<?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-35441177</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-5990933438904996578</id><published>2008-10-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:33:04.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;che giornata ieri, un susseguirsi di emozioni, lacrime, risate.. è iniziata presto ed è stata caotica così come lo è la sposa.. con un sorriso così felice che è bastato quello per farmi piangere.. senza contare poi l'abito bianco, il fratello in smoking, le risate del padre...mai visto neanche accennare un sorriso; e vederlo ridere visibilmente emozionato è stato un piacere... credo di non aver mai pianto così tanto, ma tutto era così perfetto, così romantico, così sentito che come facevi a non esserene travolta, sopprafatta dalle emozioni.. fortunatamente non ero l'unica in una valle di lacrime, il testimone era messo peggio di me e nei suoi occhi si leggeva oltre alla gioia una certa malinconia per il nuovo cambiamento.. lo capisco, in una giornata come quella i pensieri sono tanti insieme alle gioie e alle paure.. ai desideri e alle speranze.. sono loro a sposarsi, a prendersi un impegno, ma tu ne resti intrappolata, ne resti coinvolta e sai che qualcosa cambierà e in cuor tuo hai paura di quel cambiamento, ma non puoi darlo a vedere proprio nel loro giorno, quindi su i calici e un altro brindisi.. andando avanti così siamo riusciti a inciuccarci agli antipasti, ma sai poi le risate? quando tutto sembra più ovattato e la musica ti porta a ridere e a pensare solo al bello di questa giornata...e si una bella giornata, piena di sole, con un tepore piacevole, quasi irreale per essere a metà ottobre..e poi il mare come sfondo.. quell'aria e la brezza a cullare la festa e un pò tutti noi..ci siam dovuti allontanare un attimo, io e il testimone, per evitare di piangere per l'ennesima volta davanti agli sposi; sembravamo due bambini, troppo soprafatti dalle emozioni per reggere l'ennesimo brindisi; e allora ci siam fatti cullare dal mare per calmare il respiro, asciugare gli occhi, riprendere fiato........ è stata una bella giornata di quelle che resteranno nella mente per molto tempo, di quelle che quando ci pensi continui a commuoverti, ma è talmente bello commuoversi per simili ragioni.. forse sbaglierò ad essere un inguaribile romantica, forse sbaglio nel vedere sempre la possibilità di un sentimento quando due persone si conoscono, ma vedendo loro due insieme, la speranza diventa certezza e allora continuo a sognare nel lieto fine, nella favola che diventa realtà.... tanti auguri ragazzi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-5990933438904996578?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5990933438904996578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=5990933438904996578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/5990933438904996578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/5990933438904996578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2008/10/che-giornata-ieri-un-susseguirsi-di.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-144292243598179791</id><published>2008-07-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:05:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Dato l'ultimo esame.. ed ora posso considerarmi in vacanza... quest'anno aspettavo questo momento con più voglia del solito.. sarà che più il tempo va avanti più sento la mancanza del mio mare, degli odori e dei colori con cui sono cresciuta.. sarà che mi aspettano grosse novità ed io non so quanto sarò in grado di gestirle... sarà che sono pronta per un salto nel vuoto.. forse è arrivato il momento, forse è solo un nuovo abbaglio, io comunque sono pronta a buttarmi come al solito.. imparerò mai a fidarmi di meno e preoccuparmi di più per me???? domanda retorica e la risposta è la più giusta che io possa dare... mi piace fidarmi, mi piace essere incosciente e se questo comporta una possibile sofferenza, beh, ne sarà valsa la pena, se mi permetterà di fare quello che desiderio, di comportarmi come meglio credo.. e poi senza un pò di incoscenza, senza un pò di pazzia che divertimento ci sarebbe in questa vita? voglio continuare a farmi sorprendere da ciò che mi circonda, voglio vivere ogni momento senza pensare alle conseguenze.. voglio avere accanto persone che abbiano voglia di rischiare, di buttarsi... voglio un'estate piena di sorprese e sono sicura che riuscirà a darmi grandi soddisfazioni....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-144292243598179791?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/144292243598179791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=144292243598179791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/144292243598179791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/144292243598179791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2008/07/dato-lultimo-esame.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-1307293783822528696</id><published>2008-06-16T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:21:08.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>la notizia appena ricevuta merita un post.. laura si sposa, e a voi poco importa di chi sia, ma per me è qualcuno di veramente importante e una notizia del genere.. beh... mi ha messo sotto shock.&lt;br /&gt;ma lei si merita tutta la felicità possibile, tutta la gioia e la voglia di vivere che riesce a trasmettere..&lt;br /&gt;quel giorno sarò li e sarà come tu lo vuoi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-1307293783822528696?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1307293783822528696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=1307293783822528696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1307293783822528696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1307293783822528696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-notizia-appena-ricevuta-merita-un.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-474341768375595523</id><published>2008-03-13T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:20:56.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mi piace scrivere sapendo che nessuna persona a me cara conosce questo blog. La libertà data dal non giudizio di chi sa, di chi giudica normalmente ogni tua azione. Qui non ci sono pareri, opinioni o giudizi, ma solo pensieri, un fluire di parole che hanno importanza per il mio modo di essere, e non per gli altri.. Questi sono giorni strani, in un anno ci sono stati molti cambiamenti nella mia vita, belli e brutti, ma comunque utili, e mi fa ridere pensare quanto è cambiato, quante modifiche ho apportato per volere o causa situazioni, al mio modo di essere; ed ora raccolgo i frutti di tutto questo. Mi piace quello che ho intorno ora, mi piace la situazione in cui mi trovo, i rapporti che si sono creati e quelli che si sono rovinati. Sono soddisfatta di entrambe le cose, nuovi rapporti che mi stanno aiutando a crescere e vecchi rapporti che morendo mi hanno liberata da pesi e costrizioni... ed ora che tutto è passato, tutto è lontano, fa piacere sapere di esserci ancora, di aver superato le situazioni più o meno piacevoli che si sono presentate nella mia vita, perchè mi fa capire che tutto passa, ogni cosa per quanto drammatica lascia un segno e poi và e ciò che lascia è utile per la tua vita futura ma non ti blocca in uno stato emotivo per sempre.... l'andare avanti mi sta dando molta forza, soprattutto il non voltarmi indietro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-474341768375595523?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/474341768375595523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=474341768375595523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/474341768375595523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/474341768375595523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2008/03/mi-piace-scrivere-sapendo-che-nessuna.