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speciali'/><title type='text'>corso accelerato di pedagogia steineriana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogContent"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mi sto preparando per settembre perchè presto torno a scuola!&lt;br /&gt;Metto in secondo piano gli esami universitari, che tante energie fisiche mentali e sentimentali mi portano via, per un compito che mi si addice di più, in una sfida in cui voglio dimostrare a me stessa e agli altri che non ho sbagliato strada. Vorrei dimostrare di essere eccellente mezzo di trasformazione, di evoluzione, di essere utile, di poter essere tramite di piccoli miracoli. Voglio essere un degno mezzo! Questo è un tipo di chiamata che non può essere ignorato.&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/989298403579380767-874504629600617857?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/874504629600617857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2010/08/corso-accelerato-di-pedagogia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/874504629600617857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/874504629600617857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2010/08/corso-accelerato-di-pedagogia.html' title='corso accelerato di pedagogia steineriana'/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8427741401563409319</id><published>2010-07-26T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="author"&gt;Fra le interpretazioni di Spaceman, ho messo anche la mia su questo sito&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricinterpretations.com/The-Killers/Spaceman" target="_blank"&gt;www.lyricinterpretations.com/The-Killers/Spaceman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ve la traduco&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onclick="return popup(this, 'notes')" href="http://www.lyricinterpretations.com/forums/viewprofile.php?user=Octavia88"&gt;Octavia88&lt;/a&gt; 		&lt;/span&gt; 		 		&lt;span class="created"&gt; 		June 15th, 2010 05:47AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table width="570" height="458" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="1" align="" summary=""&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td&gt;I asked to a professor in Geology and he told me that like +10.000 years ago (don't remember exactly), the Nile did run from east to west (the mediterraneo sea was a close salt(?) lake) I believe this song talks about paranormal phenomens and i think the killers want to make you believe in what's behind what you see. I believe they did choose the spaceman figure because when he's on his journey, he stays high on the sky and he can see the entire world without being seen...he can see clearly the spiritual worlds (being more near to them than normal people) and also clearly see that the people under is living in false convinction, that they are too materialist and superficial (that's explain why he's talking about media etc...). The media creates a world of illusion and who has sensibility or the ability to perceive and feel that there's something behind materia, is believed to be crazy, an outsider. I think that in the start, the song describes a OBE (Out of Body Experience) afther wich the first person in the song has paranormal sensations and feeling and finally understands what's life meaning but also sees that unfortunately he's lonely in his condition (very few people can understand this position, very few are that advanced in spiritual life) That's why the song is a bit melanchonic, I guess.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ho chiesto ad un professore di geologia e mi ha detto che pi&amp;ugrave; di 10.000 anni fa il Nilo correva da est a ovest (il mediterraneo era un mare chiuso e salato(?)).&amp;nbsp; Credo che questa canzone parli di fenomeni paranormali e penso che i killers vogliano farci credere in quel che c'&amp;egrave; dietro quello che si vede. Credo che abbiano scelto la figura dell'uomo dello spazio perch&amp;egrave; mentre affronta il suo viaggio, sta alto nel cielo e pu&amp;ograve; vedere l'intero mondo senza essere visto...pu&amp;ograve; vedere chiaramente il mondo spirituale (essendogli pi&amp;ugrave; vicino delle persone normali) e pu&amp;ograve; chiaramente vedere che le persone sotto vivono di false convinzioni, che sono troppo materialisti e superficiali (questo spiega perch&amp;egrave; parla dei media etc....) I media creano un mondo di illusione e chi &amp;egrave; sensibile o ha l'abilit&amp;agrave; di percepire e sentire che c'&amp;egrave; qualcosa dietro alla materia, &amp;egrave; creduto pazzo, un outsider. Penso che all'inizio, la canzone descriva un OBE (esperienza fuori dal corpo), dopo cui la persona nella canzone ha sensazioni e percezioni paranormali e finalmente capisce il significato della vita, ma vede anche che sfortunatamente &amp;egrave; da solo nella sua condizione (molti pochi possono capire questa posizione, molto pochi sono cos&amp;igrave; avanzati nella vita spirituale)&lt;br/&gt;            E' per questo che la canzone &amp;egrave; un po' melanconica, immagino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8427741401563409319?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8427741401563409319/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2010/07/fra-le-interpretazioni-di-spaceman-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8427741401563409319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8427741401563409319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2010/07/fra-le-interpretazioni-di-spaceman-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1653986156253973614</id><published>2009-12-15T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;[23:20:41] :vedi il problema &amp;egrave; che l'uomo cerca la felicit&amp;agrave; fuori di s&amp;egrave;&lt;br/&gt;[23:20:56] :pensi che sia giusto adossare la responsabilit&amp;agrave; della propria felicit&amp;agrave; agli altri ?&lt;br/&gt;[23:21:20] :&amp;egrave; questo che fa sorgere il risentimento nelle persone &amp;quot;quello mi ha lasciato e io sono infelice, ed &amp;egrave; colpa sua&amp;quot;, bhe io non sono del tutto d'accordo&lt;br/&gt;[23:21:42] :quando due persone si lasciano, esiste qualcuno che ha colpa e qualcuno che non ne ha? chi abusa e chi subisce ? non credo&lt;br/&gt;[23:21:54] :se le strade di due persone si dividono ci sar&amp;agrave; una ragione&lt;br/&gt;[23:22:16] :non sono gli uomini a lasciarsi e a prendersi, ma &amp;egrave; dio a scandire il tempo delle unioni&lt;br/&gt;[23:22:50] :dio ti conduce dalle persone che puoi aiutare e che ti aiuteranno e quando la relazione ha esaurito il suo scopo, il legame si scioglie&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nToBil4i0Wk&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nToBil4i0Wk&amp;hl=it_IT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1653986156253973614?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1653986156253973614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/12/232041-vedi-il-problema-che-luomo-cerca.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1653986156253973614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1653986156253973614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/12/232041-vedi-il-problema-che-luomo-cerca.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3324260006065634320</id><published>2009-10-30T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Qualche volta &amp;egrave; bello fare un salto nel passato e riavere vecchie abitudini, anche se solo per un paio di giorni. Tornare alle vecchie sensazioni notturne, il silenzio fuori dalla mia camera e dolce musica delicata dentro. Di notte il mondo si trasforma e tu con lui. Il mio stato di coscienza mi rende tanto diversa dalla persona che sono di giorno che si potrebbe quasi dire che dopo mezzanotte divento una creatura tanto sensibile quanto sognante. Di notte mi preferisco sveglia per quanto riguarda le mie qualit&amp;agrave; dell'animo, anche se certamente mi preferisco addormentata per dare il meglio durante la giornata. Forse stare sveglia di notte smorza la mia volont&amp;agrave; e la mia energia, trasformandole in autoriflessione. Di notte il vaso di pandora si apre e ci&amp;ograve; che ci si nasconde di giorno, esplode e tanto prende possesso di noi quanto pi&amp;ugrave; cercavamo di tenerlo chiuso lucchetto su lucchetto.&lt;br/&gt;Eppure, anche quando non ho pi&amp;ugrave; nulla nel doppiofondo dei miei cassetti e del mio cilindro, nonostante tutto, la mia anima si disperde e si dilata pi&amp;ugrave; di quanto possa permettersi di giorno. Di notte smette di rinchiudersi nelle sue sicurezze, si espande eppure si richiude su se stessa, ma come se si guardasse da fuori. Forse, la notte, cerca di essere ci&amp;ograve; che non pu&amp;ograve; essere di giorno. Questo spiegherebbe tante cose...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3324260006065634320?