<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079</id><updated>2009-02-23T22:45:53.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What you are is what you see.</title><subtitle type='html'>But is what the others see, what you really are?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-250794144674626376</id><published>2007-03-06T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T18:20:34.178+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>ILLEGAL</title><content type='html'>Who would have thought&lt;br /&gt;That you could hurt me&lt;br /&gt;The way you've done it?&lt;br /&gt;So deliberate, so determined&lt;br /&gt;And since you have been gone&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;And question my own questions on and on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me now, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;When I'm still so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to be attentive&lt;br /&gt;To all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Always supportive, always patient&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering for days and hours&lt;br /&gt;It's here, it isn't here where you belong&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, anyhow I wish you both all the best&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;You said you would love me until you die&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I know you're still alive, baby&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know the meaning of the words "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to believe it should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open heart Open heart&lt;br /&gt;It should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;Open heart Open heart&lt;br /&gt;It should be illegal to deceive a woman's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-250794144674626376?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Tutto diventa più prezioso: quello che si lascia e quello che si trova.&lt;br /&gt; Il dolore è facile da ascoltare, quello ti arriva addosso, urla, ha una voce terribile, è sempre lui a raggiungerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La speranza è una vocina sottile, bisogna andarla a cercare da dove viene, guardare sotto il letto per poterla ascoltare. O venire in una stazione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-116947192112680871?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/116947192112680871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=116947192112680871' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/116947192112680871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/116947192112680871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2007/01/citazione.html' 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child but she's always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you,&lt;br /&gt;She can ask for the truth but she'll never believe you,&lt;br /&gt;And she'll take what you give her as long as it's free,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she steals like a thief but she's always a woman to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants,&lt;br /&gt;She's ahead of her time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in,&lt;br /&gt;She just changes her mind&lt;br /&gt;And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;But she brings out the best and the worst you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Blame it all on yourself cause she's always a woman to me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's ahead of her time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and she never gives out and she never gives in,&lt;br /&gt;She just changes her mind&lt;br /&gt;She is frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel,&lt;br /&gt;She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool,&lt;br /&gt;But she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree,&lt;br /&gt;And the most she will do is throw shadows at you&lt;br /&gt;But she's always a woman to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;a name="#top"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OCR A EXTENDED,TELETYPE,COURIER NEW;font-size:100%;color:ORANGE;"   &gt;Billy Joel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/12145079-116256231575111260?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/116256231575111260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link 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doesn't mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;        I can't go on sayin' the same thing&lt;br /&gt;        Just can't you see, we've got everything do you even know&lt;br /&gt;        We&lt;br /&gt;        Know&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you, oh&lt;br /&gt;        Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I can't go on sayin' the same thing&lt;br /&gt;        'Cause baby, can't you see, we've got everything goin' on&lt;br /&gt;        And&lt;br /&gt;        On and on&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you&lt;br /&gt;        Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-115918058640285766?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-115859054794852504</id><published>2006-09-18T16:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:42:27.956+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In my defence</title><content type='html'>In my defence what is there to say&lt;br /&gt;All the mistakes we made must be faced today&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy now knowing where to start&lt;br /&gt;While the world we love tears itself apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer with a song&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to right the wrong&lt;br /&gt;For just a singer with a melody&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in between&lt;br /&gt;With a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defence what is there to say&lt;br /&gt;We destroy the love - it's our way&lt;br /&gt;We never listen enough never face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Then like a passing song&lt;br /&gt;Love is here and then it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer with a song&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to right the wrong&lt;br /&gt;For just a singer with a melody&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in between&lt;br /&gt;With a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer with a song&lt;br /&gt;How can I try to right the wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a singer with a melody&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in between with a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;Caught in between with a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;Caught in between with a fading dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what on earth&lt;br /&gt;Oh what on earth&lt;br /&gt;How do I try&lt;br /&gt;Do we live or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me God&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie Mercury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-115859054794852504?