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-1202019584350275226</id><published>2008-02-26T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T02:50:06.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E' la prima volta che scrivo qualcosa di mio, solitamente lascio parlare poeti e cantanti per esprimere le mie emozioni, ma dopo questo weekand ho deciso che è arrivato il momento di parlare per me, senza troppe influenze altrui. Non sono di molte parole ma quello che mi preme scrivere, come a renderlo veramente reale, è che ho finalmente voltato pagina. Questi ultimi due giorni mi hanno fatto prendere consapevolezza delle mie possibilità ed ora sono pronta ad andare avanti senza rimpianti... Il passato non mi pesa più, ora so cosa voglio.. E sono felice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-1202019584350275226?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1202019584350275226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=1202019584350275226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1202019584350275226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1202019584350275226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-la-prima-volta-che-scrivo-qualcosa-di.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-6623569559055054196</id><published>2007-12-26T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:35:09.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era come se andando via in realtà avessi preso la rincorsa per tornare più vicino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-6623569559055054196?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/6623569559055054196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=6623569559055054196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/6623569559055054196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/6623569559055054196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/12/era-come-se-andando-via-in-realt-avessi.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-1254061566122106917</id><published>2007-12-26T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:32:01.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;La prima volta che ci siamo frequentati non eravamo in grado di amarci. Eravamo come due persone che hanno in mano lo strumento che amano, ma non lo sanno suonare. Poi abbiamo imparato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-1254061566122106917?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1254061566122106917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=1254061566122106917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1254061566122106917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1254061566122106917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-prima-volta-che-ci-siamo-frequentati.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-1493043942045858160</id><published>2007-06-30T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:01:18.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Troppo sciocco è piangere sopra un amore perduto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Malvissuto e scostante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;meglio l’acre vapore del vino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;indenne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;meglio l’ubriacatura del genio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;meglio si meglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;l’indagine sorda delle scorrevolezze di vite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;                                   alda merini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-1493043942045858160?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1493043942045858160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=1493043942045858160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1493043942045858160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1493043942045858160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/06/troppo-sciocco-piangere-sopra-un-amore.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-3526291149712603167</id><published>2007-06-30T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T06:36:32.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lentamente muore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi diventa schiavo dell'abitudine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ripetendo ogni giorno gli stessi percorsi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non cambia la marcia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non rischia e cambia colore dei vestiti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non parla a chi non conosce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Muore lentamente chi evita una passione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi preferisce il nero su bianco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e i puntini sulle "i" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;piuttosto che un insieme di emozioni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;proprio quelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;che fanno brillare gli occhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;quelle che fanno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;di uno sbadiglio un sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;quelle che fanno battere il cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;davanti all'errore e ai sentimenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lentamente muore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non capovolge il tavolo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi e' infelice sul lavoro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non rischia la certezza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;per l'incertezza per inseguire un sogno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non si permette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;almeno una volta nella vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;di fuggire ai consigli sensati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lentamente muore chi non viaggia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non legge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non ascolta musica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non trova grazia in se stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Muore lentamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi distrugge l'amor proprio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non si lascia aiutare; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi passa i giorni a lamentarsi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;della propria sfortuna o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;della pioggia incessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Lentamente muore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi abbandona un progetto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;prima di iniziarlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non fa domande &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sugli argomenti che non conosce, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;chi non risponde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;quando gli chiedono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;qualcosa che conosce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Evitiamo la morte a piccole dosi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ricordando sempre che essere vivo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;richiede uno sforzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;di gran lunga maggiore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;del semplice fatto di respirare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soltanto l'ardente pazienza porterà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;al raggiungimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;di una splendida felicita'.