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3324260006065634320/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/10/qualche-volta-bello-fare-un-salto-nel.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3324260006065634320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3324260006065634320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/10/qualche-volta-bello-fare-un-salto-nel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4764964125934148057</id><published>2009-10-02T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;Uno fa tanta fatica a 15 anni per cercare di essere s&amp;egrave; stesso mentre copia gli altri. Cura la propria estetica per appartenere ad un gruppo, ma in realt&amp;agrave; non si cura affatto. Crede di trovare in un gruppo la propria identit&amp;agrave; mentre non fa altro che identificarsi in esso. E' molto comodo dividere le persone da come ci appaiono, ma la verit&amp;agrave; &amp;egrave; che dopo una certa et&amp;agrave; non hai bisogno di far saper al mondo i tuoi gusti e la tua personalit&amp;agrave;, gridando &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;ECCOMI, questo SONO IO!&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cos&amp;igrave; te ne vai in giro con un paio di jeans e una maglietta mentre ascolti doom metal mentre il ragazzo seduto di fronte a te, con la maglietta del MetalCamp, manco se lo pu&amp;ograve; immaginare che cosa ti frulla nella testa e ai suoi occhi appari solo una persona cosiddetta &amp;quot;normale&amp;quot; (e insipida). Io adesso voglio gridare, (ma con il mio animo, non con la mia apparenze):&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Eccomi, IO SONO&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4764964125934148057?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4764964125934148057/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/10/uno-fa-tanta-fatica-15-anni-per-cercare.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4764964125934148057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4764964125934148057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/10/uno-fa-tanta-fatica-15-anni-per-cercare.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8150924956237955389</id><published>2009-09-18T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antroposofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Times" size="4"&gt;Dice Steiner:  &amp;ldquo;Totalmente diverso dalle leggi naturali che si riferiscono a ci&amp;ograve;  che muore, &amp;egrave; quello che si sperimenta quando si rivolge alla natura  la &lt;strong&gt;volont&amp;agrave; vivente&lt;/strong&gt; che esiste dentro di noi in germe [...] Quel che  mette in rapporto col mondo esterno per mezzo dei sensi [...] non &amp;egrave; di natura conoscitiva, ma&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; volitiva[&lt;/strong&gt;relativa alla &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;volont&amp;agrave;&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.  L&amp;rsquo;uomo moderno ha totalmente perduto la conoscenza di questo fatto.  Perci&amp;ograve; considera infantile quel che dicePlatone, cio&amp;egrave; che il nostro  vedere proviene dal fatto che una specie di &lt;strong&gt;tentacoli&lt;/strong&gt; si sprigioni dagli occhi e vada verso le cose. Questi tentacoli non sono naturalmente visibili  con mezzi esterni, e se Platone ne era cosciente, ci&amp;ograve; dimostra appunto  ch&amp;rsquo;egli era penetrato nel mondo soprasensibile. Effettivamente, quando  noi guardiamo gli oggetti, si compie, solo in maniera pi&amp;ugrave; sottile,  un processo simile a quello che avviene quando afferriamo qualche cosa.  Quando prendiamo in mano un pezzo di gesso, si tratta di un fatto fisico  del tutto analogo a quello spirituale che si svolge quando scocchiamo  dagli occhi le forze eteriche per afferrare un oggetto per mezzo della  vista&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;[&amp;quot;Antropologia&amp;quot; o &amp;quot;Arte dell'educazione&amp;quot;]&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font face="Times" size="4"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pura follia?&lt;br/&gt;Non credo.&lt;br/&gt;Quante volte sentiamo il &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;peso dello sguardo&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; di qualcuno ricadere su di noi? Se il funzionamento dell'occhio si fermasse a quello che noi dell'occhio vediamo, come potremmo percepire che qualcuno ci sta osservando, anche se siamo voltati?&lt;br/&gt;Quante volte ci capita di &lt;em&gt;non vedere quello che non vorremmo vedere&lt;/em&gt;, consciamente o inconsciamente che sia, quante volte ci capita di &lt;em&gt;vedere quello che vorremmo vedere&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br/&gt;Dai nostri occhi necessariamente qualcosa c'&amp;egrave; di natura volitiva, di volont&amp;agrave;. Lo dimostra anche il fatto che, se provate ad osservare gli occhi di una persona che vi sta difronte vedrete i suoi occhi spostarsi di continuo, ma la persona osservata non vede &lt;em&gt;discontinuit&amp;agrave;&lt;/em&gt; fra quando indugia lo sguardo sul punto A e quando lo sposta al punto B: eppure i suoi muscoli oculare erano ben che attivi! Se invece ci picchiettiamo la palpebra sotto l'occhio, cio&amp;egrave; muoviamo delicatamente con un dito, la nostra vista non &amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; stabile e vediamo la discontinuit&amp;agrave; quando l'occhio si muove. La differenza fra i due esperimenti sta proprio nella volont&amp;agrave; che sta dietro le nostre azioni: se l'occhio si muove autonomamente, ecco che sempre &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;volontariamente non vede&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;la discontinuit&amp;agrave;, se l'occhio &amp;egrave; mosso meccaniccamente non pu&amp;ograve; impedire di rilevare la discontinuit&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La volont&amp;agrave; davvero compenetra&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;l'occhio, come compenetra tutti i sensi, porte che la volont&amp;agrave; (sia essa conscia o inconscia) &lt;em&gt;apre o chiude&lt;/em&gt;. Allora un problema alla vista o all'udito che cosa potrebbero celare? Forse una &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;non voler vedere o sentire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ? Il vero mistero non &amp;egrave; tanto questo, quanto &lt;u&gt;la natura della volont&amp;agrave;&lt;/u&gt;. Essa &amp;egrave; super partes, non &amp;egrave; n&amp;egrave; conscia n&amp;egrave; inconscia; in alcuni casi la nostra &amp;quot;buona volont&amp;agrave;&amp;quot; (cosciente) non riesce a sconfiggere una volont&amp;agrave; avversa inconscia, altre volte riusciamo a spronarci e a trasformare la nostra buona volont&amp;agrave; cosciente in qualcosa che tocca anche le sfere incoscienti. Ma chi pu&amp;ograve; dire di essere certo di conoscere la volont&amp;agrave;? Essa &amp;egrave; sfuggevole quanto misteriosa.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8150924956237955389?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8150924956237955389/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/09/dice-steiner-diverso-dalle-leggi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8150924956237955389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8150924956237955389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/09/dice-steiner-diverso-dalle-leggi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2350556943509719895</id><published>2009-09-18T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ffffff" size="3"&gt;L'altro giorno, complice anche la folta chioma corvina, per la prima volta mi &amp;egrave; stato offerto un drink da un perfetto sconosciuto in quel di Lubiana. E questo ha scatenato in me delle riflessioni. Pensavo alla &lt;u&gt;spontaneit&amp;agrave; e alla forte passione dei tipici amori adolescenziali&lt;/u&gt;. Quando ci si fa avanti col proprio corpo, non nascondendosi dietro di esso; quando si ha pi&amp;ugrave; fiducia che paura di restare delusi e quando si &amp;egrave; disposti a donare tutto l'amore di cui si &amp;egrave; capaci. E finalmente ho capito una cosa: da questo tipo di modo di porsi &lt;em&gt;non &amp;egrave; necessario restare delusi come credevo.