLA/s400/Cover_GRA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293180820780994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E' una citazione del libro&lt;br /&gt;"Non vi lascerò orfani" di Daria Bignardi.&lt;/p&gt;Non l'ho ancora letto,&lt;br /&gt;e non so se lo leggerò mai,&lt;br /&gt;ma su Vanity ho trovato questa citazione e,&lt;br /&gt;nonostante sia particolarmente triste,&lt;br /&gt;mi ha preso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2837193733735435958?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2837193733735435958/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2837193733735435958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2837193733735435958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2837193733735435958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/tutto-lamore-di-chi-se-ne-va.html' title='Tutto l&apos;amore di chi se ne va...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZyii2tZd8I/AAAAAAAABzw/NW2w5mltPLA/s72-c/Cover_GRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3968516450837418070</id><published>2009-02-16T00:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:28:36.725+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>...ancora nomadi</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZit_2kR07I/AAAAAAAABzA/aARL2MxqKVs/s1600-h/nomadi+15-02-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZit_2kR07I/AAAAAAAABzA/aARL2MxqKVs/s400/nomadi+15-02-09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303179873719800754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;I Nomadi sono i concerti che ho vissuto, sono le canzoni che mi piacciono, i suoni e le melodie che mi fanno sentire bene...&lt;br /&gt;Oggi non ero a Novellara, ma qui a casa che seguivo in streaming il concerto: è stato bello anche se diverso, perchè ero sola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La nebbia grigia, ha riempito le strade,&lt;br /&gt;lampioni persi sulla riva del fiume,&lt;br /&gt;l'estate gialla, c'è rimasta negli occhi,&lt;br /&gt;la pioggia bianca, copre le strade d'argento.&lt;br /&gt;Ma io e te amica mia, con le mani nelle tasche,&lt;br /&gt;camminiamo sulla strada e l'estate ancora dentro,&lt;br /&gt;con un sogno di maree e di corpi caldi al sole,&lt;br /&gt;e di voci nella notte, notte chiara.&lt;br /&gt;Tu che conosci il mare, portami via con te,&lt;br /&gt;dove la notte è chiara e il cielo è più vicino,&lt;br /&gt;tu che conosci il mare e le stelle come guida,&lt;br /&gt;prendi quel timone e insegnami la via..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(la mia preferita...che non hanno cantato :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3968516450837418070?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3968516450837418070/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=3968516450837418070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3968516450837418070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/3968516450837418070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/ancora-nomadi.html' title='...ancora nomadi'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZit_2kR07I/AAAAAAAABzA/aARL2MxqKVs/s72-c/nomadi+15-02-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2964272383612116196</id><published>2009-02-15T02:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:13:38.306+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>un pensiero per San Valentino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZdrejVMPGI/AAAAAAAABy4/fOX7UYk1jos/s1600-h/1681376157_b2580b4394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZdrejVMPGI/AAAAAAAABy4/fOX7UYk1jos/s400/1681376157_b2580b4394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302825258876419170" /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2964272383612116196?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2964272383612116196/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2964272383612116196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2964272383612116196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2964272383612116196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-pensiero-per-san-valentino.html' title='un pensiero per San Valentino...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZdrejVMPGI/AAAAAAAABy4/fOX7UYk1jos/s72-c/1681376157_b2580b4394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2280200230223952309</id><published>2009-02-12T01:16:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:22:16.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto'/><title type='text'>io non ho votato per questa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZNqaTeoo1I/AAAAAAAAByw/4Ub5kj7aEvs/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZNqaTeoo1I/AAAAAAAAByw/4Ub5kj7aEvs/s400/image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301698186483114834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Scegli il bacio-icona che celebra l'amore"&lt;br /&gt;Le immagini - Vota (da il Corriere della Sera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Io non ho votato per questa immagine ma ho scelto Francesco Hayez: “Il bacio” (1859).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ero indecisa...Antonio Canova “Amore e Psiche” (1793) è una delle sculture che preferisco, ma alla fine mi è venuto da votare per Hayez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Però questa immagine che ho pubblicato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; - Robert Doisneau: “Gli amanti dell’Hotel de Ville” (1950) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; mi piace un sacco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2280200230223952309?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2280200230223952309/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2280200230223952309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2280200230223952309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2280200230223952309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/io-non-ho-votato-per-questa.html' title='io non ho votato per questa...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SZNqaTeoo1I/AAAAAAAAByw/4Ub5kj7aEvs/s72-c/image4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-8530720103402833012</id><published>2009-02-08T19:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:46:17.