&lt;br /&gt;                            Pablo 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/35441177-3526291149712603167?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3526291149712603167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=3526291149712603167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/3526291149712603167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/3526291149712603167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/06/lentamente-muore-chi-diventa-schiavo.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-3845339017532464767</id><published>2007-06-30T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T06:26:20.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;... Vorrei con te da solo sempre viaggiare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;scoprire quello che intorno c'è da scoprire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;per raccontarti e poi farmi raccontare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;il senso d' un rabbuiarsi e del tuo gioire;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;vorrei tornare nei posti dove son stato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;spiegarti di quanto tutto sia poi diverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e per farmi da te spiegare cos'è cambiato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e quale sapore nuovo abbia l' universo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e lo vorrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;perchè non sono quando non ci sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e resto solo coi pensieri miei ed io...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vorrei restare per sempre in un posto solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;per ascoltare il suono del tuo parlare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e guardare stupito il lancio, la grazia, il volo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;impliciti dentro al semplice tuo camminare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e restare in silenzio al suono della tua voce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o parlare, parlare, parlare, parlarmi addosso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dimenticando il tempo troppo veloce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o nascondere in due sciocchezze che son commosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vorrei cantare il canto delle tue mani,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;giocare con te un eterno gioco proibito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;che l' oggi restasse oggi senza domani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o domani potesse tendere all' infinito..&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/35441177-3845339017532464767?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/3845339017532464767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=3845339017532464767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/3845339017532464767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/3845339017532464767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-5511446932428874221</id><published>2007-06-26T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:31:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Gli occhi si chiudono sul nostro futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;il tuo viso svanisce sfumando i contorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;la mia vita riinizia senza sagome accanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;il dolore sbiadisce e l'ira si placa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;il sole ritorna a sfiorarmi le labbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i tuoi occhi si chiudono, i miei si riaprono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;la mia vita è nel mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;la tua sulla terra&lt;/span&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/35441177-5511446932428874221?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/5511446932428874221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=5511446932428874221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/5511446932428874221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/5511446932428874221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/06/gli-occhi-si-chiudono-sul-nostro-futuro.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-8105872236980476374</id><published>2007-03-20T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:30:30.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RgACevoIIPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P87cjcUlXzQ/s1600-h/garcia9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RgACevoIIPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P87cjcUlXzQ/s320/garcia9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044034309859057906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C'é chi dice che le storie d'amore si assomigliano tutte, tutti però sono pronti a giurare che la propria sia unica nella storia dell'umanità. L'amore si manifesta nelle forme più disparate e spesso la nostra morale ci porta a definire ciò che niente altro é se non un sentimento purissimo, come aberranti distorsioni della natura umana. Qualcuno potrebbe anche chiedersi se l'amore stesso sia un'invenzione demoniaca poichè la carica che scaturisce dall'avvicinarsi di due anime tormentate é così forte da non lasciare dubbi sulla natura oscura e indecifrabile del nobile sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-8105872236980476374?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/8105872236980476374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=8105872236980476374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/8105872236980476374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/8105872236980476374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/03/c-chi-dice-che-le-storie-damore-si.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RgACevoIIPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/P87cjcUlXzQ/s72-c/garcia9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-1582855635800909319</id><published>2007-03-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T08:33:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_-svoIIOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u0qoKkoHh9E/s1600-h/STA40585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_-svoIIOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u0qoKkoHh9E/s320/STA40585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044030152330715362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va' serenamente in mezzo al rumore e alla fretta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e ricorda quanta pace ci puo' essere nel silenzio. &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/35441177-1582855635800909319?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/1582855635800909319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=1582855635800909319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1582855635800909319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/1582855635800909319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/03/va-serenamente-in-mezzo-al-rumore-e.