&lt;/em&gt; Ho capito che il problema della situazione non &amp;egrave; l'&lt;strong&gt;amore incondizionato&lt;/strong&gt;, che &amp;egrave; anzi, suo pi&amp;ugrave; grande pregio, ma che quello che ci ferisce, ci delude dell'altro non &amp;egrave; niente altro che &lt;em&gt;la nostra pretesa che l'altro sia secondo la nostra volont&amp;agrave;&lt;/em&gt;, come piace a noi. Se ci lasciassimo semplicemente abbandonare all'amore senza condizioni e senza imposizioni, un amore senza catene e libero, nessun difetto o pregio potrebbero sorprenderci, una volta scoperti nell'altro (perch&amp;egrave; l'amore adolescenziale, per come la vedo io, non si basa su una buona conoscenza dell'altro , o almeno, questa &amp;egrave; stata la mia esperienza). Sto dicendo insomma che nell'amore adolescenziale abbiamo l'immagine, un riflesso, come potrebbe essere la luna il riflesso del sole, di quello che &amp;egrave; l'&lt;strong&gt;Amore di dio&lt;/strong&gt; nei nostri confronti: &lt;strong&gt;potente, incondizionato e grato&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se &amp;egrave; piacevole essere amati per come siamo, per le nostra qualit&amp;agrave;, &amp;egrave; ancora pi&amp;ugrave; piacevoli essere amati senza alcuna motivazione, indipendentemente da quanto siamo bravi, piacenti, intelligenti, belli o simpatici.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2350556943509719895?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2350556943509719895/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/09/laltro-giorno-complice-anche-la-folta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2350556943509719895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2350556943509719895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/09/laltro-giorno-complice-anche-la-folta.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6156126446700145549</id><published>2009-07-22T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;	     												    &lt;font size="3"&gt;Menomale che sono intelligente...     												    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;                                                                                                              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;!--- blog body --&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; 												    ...s&amp;igrave; ma che me ne faccio dell'intelligenza?&lt;br/&gt;A tutti quelli che si complimentano dicendomi che sono saggia o intelligente vorrei rispondere: magari mi avessero tirato s&amp;ugrave; anche un po' furba, mi sarei risparmiata tanti guai.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6156126446700145549?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6156126446700145549/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/07/menomale-che-sono-intelligente.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6156126446700145549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6156126446700145549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/07/menomale-che-sono-intelligente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4434686279973073060</id><published>2009-07-08T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antroposofia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morale della favola di oggi: vivificate i vostri pensieri, non lasciate che il processo di salificazione (cristallizzazione) dei pensieri che ci circonda, vi porti fuori strada! Non &amp;egrave; detto che sia l'entusiasmo che vi manca, &amp;egrave; l'entusiasmo di chi scrive a peccare: quante volte una cosa &amp;egrave; interessante perch&amp;egrave; ce la racconta una persona in particolare?&lt;br/&gt;La ricetta per un pensiero vivo &amp;egrave;, oltre alla saggezza del sale, di aggiungere dell'argento vivo (il mobile mercurio) e del fosforo (scintilla per scatenare l'interesse).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4434686279973073060?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4434686279973073060/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/07/morale-della-favola-di-oggi-vivificate.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4434686279973073060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4434686279973073060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/07/morale-della-favola-di-oggi-vivificate.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8747776356285578128</id><published>2009-06-28T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Riflessioni sull'Iliade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La guerra di Troia: perch&amp;egrave; essa &amp;egrave; stata tanto rilevante da essere tramandata di generazione in generazione? Se Troia non fosse stata vinta con l'escabotage del cavallo, la guerra di quei due popoli non sarebbe stata diversa da molte altre guerre vissute nell'antichit&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="2" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://applemania.blogosfere.it/images/TrojanHorse.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; La chiave di lettura sta proprio nel cavallo: la vittoria dell'intelletto e dell'astuzia sulla veggenza. La veggenza apparteneva ad entrambe le parti, poich&amp;egrave; troiani e greci avevano i loro indovini da consultare: la vittoria degli achei &amp;egrave; significativa proprio perch&amp;egrave; avevano il vantaggio schiacciante dell'astuzia di Ulisse, precursore dell'uomo scaltro pi&amp;ugrave; vicino a noi, pi&amp;ugrave; &amp;quot;moderno&amp;quot;. Achille &amp;egrave; invece l'archetipo dell'uomo antico, inserito in una societ&amp;agrave; regolata, in cui l'individualit&amp;agrave; &amp;egrave; limitata da rituali: nel grande rispetto per l'avversario, ad esempio, vi sono consuetudini e formalit&amp;agrave;. Rispetto che viene completamente annientato nel momento in cui gli achei sono autorizzati dalle divinit&amp;agrave; ad essere strumento di evoluzione.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ma in tutto questo, qual &amp;egrave; il ruolo degli indovini?&lt;br/&gt;Gli indovini hanno il potere di vedere le cose ma non di cambiarle, in questo senso il loro &amp;egrave; un ruolo di grande responsabilit&amp;agrave; ed equilibrio. A quell'epoca gli uomini avevano come strumento conoscitivo la veggenza e c'era chi ne aveva di pi&amp;ugrave; e chi ne aveva meno, come oggi c'&amp;egrave; chi ha pi&amp;ugrave; intelligenza e chi ne ha meno.&lt;br/&gt;Gli indovini achei sono l'incarnazione del miglior comportamento che si possa adottare nella loro posizione: parlano solo se interpellati perch&amp;egrave; il corso dell'evoluzione non pu&amp;ograve; essere fermato; inoltre quello che gli indovini conoscevano non poteva essere espresso direttamente, perch&amp;egrave; spesso veniva franiteso o non veniva accettato per colpa dei vizi umani. Chi era pi&amp;ugrave; cauto aveva pi&amp;ugrave; probabilit&amp;agrave; di farsi ascoltare.&lt;br/&gt;Al contrario gli indovini troiani, Laoconte e Cassandra, cercano di opporsi al destino non tenendo conto della natura umana e sono incapaci di essere convincenti. Per questa ragione Laoconte viene trascinato dai serpenti di mare e Cassandra derisa e ignorata.&lt;br/&gt;Per quale ragione i veggenti troiani sono incapaci di gestire la loro veggenza?&lt;br/&gt;E' possibile supporre che manchi loro un'istruzione adeguata sia su come gestire il loro dono per renderlo volontario anzich&amp;egrave; involontario sia per quanto riguarda il modo di agire pi&amp;ugrave; adatto per poter essere veramente d'aiuto e non interferire con la volont&amp;agrave; delle divinit&amp;agrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ma perch&amp;egrave; dopo decenni di guerra le divinit&amp;agrave; si trovano d'accordo nel favorire gli achei? Perch&amp;egrave; fino ad allora la situazione fra le due fazioni era di parit&amp;agrave; e dopo le vicende umane e degli dei si era arrivati alla regolazione dei conti: le divinit&amp;agrave; che proteggevano Troia erano state soddisfatte, ripagate dei torti subiti e infine accettarono che Troia venisse sacrificata perch&amp;egrave; si attuasse l'evoluzione dell'umanit&amp;agrave;, il salto di qualit&amp;agrave; dell'uomo. D'altra parte la conquista di Troia rivela immediatamente al lettore il suo lato brutale e meschino delle nuove condizioni dell'essere umano, in cui le leggi eque, fondanti per la societ&amp;agrave; precedente, permettevano agli uomini di essere pari. Si consideri il fatto che gli achei, appena usciti dal cavallo, sterminarono vilmente, nel sonno, donne e bambini, che mai, altrimenti, ci si sarebbe permessi di eliminare.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Le leggi precedenti equiparavano gli uomini allo stesso modo, mentre la nuova intelligenza che viene risvegliata crea come conseguenza la prevalenza inequivocabile del forte, possessore di intelligenza e possibilit&amp;agrave;, sul debole. Nel mondo per com'era prima della caduta di Troia, anche il debole poteva veder rispettati i suoi diritti in virt&amp;ugrave; di un codice a cui doveva attenersi anche il forte: si pensi a Crise e Agamennone. Crise, umile sacerdote, pretende, dietro pagamento di un riscatto, che sua figlia sia affrancata. Agamennone, col suo iniziale e crudele rifiuto, gi&amp;agrave; da segno di voler sovvertire le consuetudini belliche, ma poich&amp;egrave; i tempi non sono ancora maturi, paga il prezzo della sua presunzione con i dardi di Apollo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;La guerra di Troia diventa un importante spartiacque per un nuovo ordine caratterizzato da una nuova forza che ha destabilizzato il mondo precedente per, infine, distruggerlo. E' il passaggio che fa' della Grecia la culla della nostra civilt&amp;agrave; moderna. Senza questo episodio cruciale della storia occidentale, saremmo stati molto pi&amp;ugrave; vicini alle culture asiatiche, che hanno continuato fino a molto pi&amp;ugrave; tardi a regolare i rapporti fra fazioni con schemi rituali.