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>memorie di una geisha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SY8kYaUGKAI/AAAAAAAAByY/vxgK9wH3KHs/s1600-h/Memoriegeishag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SY8kYaUGKAI/AAAAAAAAByY/vxgK9wH3KHs/s400/Memoriegeishag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300495288237434882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SY8mbiFskNI/AAAAAAAAByg/m3yJR3JsoPw/s1600-h/Memorie+di+una+geisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SY8mbiFskNI/AAAAAAAAByg/m3yJR3JsoPw/s400/Memorie+di+una+geisha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300497540887384274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copertina del Libro e manifesto del &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venerdì sera in libreria l'ho visto tra le offerte e me lo sono comprato!&lt;br /&gt;Per ora mi leggo il libro e poi mi godo il film...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una citazione:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;« Una storia come la mia non andrebbe mai raccontata, perché il mio mondo è tanto proibito quanto fragile, senza i suoi misteri non può soppravvivere. Di certo non ero nata per una vita da geisha, come molte cose nella mia strana vita, ci fui trasportata dalla corrente. La prima volta che seppi che mia madre stava male, fu quando mio padre ributtò in mare i pesci, quella sera sofrimmo la fame, "per capire il vuoto", Lui ci disse. Mia madre diceva sempre che mia sorella Satsu era come il legno, radicata al terreno come un albero sakura. Ma a me diceva che ero come l'acqua, l'acqua si scava la strada attravverso la pietra, e quando è intrappolata, l'acqua si crea un nuovo varco. »&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-8530720103402833012?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8530720103402833012/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=8530720103402833012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8530720103402833012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/8530720103402833012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/memorie-di-una-geisha.html' title='memorie di una geisha'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SY8kYaUGKAI/AAAAAAAAByY/vxgK9wH3KHs/s72-c/Memoriegeishag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6728115209165956379</id><published>2009-02-01T17:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:12:33.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>...la porta dei sogni</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SYXJEx_9ezI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Geg4neEIwOg/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SYXJEx_9ezI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Geg4neEIwOg/s400/stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297861620649524018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vvOmaCwfbM&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vvOmaCwfbM&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="277" height="18"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;"...e mi attacco alle stelle che altrimenti si cade &lt;br /&gt;e mi attacco alla luce di questa notte&lt;br /&gt;e salto, salto ma rimango giù&lt;br /&gt;La porta dei sogni,&lt;br /&gt;la porta dei sogni chiudila tu..."&lt;br /&gt;(La porta dei sogni - Ligabue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6728115209165956379?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6728115209165956379/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6728115209165956379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6728115209165956379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6728115209165956379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-porta-dei-sogni.html' title='...la porta dei sogni'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SYXJEx_9ezI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Geg4neEIwOg/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-2566216990765336073</id><published>2009-01-21T17:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:00:14.959+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...cose buone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXdTskgog9I/AAAAAAAABt0/LVSxsLjEI8o/s1600-h/donnacarcopia3ly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXdTskgog9I/AAAAAAAABt0/LVSxsLjEI8o/s400/donnacarcopia3ly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293791912177206226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ieri sono uscita prima del solito dal lavoro...non vedevo l'ora di andarmene a casa  sotto le coperte e farmi una bella dormita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Succede che dopo qualche passo dall'uscita incontro una signora sui 60 70 anni che mi chiede aiuto perchè non le va più l'auto: "Non è che per caso c'è ancora qualche uomo nell'ufficio dove lavora lei, che mi possa aiutare?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Addio letto caldo" ho pensato tra me e me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chiedeva i cavi per far ripartire la batteria, perchè "un ragazzotto" le aveva dato questo suggerimento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Io non ne avevo e quindi le ho detto di seguirmi che avrei chiesto al mio capo che era ancora là alla scrivania.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentre saliamo le scale vedo che si guarda attorno in modo assorto e mettendosi una mano al petto mi fa: "sa io ho lavorato per tanto tempo qui molti anni fa...quando era ancora uno stabilimento. Anche se ora è stato messo a nuovo ed è bellissimo, mi fa un certo effetto rivedere questi muri e questi spazi nei quali ho passato gran parte della mia vita."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi ha fatto tenerezza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Il mio capo non aveva cavi quindi siamo ridiscese e poichè mi aveva detto che l'auto era nel parcheggio, le ho offerto un passaggio per andare a casa...il giorno dopo sarebbe tornata a riprenderla...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Niente da fare..."Me l'hanno già detto in tanti di cambiarla che è vecchia, ma cosa vuole, io ci sono affezionata e non mi piace l'idea di lasciarla in questo parcheggio dove di sera si appartano i gruppi e poi magari mi fanno dispetti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se riuscivo a trovare a qualcuno per provare a spingerla,magari riparte..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Proviamoci" le ho detto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dopo varie manovre e "corse" senza risultato, la signora ha fermato una macchina che passava...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era un ragazzo che, non avendo i cavi, ha provato anche lui a spingerla...niente da fare!