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_-svoIIOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u0qoKkoHh9E/s72-c/STA40585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-7062005456285215710</id><published>2007-03-20T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:30:30.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_7nPoIINI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r_3jI1zjQO4/s1600-h/huge9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_7nPoIINI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r_3jI1zjQO4/s320/huge9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044026759306551506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;…L’unico modo per liberarsi di una tentazione è di abbandonarvisi: resistete, e la vostra anima si ammalerà di nostalgia per le cose che si è vietata, di desiderio per ciò che le sue mostruose leggi hanno reso mostruoso e fuori legge…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-7062005456285215710?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/7062005456285215710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=7062005456285215710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/7062005456285215710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/7062005456285215710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/03/lunico-modo-per-liberarsi-di-una.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/Rf_7nPoIINI/AAAAAAAAAAk/r_3jI1zjQO4/s72-c/huge9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-362256450304601133</id><published>2007-03-09T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:30:30.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfF7nQ2M1JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/27uOCIvndj0/s1600-h/DSCF0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfF7nQ2M1JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/27uOCIvndj0/s320/DSCF0215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039945372471710866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Dune bianche intorno ad una rosa che nasce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nel silenzio dei primi bagliori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;L’alba riscalda la rugiada sui petali fragili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Promessa d’amore d’una notte interminabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;La luna protegge gli amanti in un lungo abbraccio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Un manto di stelle come morbida coperta sui loro sentimenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Dune bianche intorno alla nascita di un amore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Nel silenzio di un nuovo giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-362256450304601133?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/362256450304601133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=362256450304601133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/362256450304601133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/362256450304601133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/03/dune-bianche-intorno-ad-una-rosa-che.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfF7nQ2M1JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/27uOCIvndj0/s72-c/DSCF0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-881881742551889040</id><published>2007-03-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:30:55.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfFs4Q2M1II/AAAAAAAAAAU/burx-wJlOTA/s1600-h/STELLE.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfFs4Q2M1II/AAAAAAAAAAU/burx-wJlOTA/s320/STELLE.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039929171855070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ma guarda quante stelle sterminate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;c'erano ancora prima del respiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ci saranno alla nostra dipartita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;forse fanno ballare appesa a un filo la nostra vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;e in tutto quel chiarore sterminato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dove ogni lontananza si disperde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;guardando quel silenzio smisurato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;l'uomo si perde.&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/35441177-881881742551889040?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/881881742551889040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=881881742551889040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/881881742551889040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/881881742551889040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/03/ma-guarda-quante-stelle-sterminate.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_73A37GpQE7A/RfFs4Q2M1II/AAAAAAAAAAU/burx-wJlOTA/s72-c/STELLE.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-117225034077618065</id><published>2007-02-23T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:05:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8055/3943/1600/822611/DSCN1343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8055/3943/320/504738/DSCN1343.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ti amo come se sorvolassi il mare per la prima volta in aereo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35441177-117225034077618065?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/117225034077618065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=117225034077618065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/117225034077618065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/117225034077618065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/02/ti-amo-come-se-sorvolassi-il-mare-per.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35441177.post-117224967527431563</id><published>2007-02-23T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T08:54:35.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sei la mia schiavitù sei la mia libertà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sei la mia carne che brucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;come la nuda carne delle notti d'estate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sei la mia patria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tu, coi riflessi verdi dei tuoi occhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;tu, alta e vittoriosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sei la mia nostalgia di saperti inaccessibile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;nel momento stesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;in cui ti afferro.&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/35441177-117224967527431563?l=namabiah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/feeds/117224967527431563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35441177&amp;postID=117224967527431563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/117224967527431563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35441177/posts/default/117224967527431563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namabiah.blogspot.com/2007/02/sei-la-mia-schiavit-sei-la-mia-libert.html' title=''/><author><name>namabiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05247927126756827258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_73A37GpQE7A/R9kc_qvQn3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/xYXvZd0u_v8/S220/huge9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