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8747776356285578128?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8747776356285578128/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/06/riflessioni-sulliliade.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8747776356285578128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8747776356285578128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/06/riflessioni-sulliliade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4957580393086836676</id><published>2009-06-05T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E' qualcosa che anche se provassi a scriverlo non ci riuscirei... non c'&amp;egrave; modo di mascherarlo o di trasmetterlo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4957580393086836676?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4957580393086836676/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-qualcosa-che-anche-se-provassi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4957580393086836676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4957580393086836676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-qualcosa-che-anche-se-provassi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-888899282880326858</id><published>2009-05-18T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Non posso postare il video perch&amp;egrave; l'utente non lo fa' fare.&lt;br/&gt;Per&amp;ograve; sta canzone &amp;egrave; fantastica. E sicuramente io ci sono passata.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-888899282880326858?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/888899282880326858/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/non-posso-postare-il-video-perch.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/888899282880326858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/888899282880326858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/non-posso-postare-il-video-perch.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2341758070716933994</id><published>2009-05-09T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'ho vista a Trieste, giuro. Ho visto Kate Bush.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" width="425" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uiCRZLr9oRw&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2341758070716933994?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2341758070716933994/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lho-vista-trieste-giuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2341758070716933994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2341758070716933994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/lho-vista-trieste-giuro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1490072918645852341</id><published>2009-05-01T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/winamp03/css/plugin.css" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/winamp03/javascript/plugin.js" language="javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div id="title"&gt;Everyday Is Halloween &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div id="artist"&gt;by Ministry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well I live with snakes and lizards&lt;br/&gt;And other things that go bump in the&lt;br/&gt;Night cos to me everyday is halloween&lt;br/&gt;I have given up hiding and started to fight&lt;br/&gt;I have started to fight well any time,&lt;br/&gt;Any place, anywhere that I go all the&lt;br/&gt;People seem to stop and stare they say&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;'why are you dressed like it's halloween? &lt;br/&gt;You look so absurd, you look so obscene'&lt;br/&gt;O, why can't I live a life for me? &lt;br/&gt;Why should I take the abuse that's served? &lt;br/&gt;Why can't they see they're just like me it's&lt;br/&gt;The same, it's the same in the whole wide world&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well I let their teeny minds think that they're&lt;br/&gt;Dealing with someone who is over the brink and&lt;br/&gt;I dress this way just to keep them at bay&lt;br/&gt;Cos halloween is everyday it's everyday o,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why can't I live a life for me? &lt;br/&gt;Why should I take the abuse that's served? &lt;br/&gt;Why can't they see they're just like me it's&lt;br/&gt;The same, it's the same in the whole wide world&lt;br/&gt;O, why can't I live a life for me? why should i&lt;br/&gt;Take the abuse that's served? why can't they see&lt;br/&gt;They're just like me I'm not the one that's so&lt;br/&gt;Absurd why hide it? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why fight it? hurt feelings best to stop feeling&lt;br/&gt;Hurt from denials, reprisals it's the same it's the&lt;br/&gt;Same in the whole wide world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1490072918645852341?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1490072918645852341/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyday-is-halloween-by-ministry-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1490072918645852341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1490072918645852341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyday-is-halloween-by-ministry-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2655790558859510685</id><published>2009-04-16T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perch&amp;egrave; mandano i figli dagli psicologi quando alla fine i problemi pi&amp;ugrave; gravi dei figli sono legati ai genitori? Che c'andassero loro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2655790558859510685?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2655790558859510685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/04/perch-mandano-i-figli-dagli-psicologi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2655790558859510685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2655790558859510685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/04/perch-mandano-i-figli-dagli-psicologi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6126105731363087884</id><published>2009-03-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scuola'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente ho comprato &amp;quot;Dear Myself&amp;quot; e il seguito &amp;quot;World's End&amp;quot; di Eiki Eiki (in inglese, infatti in Italia non si trovano).&lt;br/&gt;Ma mi &amp;egrave; arrivato oggi e non ho fatto che studiare tutto il giorno fino alle 20 di stasera -.-&lt;br/&gt;Ma che cacchio...&lt;br/&gt;Il bello &amp;egrave; che domani sono all'universit&amp;agrave; dalle 9 di mattina alle 19..con 2 misere ore di pausa, di cui una &amp;egrave; pausa pranzo =_=&lt;br/&gt;Quando minchia li leggo sti fumetti che il 7 aprile c'ho l'appello di storia medievale? Uff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6126105731363087884?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6126105731363087884/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/finalmente-ho-comprato-myself-e-il.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6126105731363087884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6126105731363087884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/finalmente-ho-comprato-myself-e-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1719749766870382745</id><published>2009-03-06T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;embed height="225" width="400" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3261363&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3261363"&gt;The Crisis of Credit Visualized&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/jonathanjarvis"&gt;Jonathan Jarvis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1719749766870382745?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1719749766870382745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/crisis-of-credit-visualized-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1719749766870382745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1719749766870382745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/crisis-of-credit-visualized-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2164343973686843462</id><published>2009-03-04T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kate bush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moving stranger,&lt;br/&gt;Does it really matter,&lt;br/&gt;As long as you're not afraid to feel?&lt;br/&gt;Touch me, hold me.&lt;br/&gt;How my open arms ache!