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abbiamo riparcheggiato l'auto e, convinta che ormai si fosse arresa, le offerto di nuovo un passaggio.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No grazie, provo ad andare a vedere in quella palestra laggiù se c'è qualcuno con i cavi..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ormai era passata mezz'ora...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salgo sulla mia 500, mi sto per allacciare la cintura ed ecco che la rivedo spuntare E che mi bussa al finestrino...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mi scusi, non l'ho ringraziata per la sua gentilezza, se MI capita di vederla in giro le offro un caffè...grazie ancora di tutto...vedrà che per questo gesto le capiteranno cose buone..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi sono a casa con la febbre... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-2566216990765336073?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2566216990765336073/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=2566216990765336073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2566216990765336073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/2566216990765336073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/01/cose-buone.html' title='...cose buone'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXdTskgog9I/AAAAAAAABt0/LVSxsLjEI8o/s72-c/donnacarcopia3ly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-9180929928873467924</id><published>2009-01-19T01:04:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:59:29.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Libro'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXPDxeI0z1I/AAAAAAAABts/jFHDqA52R7c/s1600-h/Feet_by_gnusi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXPDxeI0z1I/AAAAAAAABts/jFHDqA52R7c/s400/Feet_by_gnusi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292789241761550162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;"Tu fai vedere al tuo sogno che veramente ci tieni a incontrarlo,&lt;br /&gt;senza pretendere che lui faccia tutta la strada da solo&lt;br /&gt;per arrivare fino a te, poi le cose accadono.&lt;br /&gt;I sogni hanno bisogno di sapere che siamo coraggiosi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Un posto nel mondo.Fabio Volo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-9180929928873467924?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/9180929928873467924/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=9180929928873467924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9180929928873467924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/9180929928873467924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/01/tu-fai-vedere-al-tuo-sogno-che.html' title='...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SXPDxeI0z1I/AAAAAAAABts/jFHDqA52R7c/s72-c/Feet_by_gnusi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6021887431630351655</id><published>2009-01-16T02:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:09:42.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>la signora dell'ultima volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SW_dyGN8ijI/AAAAAAAABtk/bt6-OYGp258/s1600-h/286738964_79ab777d10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SW_dyGN8ijI/AAAAAAAABtk/bt6-OYGp258/s400/286738964_79ab777d10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291691939915926066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"L'ultima volta che la vide non sapeva che era l'ultima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;volta che la vedeva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perchè?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perchè queste cose non si sanno mai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Allora non fu gentile quell'ultima volta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sì, ma non a sufficienza per l'eternità...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Vivan Lamarque)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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volta'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SW_dyGN8ijI/AAAAAAAABtk/bt6-OYGp258/s72-c/286738964_79ab777d10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-3983281131355714112</id><published>2009-01-10T00:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:38:46.285+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canzone'/><title type='text'>This is the life</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6MRYLWJb1o&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6MRYLWJb1o&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...And you’re singing the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this is the life..."&lt;br /&gt;(Amy Macdonald, scozzese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-3983281131355714112?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-850916603654699059</id><published>2009-01-06T21:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:21:07.332+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...neve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWO8fVBYRDI/AAAAAAAABn4/adsVXLQTc3M/s1600-h/pettirossoig1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWO8fVBYRDI/AAAAAAAABn4/adsVXLQTc3M/s400/pettirossoig1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288277633867990066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-850916603654699059?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/850916603654699059/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=850916603654699059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/850916603654699059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/850916603654699059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/01/neve.html' title='...neve'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWO8fVBYRDI/AAAAAAAABn4/adsVXLQTc3M/s72-c/pettirossoig1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-5490323144697876268</id><published>2009-01-04T19:18:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:41:52.576+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='varie'/><title type='text'>...ninna nanna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWD91Wkk-NI/AAAAAAAABnw/M_VWXBlhZo0/s1600-h/attesa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWD91Wkk-NI/AAAAAAAABnw/M_VWXBlhZo0/s400/attesa.