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/115859054794852504/comments/default' title='Commenti 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-115489416265033114</id><published>2006-08-06T21:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:56:02.663+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALFIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;What's it all about, alfie&lt;br /&gt;Is it just for the moment we&lt;br /&gt;live&lt;br /&gt;What's it all about when you sort it out,&lt;br /&gt;alfie&lt;br /&gt;Are we meant to take more than we give&lt;br /&gt;Or are we&lt;br /&gt;meant to be kind&lt;br /&gt;And if only fools are kind, alfie&lt;br /&gt;Then i guess it's wise to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;And if life&lt;br /&gt;belongs only to the strong, alfie&lt;br /&gt;What will you lend on an&lt;br /&gt;old golden rule&lt;br /&gt;As sure as i believe there's a heaven&lt;br /&gt;above, alfie&lt;br /&gt;I know there's something much more&lt;br /&gt;Something even non-believers can believe in&lt;br /&gt;I believe in&lt;br /&gt;love, alfie&lt;br /&gt;Without true love we just exist, alfie&lt;br /&gt;Until you find the love you've missed you're&lt;br /&gt;nothing, alfie&lt;br /&gt;When you walk let your heart lead the way&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find love any day, alfie, alfie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-115489416265033114?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/115489416265033114/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=115489416265033114' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/115489416265033114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-115435962787537708?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/115435962787537708/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=115435962787537708' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/115435962787537708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/115435962787537708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/07/tenterhooks.html' title='TENTERHOOKS'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114978625689957617</id><published>2006-06-08T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:04:16.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Le scene della nostra vita sono come rozzi mosaici. Guardate da vicino non producono nessun effetto, non ci si pu� vedere niente di bello finch� non si guardano da lontano."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="bold"&gt;Arthur Schopenhauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;     &lt;!--     &lt;rdf:rdf rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" trackback="http://madskills.com/public/xml/rss/module/trackback/"&gt;     &lt;rdf:description about="http://davideman.splinder.com/post/8316267" identifier="http://davideman.splinder.com/post/8316267" title="" subject="" ping="http://www.splinder.com/trackback/8316267"&gt;     &lt;/rdf:RDF&gt;     --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114978625689957617?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114978625689957617/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114978625689957617' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114978625689957617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114978625689957617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/06/le-scene-della-nostra-vita-sono-come.html' title=''/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114848670040316645</id><published>2006-05-24T18:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:05:00.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PER UNA MIA AMICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Una mia amica non sta passando un momento tanto bello.&lt;br /&gt;Stefy questo è per te.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Luoghi inviolabili della memoria&lt;br /&gt;Soltanto gli orli un po’ sfocati ma così indissolubili&lt;br /&gt;e così troppo intensi da dirsi&lt;br /&gt;dimentica quello che è stato comunque non ritornerà&lt;br /&gt;dimentica le mie parole se puoi perdonaci&lt;br /&gt;non sempre c’è un lieto fine&lt;br /&gt;dimentica l’amore forse anche il dolore passerà&lt;br /&gt;dimentica le cose belle e tutto il male sai di colpo sparirà&lt;br /&gt;ovunque io sarò comunque mi resterà qualcosa di te&lt;br /&gt;forse attimi ma eterni&lt;br /&gt;dimentica tutti quei giorni perché l’amore è fisico&lt;br /&gt;gli addio e i ritorni era una storia che viveva in bilico&lt;br /&gt;un sentimento così forte che spesso passa il limite&lt;br /&gt;non vuoi lasciarlo andare perché infondo sai che non ti lascerà&lt;br /&gt;dimentica il dolore forse l’amore ti ripagherà&lt;br /&gt;dimentica tu fallo per me che ancora non so dimenticare te&lt;br /&gt;dimentica perché io ancora non so dimenticare dimenticare..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Dimentica - Raf&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114848670040316645?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114848670040316645/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114848670040316645' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114848670040316645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114848670040316645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/05/per-una-mia-amica.html' title='PER UNA MIA AMICA'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114815380205422367</id><published>2006-05-20T21:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:42:32.996+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your birthdate mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: December 14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy!&lt;br /&gt;You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around.&lt;br /&gt;But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your superstar charisma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Fuchsia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114815380205422367?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114815380205422367/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114815380205422367' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114815380205422367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114815380205422367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-does-your-birthdate-mean.html' title='What does your birthdate mean?'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114495267555632675</id><published>2006-04-13T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:24:35.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There's a hero,&lt;br /&gt;If you look inside your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid of what you are,&lt;br /&gt;There's an answer,&lt;br /&gt;If you reach into your soul,&lt;br /&gt;And the sorrow that you know will melt away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And then a hero comes along,&lt;br /&gt;With the strenght to carry on,&lt;br /&gt;And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive,&lt;br /&gt;So when you feel like hope is gone,&lt;br /&gt;Look inside you and be strong,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll finally see the truth that a hero lies in you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It's a long road,&lt;br /&gt;When you face the world alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one reaches out a hand for you to hold,&lt;br /&gt;You can find love,&lt;br /&gt;If you search within yourself,&lt;br /&gt;And the emptiness you felt will disappear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Lord knows,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are hard to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let anyone tear them away,&lt;br /&gt;Hold on,&lt;br /&gt;There will be tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;In time you'll find the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;That a hero lies in.....you______&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh that a hero lies in.....you_______&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114495267555632675?