&lt;br/&gt;Try to fall for me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How I'm moved.&lt;br/&gt;How you move me&lt;br/&gt;With your beauty's potency.&lt;br/&gt;You give me life.&lt;br/&gt;Please don't let me go.&lt;br/&gt;You crush the lily in my soul.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Moving liquid&lt;br/&gt;Yes, you are just as water.&lt;br/&gt;You flow around all that comes in your way.&lt;br/&gt;Don't think it over,&lt;br/&gt;It always takes you over,&lt;br/&gt;And sets your spirit dancing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How I'm moved.&lt;br/&gt;How you move me&lt;br/&gt;With your beauty's potency.&lt;br/&gt;You give me life.&lt;br/&gt;Please don't let me go.&lt;br/&gt;You crush the lily in my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2164343973686843462?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2164343973686843462/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-stranger-does-it-really-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2164343973686843462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2164343973686843462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/03/moving-stranger-does-it-really-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-9130174182822492147</id><published>2009-02-27T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nietzsche: l'agnostico pi&amp;ugrave;&amp;nbsp; religioso che ci sia mai stato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-9130174182822492147?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/9130174182822492147/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/nietzsche-lagnostico-pi-religioso-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/9130174182822492147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/9130174182822492147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/nietzsche-lagnostico-pi-religioso-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8407510991352550240</id><published>2009-02-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;Per tutte le donne che hanno dolori mestruali acuti o problemi di mestruazioni:&lt;br/&gt;smettetela di avercela col vostro lato femminile. Funziona.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8407510991352550240?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8407510991352550240/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/per-tutte-le-donne-che-hanno-dolori.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8407510991352550240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8407510991352550240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/per-tutte-le-donne-che-hanno-dolori.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6059846791525375</id><published>2009-02-09T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;hl=it&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5524731984108144607</id><published>2009-02-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avete presente, verso la fine del film, quella scena di Mordiroccia ne &amp;quot;La storia infinita&amp;quot;?   &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0VxGRWPh28&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0VxGRWPh28&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5524731984108144607?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5524731984108144607/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/avete-presente-verso-la-fine-del-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5524731984108144607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5524731984108144607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2009/02/avete-presente-verso-la-fine-del-film.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7751056232246265205</id><published>2008-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasioni speciali'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;Conduco una vita solitaria, &amp;egrave; vero...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Tuttavia...SI AVVICINA IL MIO VENTESIMO COMPLEANNO *_*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Fra poco meno di un mese non sar&amp;ograve; pi&amp;ugrave; una teenager O__O&lt;br/&gt;Perci&amp;ograve; io non ci spero tanto, ma se volete farmi un regalo ecco la solita wishlist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Cosa potrei desiderare da una vita che mi da tutto (tranne un lavoro e un reddito) ?&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1 - VESTITI&lt;br/&gt;2 - VESTITI&lt;br/&gt;3 - VESTITI&lt;br/&gt;4 - bhe dai anche qualche stronzata &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;con discreta utilit&amp;agrave;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; per la mia astronave (la mia bellissima nissan micra) non sarebbe male, per&amp;ograve; vi avviso che, avendo gli air bag, i coprisedili non sono contemplati (grrr io odio gli air bag)&lt;br/&gt;5 - &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; Devo ammettere che ho scoperto in profumeria un profumo stra dolce che mi &amp;egrave; piaciuto tantissimo, nonostante non sia una grande fan dei profumi non naturali...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fragrancenet.com/images/photos/BLACK_XS_W.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Percui se c'avete una 40ina di euri da sputtanare per me, sapete come XD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;6 - &lt;img align="top" src="http://www.dmpbooks.com/covers/dr_myself.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mi sa che questo &amp;egrave; la cosa pi&amp;ugrave; abbordabile di tutte ma va comprato d'importazione (compratelo in inglese che il giapponese ancora non lo so!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Ho adocchiato questa fantastica camicia(nel caso sceglieste l'opzione 1,2,3):&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://a964.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/45/l_0e8e770adeec8d1a5022fcb4ca0a098b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="294" src="http://a964.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/45/l_0e8e770adeec8d1a5022fcb4ca0a098b.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dejavustore.it/" target="_blank"&gt;www.dejavustore.it/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;S&amp;igrave;, lo so, costicchia un po' (viene 35 pi&amp;ugrave; spedizioni) ma era per darvi un'idea. Anche se devo ammettere che stare dietro la mia&lt;font size="5"&gt; OTOSIT&amp;agrave;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;egrave; difficile U_U&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Vabb&amp;egrave;, se non c'avete una lira come la sottoscritta buttatemi una birra :) ma ricordatevi di&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt;Venire a festeggiare con me alla vigilia del mio compleanno gioved&amp;igrave; 18 al kegs &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pnpiu.eu/component/option,com_events/task,view_detail/agid,1184/year,2008/month,12/day,18/Itemid,32/"&gt;&lt;img width="300" height="433" src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/2235/festagioved18finitont6.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt;...e alla vigilia di capodanno il 31 al rock club!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.pnpiu.eu/component/option,com_events/task,view_detail/agid,1130/"&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;img width="450" height="675" src="http://img383.imageshack.us/img383/4564/flyercapodannobiancajn8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="6" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;*PS: vorrei sottolineare che la numerazione non segue ordini di importanza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7751056232246265205?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7751056232246265205/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7751056232246265205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7751056232246265205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1537495239165344533</id><published>2008-12-02T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.lastampa.it/redazione/cmsSezioni/esteri/200812articoli/38715girata.asp"&gt;Bush: &amp;quot;Ho sbagliato in Iraq&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; Quando il berlusconianesimo fa scuola!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt; La germania c'aveva imitato Mussolini. Ora gli USA ci imitano Berlusconi!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Prima si fanno le puttanate ignorando l'opinione pubblica, poi si fa il &lt;font size="4"&gt;mea culpa &lt;/font&gt;dicendo cose che sapevano tutti (che in Iraq non c'erano armi di distruzione di massa, come peraltro dimostrato dagli &lt;strong&gt;inviati dell'ONU&lt;/strong&gt; anni e anni fa)&lt;br/&gt;E per finire con stile si trattengono i militari in Iraq ancora per non so quanti mesi!