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287505055566854354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="398" height="18"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2apMisb0ebw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2apMisb0ebw&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="398" height="18"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-5490323144697876268?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5490323144697876268/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=5490323144697876268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5490323144697876268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/5490323144697876268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/01/dormire.html' title='...ninna nanna...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SWD91Wkk-NI/AAAAAAAABnw/M_VWXBlhZo0/s72-c/attesa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6694416199846101108</id><published>2009-01-01T05:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:36:43.086+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>Quella vita ch'è una cosa bella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi ricordo l'anno scorso...forse anche l'orario era più o meno lo stesso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e ho pensato: "chissà...l'anno prossimo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;eccomi qui a "l'anno prossimo" di ritorno dal veglione...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;con un augurio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Quella vita ch'è una cosa bella, non è la vita che si conosce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ma quella che non si conosce; non la vita passata, ma la futura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Coll'anno nuovo, il caso incomincerà a trattar bene voi e me e tutti gli altri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e si principierà la vita felice. Non è vero?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(G. Leopardi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8826690551879699379-6694416199846101108?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6694416199846101108/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6694416199846101108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6694416199846101108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6694416199846101108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2009/01/quella-vita-ch-una-cosa-bella.html' title='Quella vita ch&apos;è una cosa bella...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-7775741126657745977</id><published>2008-12-30T00:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:00:59.288+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>questa sera... Moulin Rouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eemEXNUTJQk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eemEXNUTJQk&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;td&gt;"The greatest thing you will ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-7775741126657745977?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7775741126657745977/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=7775741126657745977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7775741126657745977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/7775741126657745977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/questa-sera-moulin-rouge.html' title='questa sera... Moulin Rouge'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6949090495745821960</id><published>2008-12-28T17:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:51:56.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>neve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVesBOy8l_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rCrmEGB-cnc/s1600-h/neve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0px 0px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVesBOy8l_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rCrmEGB-cnc/s400/neve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284881824894195698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;“Mi piace la neve.... Mentre scende sembra che il tempo si fermi.&lt;br /&gt;Tutti sono tappati in casa e bevono cioccolate bollenti...”&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6949090495745821960?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6949090495745821960/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6949090495745821960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6949090495745821960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6949090495745821960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/neve.html' title='neve...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVesBOy8l_I/AAAAAAAABnQ/rCrmEGB-cnc/s72-c/neve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8826690551879699379.post-6435979914040368145</id><published>2008-12-24T15:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:35:25.073+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evento'/><title type='text'>Buon Natale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVJIT0HpqII/AAAAAAAABl4/qk_IzdiwwsE/s1600-h/candela+natale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0px 0px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVJIT0HpqII/AAAAAAAABl4/qk_IzdiwwsE/s400/candela+natale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283364818104461442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="18"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG-rMyNOsQI&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EG-rMyNOsQI&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="18"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8826690551879699379-6435979914040368145?l=elisabettybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6435979914040368145/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8826690551879699379&amp;postID=6435979914040368145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6435979914040368145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8826690551879699379/posts/default/6435979914040368145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabettybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/buon-natale.html' title='Buon Natale...'/><author><name>Betty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07336476364752233729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/S8WqWQqr_rI/AAAAAAAACw0/QMDY5PQ3iUU/S220/betty.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wnA8VlNPKAY/SVJIT0HpqII/AAAAAAAABl4/qk_IzdiwwsE/s72-c/candela+natale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