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114495267555632675/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114495267555632675' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114495267555632675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114495267555632675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/04/hero.html' title='HERO'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114400488045059536</id><published>2006-04-02T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:12:45.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pena di morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="mobile-post"&gt;Mi reputo una persona civile, e come tale sono contraria, in linea di&lt;br /&gt;principio, alla pena di  morte.  Da  sempre.  Con  una precisa eccezione:&lt;br /&gt;i serial killer e chi tocca i bambini.  I serial killer perchè sono&lt;br /&gt;persone irreversibilmente disturbate, potenzialmente&lt;br /&gt;pericolose e senza possibilità alcuna di recupero.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi eliminandoli si fa un favore al mondo, si risparmiano tanti soldi&lt;br /&gt;e si dà un minimo di pace ai familiari delle vittime che avrebbero almeno&lt;br /&gt;la consolazione di sapere che nessun altro dovrà patire quello che hanno&lt;br /&gt;patito loro.&lt;br /&gt;Discorso diverso per chi tocca i bambini.&lt;br /&gt;Gli eventi recenti fanno sì che questo sia come un nervo scoperto per&lt;br /&gt;molti, in questa domenica primaverile, che favorisce le gite, e che vede&lt;br /&gt;tanti bambini passeggiare con i loro genitori. Oggi ho visto un bambino&lt;br /&gt;biondo con i riccioli e il pensiero è subito andato a quel bambino che&lt;br /&gt;in questo mese è diventato un po' il bambino di tutti gli Italiani.&lt;br /&gt;Speriamo che chi ha impedito che oggi e per tutte le domeniche a venire&lt;br /&gt;questo bambino non possa più andare a passeggio con la sua mamma, riceva&lt;br /&gt;centuplicata, la giusta punizione per quello che ha fatto. Che la&lt;br /&gt;punizione sia lenta e soprattutto dolorosa. Un'iniezione o un colpo di&lt;br /&gt;pistola sono poca cosa. E' meglio che i bastardi siano affidati alle&lt;br /&gt;costanti e amorevoli cure dei detenuti del penitenziario dove&lt;br /&gt;sconteranno la loro condanna. Una particolare attenzione la riserverei a&lt;br /&gt;quella bastarda, madre di famiglia, che non ha avuto scrupoli ad essere&lt;br /&gt;la compagna amorevole e complice di una schifezza di mezzo uomo, reo&lt;br /&gt;anche di stupro. Complimenti signora, lei sì che sa scegliersi gli uomini.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114400488045059536?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114400488045059536/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114400488045059536' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114400488045059536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114400488045059536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/04/pena-di-morte.html' title='Pena di morte'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114233366575445340</id><published>2006-03-14T11:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:54:25.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye my lover - James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night.&lt;br /&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.&lt;br /&gt;And as you move on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you.&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Che bella è questa canzone?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114233366575445340?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114233366575445340/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114233366575445340' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114233366575445340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114233366575445340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/03/goodbye-my-lover-james-blunt.html' title='Goodbye my lover - James Blunt'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114217185362676707</id><published>2006-03-12T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:57:33.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sì in effetti sono un po' latitante....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114217185362676707?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114217185362676707/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114217185362676707' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114217185362676707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114217185362676707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/03/s-in-effetti-sono-un-po-latitante.html' title=''/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114097425103365961</id><published>2006-02-26T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:17:31.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - You're Beautiful </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;F**king high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Questa canzone è bellissima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114097425103365961?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114097425103365961/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114097425103365961' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114097425103365961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114097425103365961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/james-blunt-youre-beautiful.html' title='James Blunt - You&apos;re Beautiful '/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114070223602056406</id><published>2006-02-23T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:43:56.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riflessioni</title><content type='html'>In questi giorni scrivere è molto difficile.&lt;br /&gt;Sto pensando a tante cose, stanno succedendo tante cose.&lt;br /&gt;Sono nello stesso tempo emozionata e terrorizzata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114070223602056406?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114070223602056406/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114070223602056406' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114070223602056406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114070223602056406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/riflessioni.html' title='Riflessioni'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114020654407293646</id><published>2006-02-17T20:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:02:39.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Venerdi 17</title><content type='html'>Premetto che non sono superstiziosa. Non leggo mai l'oroscopo.&lt;br /&gt;Credo però al destino, alle sensazioni. Oggi è venerdì 17 e se d'ora in poi sarà una combinazione che mi farà sorridere.  Oggi è stata una bella giornata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114020654407293646?