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Dall'articolo linkato sopra:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Il presidente ha comunque ribadito di credere profondamente nell&amp;rsquo;esigenza di mantenere le truppe americane in Iraq.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;laquo;Sono convinto che possiamo vincere&amp;raquo;&lt;/font&gt;, ha aggiunto Bush sottolineando di aver agito pensando di non voler veder morire soldati americani invano e di non essere mai sceso a compromessi con i suoi valori.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Vincere COSA!? La raccolta punti della Shell ?(Tanto lo sappiamo tutti perch&amp;egrave; le truppe stanno l&amp;agrave;) La partitina di Risiko col resto del mondo? Vincere cosa? Eh, Bush voleva la famosa &lt;font size="4" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VITTORIA DELLA DEMOCRAZIA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;che come &amp;egrave; risaputo si ottiene con le armi (Napoleone docet)&lt;br/&gt;Non vuoi &amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;veder morire soldati americani invano&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;?Invii delle truppe per farsi un viaggio culturale in Iraq? Per cosa diavolo ce le mandi? E' ovvio che rischiano la vita! Invano no... per il petrolio, mica invano! Per i giro di soldi (vedi nestl&amp;egrave; e company che forniscono cibo ai militari e dio solo sa quante altre multinazionali guadagnano soldi dello stato)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Questo autosmentirsi non vi ricorda qualcuno??&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; Proprio nessuno nessuno ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/prffglHRF9o&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/prffglHRF9o&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1537495239165344533?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1537495239165344533/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/12/bush-sbagliato-in-iraq-quando-il.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1537495239165344533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1537495239165344533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/12/bush-sbagliato-in-iraq-quando-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1860583995245266770</id><published>2008-11-19T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gH94aukVlo&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3gH94aukVlo&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1860583995245266770?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1860583995245266770/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1860583995245266770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1860583995245266770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8237529180335251362</id><published>2008-11-02T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi ben comincia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hum avevo pensato di postare qualcosa ma no...nulla renderebbe l'idea perci&amp;ograve; lascio stare.&lt;br/&gt;Per&amp;ograve; vi passo questa chicca che non c'entra un benemerito mazzo(e Halloween ormai &amp;egrave; pure passato).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ry-WlR9_wEI&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ry-WlR9_wEI&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8237529180335251362?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8237529180335251362/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hum-avevo-pensato-di-postare-qualcosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8237529180335251362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8237529180335251362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hum-avevo-pensato-di-postare-qualcosa.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1994926279303253243</id><published>2008-11-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotta all`omofobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="title"&gt;&lt;br gauntlet_tokenizer_reserved="" style="display: none;" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table width="" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="1" align="" summary=""&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;...So I find it unhealthy for a transgender to change the body following the mind, as I find unhealty following the body changing the mind. I think that both aspects are equally important in 'accepting yourself'. I don't think that sex-changing operation is an answer for not accepting who you are. However that's just my opinion and I'm open minded. What do you think about it?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;...Quindi trovo che sia malsano per un transgender cambiare il corpo seguendo la mente, come trovo malsano seguire il corpo cambiando la mente. Io penso che entrambe gli aspetti siano ugualmente importanti nell''accettare se stessi'. Non penso che le operazioni di cambio del sesso siano una risposta per il non accettare chi sei. Comunque &amp;egrave; solo la mia opinione e sono di larghe vedute. Cosa ne pensi ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;        &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;(Type O Negative)&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div id="artist"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center" id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My sex-change operation got botched&lt;br/&gt;My guardian angel fell  asleep on the watch&lt;br/&gt;Now all I got is a Barbie doll crotch&lt;br/&gt;I got an angry  inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got an angry  inch&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got an angry  inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm from the land where you still hear the cries&lt;br/&gt;I had to get  out, had to sever all ties&lt;br/&gt;I changed my name and assumed a disguise&lt;br/&gt;I got  an angry inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got  an angry inch&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got an  angry inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;The train is coming  and I'm tied to the track&lt;br/&gt;I try to get up but I can't get no slack&lt;br/&gt;I got  a&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My mother made my tits out of clay&lt;br/&gt;My  boyfriend told me that he'd take me away&lt;br/&gt;They dragged me to the doctor one  day&lt;br/&gt;I've got an angry inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches  back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got an angry inch&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches  back&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;I got an angry inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long story short:&lt;br/&gt;When I woke  up from the operation&lt;br/&gt;I was bleeding down there&lt;br/&gt;I was bleeding from the  gash between my legs&lt;br/&gt;My first day as a woman&lt;br/&gt;And already it's that time of  the month&lt;br/&gt;But two days later&lt;br/&gt;The hole closed up&lt;br/&gt;The wound healed&lt;br/&gt;And  I was left with a&lt;br/&gt;One inch mound of flesh&lt;br/&gt;Where my penis used to  be&lt;br/&gt;Where my vagina never was&lt;br/&gt;A one inch mound of flesh&lt;br/&gt;With a scar  running down it&lt;br/&gt;Like a sideways grimace&lt;br/&gt;On an eyeless face&lt;br/&gt;Just a  little bulge&lt;br/&gt;It was an angry inch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward and five inches  back&lt;br/&gt;The train is coming and I'm tied to the track&lt;br/&gt;I try to get up but I  can't get no slack&lt;br/&gt;I got a&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Six inches forward  and five inches back&lt;br/&gt;Stay under cover till the night turns to black&lt;br/&gt;I got  my inch and I'm set to attack&lt;br/&gt;I got an Angry Inch&lt;br/&gt;Angry Inch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1994926279303253243?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1994926279303253243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_01.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1994926279303253243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1994926279303253243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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bestia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font color="#330033"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo specchio&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Il bene che trovi negli altri &amp;egrave; anche in te.&lt;br/&gt;I difetti che trovi negli altri sono altrettanti tuoi difetti.&lt;br/&gt;Dopotutto, per riconoscere qualcosa devi conoscerlo.&lt;br/&gt;Le possibilit&amp;agrave; che vedi negli altri sono ugualmente possibilit&amp;agrave; per te.&lt;br/&gt;La bellezza che vedi attorno a te &amp;egrave; la tua bellezza.&lt;br/&gt;Il mondo attorno a te &amp;egrave; un riflesso, uno specchio che ti mostra la persona che sei&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Per cambiare il mondo, devi cambiare te stesso.