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114020654407293646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114020654407293646' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114020654407293646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114020654407293646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/venerdi-17.html' title='Venerdi 17'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-114003414963772397</id><published>2006-02-15T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:09:09.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the carver?</title><content type='html'>E' stata dura. C'è voluta una lunga e laboriosa ricerca, ma alla fine l'ho trovato.&lt;br /&gt;Ora finalmente so chi è "the carver".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-114003414963772397?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/114003414963772397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=114003414963772397' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114003414963772397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/114003414963772397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-is-carver.html' title='Who is the carver?'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-113986075641994156</id><published>2006-02-13T20:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:06:11.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ci sono cose che non hanno prezzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://juventus.com/fe_images/logo_juve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://juventus.com/fe_images/logo_juve.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono cose che non hanno prezzo.&lt;br /&gt;Aspettare  con ansia crescente  che incominci la partita  più importante  della stagione.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere la tua squadra scendere in campo  concentrata , motivata, agguerrita, per niente  intimorita.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere gli avversari tesi, nervosi, affrontare la sfida senza umiltà con la solita  spocchia.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere una bella partita giocata in modo corretto e onesto, almeno da parte nostra.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere l'allenatore avversario esultare per un goal irregolare subito annullato.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere la tua squadra passare in vantaggio grazie ad uno dei più bei goal realizzati quest'anno.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere la compostezza del nostro allenatore, contrapposta alla plateale gestalità dell'avversario.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere le interviste post partita dove anzichè rendere onore agli avversari vincenti, continuano a recriminare su cose inesistenti.&lt;br /&gt;Vedere i giornalisti, per una volta compatti, criticare atteggiamenti vittimistici gratuiti che ormai sono venuti a noia.&lt;br /&gt;Ho aspettato quasi 24 ore a scrivere questo post perchè non volevo esagerare.&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono cose che non hanno prezzo.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie ragazzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-113986075641994156?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/113986075641994156/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=113986075641994156' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113986075641994156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113986075641994156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/ci-sono-cose-che-non-hanno-prezzo.html' title='Ci sono cose che non hanno prezzo'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-113976095085724938</id><published>2006-02-12T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:15:50.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E' stravero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="huge"&gt;When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; Alexander Graham Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-113976095085724938?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/113976095085724938/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=113976095085724938' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113976095085724938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113976095085724938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/e-stravero.html' title='E&apos; stravero'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-113960150367351968</id><published>2006-02-10T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:58:23.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>Ste, stavolta ci sono. Buon week-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12145079-113960150367351968?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/113960150367351968/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=113960150367351968' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113960150367351968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113960150367351968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-113907369365442578</id><published>2006-02-04T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T18:25:20.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabato</title><content type='html'>Mano male che a volte le previsioni sbagliano. Oggi una giornata simil autunnale sarebbe stata assolutamente intollerabile.&lt;br /&gt;Invece stamattina temperatura 16°, anche il piumino smanicato dava quasi fastidio. Niente male.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo mangiato da Mc Donald's (una volta ogni tanto si può anche fare), e nel pomeriggio, partita a racchettoni, sulla spiaggia (deserta) di Romazzino.&lt;br /&gt;La partita è durata perchè Eva - il mio cane che era stato arruolato per questa gita - correva come&lt;br /&gt;una pazza dietro ad ogni pallina. Per evitare che le venisse un collasso dopo un po' abbiamo smesso.&lt;br /&gt;Guardare il mare piatto come una tavola con il sole che si specchia sull'acqua, ha il suo perchè. Ti riconcilia con il mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ALESSA%7E1/IMPOST%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2273/1014/1600/100-0014_IMG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 328px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2273/1014/400/100-0014_IMG.jpg" alt="" 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/12145079-113907369365442578?l=sv870808.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/feeds/113907369365442578/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12145079&amp;postID=113907369365442578' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113907369365442578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12145079/posts/default/113907369365442578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sv870808.blogspot.com/2006/02/sabato.html' title='Sabato'/><author><name>soraya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04287781745186192470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12932068983433255711'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12145079.post-113899906594184707</id><published>2006-02-03T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:41:07.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meteo</title><content type='html'>Previsioni catastrofiche per domani. Pioggia, vento e chi più ne ha...&lt;br /&gt;Mi sembra logico, non sarà sabato mica per niente, no?&lt;br /&gt;Si potrebbe ipotizzare un cinema, peccato che il mercato non è che offra una grande scelta da queste parti! 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