&lt;br/&gt;Rimproverare e lamentarsi far&amp;agrave; solo peggiorare le cose.&lt;br/&gt;Di qualsiasi cosa ti preoccupi &amp;egrave; una tua responsabilit&amp;agrave;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cosa vedi negli altri, ti mostra te stesso.&lt;br/&gt;Vedi il meglio degli altri e sarai il tuo meglio.&lt;br/&gt;Dai agli altri e darai a te stesso.&lt;br/&gt;Apprezza la bellezza e sarai bellissimo.&lt;br/&gt;Ammira la creativit&amp;agrave; e sarai creativo.&lt;br/&gt;Ama e sarai amato.&lt;br/&gt;Cerca di capire e sarai capito.&lt;br/&gt;Ascolta e la tua voce sar&amp;agrave; sentita&lt;br/&gt;Insegna e imparerai&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mostra la tua faccia migliore allo specchio e sarai felice&lt;br/&gt;con&amp;nbsp; la faccia che riguarda te.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-74115699395179069?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/74115699395179069/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lo-specchio-il-bene-che-trovi-negli.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/74115699395179069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/74115699395179069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/lo-specchio-il-bene-che-trovi-negli.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4435683735132821160</id><published>2008-10-22T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi ben comincia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scuola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasioni speciali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekGRSgR09-I&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekGRSgR09-I&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt; IO C'ERO&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt; OCCUPARE non &amp;egrave; un'atto di violenza, come dice berlusconi qua:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSoh2I0Waj8" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSoh2I0Waj8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;VIOLENZA &amp;egrave; imporre un DECRETO senza consultare nessuno dal basso.&lt;br/&gt;VIOLENZA &amp;egrave; continuare a voler fare approvare un decreto diventato ormai LEGGE che NESSUNO VUOLE.&lt;br/&gt;VIOLENZA &amp;egrave; l'anticostituzionalit&amp;agrave; palese della legge.&lt;br/&gt;IO C'ERO e io non ho visto violenza da nessuna parte. Non ho visto bandiere di partiti n&amp;egrave; opposizione.&lt;br/&gt;NON occuperemo perch&amp;egrave; non prenderemo parte al gioco del rigirare la frittata. Io non ho mai visto tanti studenti tutti assieme e non ho mai visto un'assemblea cos&amp;igrave; democratica.&lt;br/&gt;Se su 10 scuole solo 6 presidi hanno chiamato la digos non significa che i restanti 4 presidi sono irresponsabili, significa che SONO D'ACCORDO CON GLI STUDENTI.&lt;br/&gt;Mi spiegate perch&amp;egrave; se una legge fa schifo a tutti dovrebbe passare lo stesso!? E' democrazia questa? Ma stiamo scherzando? Se vi servono soldi per salvare le banche rimetteteci il vostro stipendio (cio&amp;egrave; lo stipendio di circa 12 precari pagati 5 euro all'ora), basta met&amp;agrave; e state tranquilli che le banche le salvate.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;SE C'&amp;egrave; QUALCUNO CHE OCCUPA UN LUOGO PUBBLICO INGIUSTAMENTE non sono certo gli studenti delle superiori!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;img width="200" height="187" alt="" src="http://www.salviamoitalia.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/senato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4435683735132821160?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4435683735132821160/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/io-cero-occupare-non-unatto-di-violenza.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4435683735132821160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4435683735132821160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/io-cero-occupare-non-unatto-di-violenza.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6866008582428139188</id><published>2008-10-16T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se siete atei, riuscite ancora a credere nell'amore? Io non credo. Siete ormai degli animali aridi che si arrendono davanti al fatto che niente &amp;egrave; eterno, solo perch&amp;egrave; per voi l'assoluto non esiste. Rifuggete il confronto con l'assoluto-questa &amp;egrave; la verit&amp;agrave;- che sta l&amp;agrave;, davanti al vostro naso eppure continuate a ignorarlo. E vivrete la vostra misera vita aspettando con orrore che ogni cosa abbia la sua fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6866008582428139188?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6866008582428139188/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-siete-atei-riuscite-ancora-credere.html#comment-form' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6866008582428139188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6866008582428139188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-siete-atei-riuscite-ancora-credere.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2645369473711794175</id><published>2008-10-05T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ma per chi m'hai preso, mica ho 14 anni...e anche tu con la tua et&amp;agrave;...ma che cazzo fai...ma usala quella pd di testa...cresci diosanto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2645369473711794175?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2645369473711794175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-ma-per-chi-mhai-preso-mica-ho-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2645369473711794175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2645369473711794175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-ma-per-chi-mhai-preso-mica-ho-14.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-9016809690925740337</id><published>2008-10-02T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;L'amore pu&amp;ograve; portare a due cose: alla felicit&amp;agrave; completa o a una lenta e triste agonia&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;quot;No, no Oscar... per quanto ne so io l'amore...porta solo a una lenta e triste agonia...&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-9016809690925740337?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/9016809690925740337/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/pu-portare-due-cose-alla-felicit.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/9016809690925740337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/9016809690925740337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/10/pu-portare-due-cose-alla-felicit.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1467489533689750783</id><published>2008-09-28T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alla fine...&lt;br/&gt;l'istante in cui vedi qualcosa &amp;egrave; sfuggente&lt;br/&gt;non puoi godere dell'istante finch&amp;egrave; pensi al fatto che in un attimo l'hai perso&lt;br/&gt;e che passi 5 minuti o 20 a guardare un panorama resta il fatto che&amp;nbsp; quel momento lo perdi&lt;br/&gt;ma &amp;egrave; proprio questo il senso del ricordo&lt;br/&gt;quello stesso panorama lo potrai ricordare altre centinaia di migliaia di volte&lt;br/&gt;non &amp;egrave; fantastico poterlo fare? per&amp;ograve; devi partire dal fatto che non hai bisogno di aggrapparti a niente perch&amp;egrave; stai in piedi senza tenerti da nessuna parte&lt;br/&gt;il ricordo &amp;egrave; doloroso solo perch&amp;egrave; ti ci aggrappi perch&amp;egrave; sei cosciente del fatto che il tuo presente in confronto fa schifo..non &amp;egrave; che devi dimenticare o lavorare sul ricordo o altro, devi lavorare sul tuo presente che fa schifo !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1467489533689750783?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1467489533689750783/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/alla-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1467489533689750783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1467489533689750783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/alla-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7237909588472485822</id><published>2008-09-24T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Il fruscio del sacchetto di carta che emana un dolce e caldo profumo di castagne...&lt;br/&gt;Il sapore delle caldarroste gialle, ancora bollenti, condivise con qualcuno mentre si passeggia mano nella mano per le vie del centro, deserto perch&amp;egrave; c'&amp;egrave; la Bora e tutti si rinchiudono nei bar o nei cinema...il naso che cola e le mani fredde...&lt;br/&gt;Il calore di una densa cioccolata calda in un accogliente bar dove passare ore e ore a chiacchierare...&lt;br/&gt;Il vento che fa volare le foglie gialle e marroni, il viale pieno di foglie croccanti, da calpestare con foga come fossimo bambini.&lt;br/&gt;Le ombre che si proiettano lunge sulla strada, mentre tutto &amp;egrave; invaso dalla luce arancione del crepuscolo autunnale.&lt;br/&gt;Il profumo invernale dell'aria fredda che c'&amp;egrave; la sera, che arriva prima perch&amp;egrave; siamo in autunno.&lt;br/&gt;Le stelle che brillano prepotenti, Orione e la sua cintura e il carro che cambiano posizione ancora una volta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7237909588472485822?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7237909588472485822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/il-fruscio-del-sacchetto-di-carta-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7237909588472485822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7237909588472485822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/il-fruscio-del-sacchetto-di-carta-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4874356316680608031</id><published>2008-09-14T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ieri ho preso la Punto anzich&amp;egrave; la mia Pandina perch&amp;egrave; avevo poca benzina per andare e tornare dal Rock Club.&lt;br/&gt;Improvvisamente ho ricordato tutti i viaggi che ci siamo fatte io e la Punto, tutti i concerti che mi sono vista e i viaggi che ho fatto da sola. Perch&amp;egrave; c'era la pioggia e ricordo che quando viaggiavo da sola c'era la brutta stagione. Ho ricordato centinaia di posti e di occasioni, non riuscendo per&amp;ograve; a inquadrare bene quando e cosa andavo a vedere. Che cosa strana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4874356316680608031?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4874356316680608031/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ieri-ho-preso-la-punto-anzich-la-mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4874356316680608031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4874356316680608031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ieri-ho-preso-la-punto-anzich-la-mia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3013669303008917514</id><published>2008-09-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Ci voleva un bel post di critica e di attualit&amp;agrave;...&lt;br/&gt;Anche perch&amp;egrave; i giornali sono solo capaci di fare i portavoci acritici...c'&amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; giornalismo nei libri di storia cazzo. Io voglio le opinioni dei giornalisti (in un epoca in cui le notizie non volano, di pi&amp;ugrave;, saettano, ripetere quello che succede &amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; che mai inutile) non PINCOPALLO HA DETTO QUESTO...perch&amp;egrave; infatti dicono un sacco di bojate che nessun giornalista si azzarda a commentare e spiegare al popolo dei 'profani' che magari non se ne intendono e nella loro ignoranza ci restano pure. Grazie ai giornalisti lecchini, i cittadini sono persuasi meglio. Non era questo lo spirito del giornalismo per&amp;ograve;. Erano fogli di opinioni, ora sono solo carta straccia, sono solo ripetitori di notizie gi&amp;agrave; note.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;per&amp;ograve; stare un p&amp;ograve; di tempo on the road non mi spiacerebbe!&lt;br/&gt;&amp;ograve;.O&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;e per pagare la benzina e il cibo rapiniamo gli autogrill LOL?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;wahahah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;poi quel giorno del 'un giorno torneremo a casa' arriver&amp;agrave;&lt;br/&gt;ma non torneremo a casa, torneremo in italia come clandestine e ci processeranno per i furti e finiremo i nostri giorni in carceri sovraffollati&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;vabb&amp;egrave;, magari se siamo fortunate fanno l'indulto!&lt;br/&gt;lol&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;poi con la fedina penale sporca DOVE&amp;nbsp; ci assumono!?!?!&lt;br/&gt;l'unica speranza di sbocco lavorativo &amp;egrave; diventare spacciatrici asd&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;eh&lt;br/&gt;finch&amp;egrave; va, va!&lt;br/&gt;fanno una bella vita finch&amp;egrave; gli dura!&amp;ograve;.O&lt;br/&gt;certo che se ti beccano poi so' cazzi!asd&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma invece di farci beccare&lt;br/&gt;diventiamo collaboratrici della polizia e ci pariamo il culo LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sei un genio, cazzo!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;gli spacciatori o li beccano o schiattano di overdose... LOL&lt;br/&gt;ess&amp;igrave; eh asd&lt;br/&gt;passi farsi beccare la prima volta&lt;br/&gt;ma la seconda no eh asd&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;beh&lt;br/&gt;magari se ci impegnamo riusciamo a raggiungere qualche posizione di prestigio tra le alte sfere della mala&lt;br/&gt;saprei pure come sfogare i miei istinti dittatorali&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cio&amp;egrave; ci buttiamo in politica asd?!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;nooo&lt;br/&gt;troppo scontato e banale Ota!&lt;br/&gt;lol&lt;br/&gt;poi beccano pi&amp;ugrave; i politici che i mafiosi, quasi quasi!&lt;br/&gt;chiss&amp;agrave; perch&amp;egrave;!&lt;br/&gt;asdasdasd&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tanto se qualche magistrato rompe i coglioni&lt;br/&gt;basta dire che &amp;egrave; tutta una congiura e che non ci lasciano fare il nostro lavoro da scaldapoltrone!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;un pacco bomba e bon&lt;br/&gt;vabb&amp;egrave;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;poi bho tanto se succede qualcosa c'&amp;egrave; sempre a chi dare la colpa&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cambiamo un paio di leggi in nostro favore&lt;br/&gt;Cavaliere docet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;dici mafia di qua e mafia di la e la gente fa 'aaah allora non si pu&amp;ograve; fare niente ' e fanno bhooo&lt;br/&gt;eh fra i tifosi napoletani c'&amp;egrave; la camorra 'eeeeh bhooo' *spallucce*&lt;br/&gt;che ci vuoi fare?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma mi chiedo&lt;br/&gt;perch&amp;egrave; ste cose vengono fuori ORA?!?!?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;la camorra era l&amp;agrave; a recuperare pezzi su pezzi dei treni sfasciati dai tifosi&lt;br/&gt;per rivenderli al mercato nero al triplo del prezzo &lt;img alt="" src="http://logga.me/editor/fck/editor/images/smiley/rhymbox-1.0/cool.gif" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;vuoi che prima non si sapesse?&lt;br/&gt;wahahah&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma dai la camorra dietro i tifosi &amp;egrave; fantascienza&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;potremmo iniziare anche noi cos&amp;igrave;&lt;br/&gt;uhm&lt;br/&gt;che sia una bufala per dire&amp;quot;oooooooooooohhhh ma che bravo il governoooooo!!!!&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma il governo non ha fatto niente, pare che questa geniale idea del racket dietro i tifosi del napoli sia una trovata dei capi della polizia LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ah pure?!&lt;br/&gt;ma dio can&lt;br/&gt;uh&lt;br/&gt;fammi pensare&lt;br/&gt;avevo votato Veltroni alle ultime elezioni...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;io di pietro&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;penultime, Rosa nel Pugno&lt;br/&gt;ero indecisa anche con lui&lt;br/&gt;rosa nel grugno&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma mi sa che l'italia dei valori &amp;egrave; un eufemismo per dire 'l'isola che non c'&amp;egrave;' LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;magari loro intendono Valori monetari&lt;br/&gt;anzi quasi quasi manco quelli! :)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;valori niente proprio!&lt;br/&gt;al massimo valori bollati&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ahahaha! :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tanto ogni scusa &amp;egrave; buona per fare arrivare soldi nelle casse dello stato&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;uhm&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;altro che il buco nero di Ginevra LOL quello si che risucchia e fa sparire tutto LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;tipo foro del vento di Miroku! :D&lt;br/&gt;il buco nero &amp;egrave; il culo del berlusca&lt;br/&gt;seguito poi dall'intero corpo di ballo del parlamento&lt;br/&gt;lega in prima fila&lt;br/&gt;cristo&lt;br/&gt;aspetto di vedere gli effetti del federalismo qui in sardegna! :) vedremo se non vivremo mangiandoci le pantegane fra qualche anno&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;lol voglio proprio vedere LOL&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;cazzo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;per&amp;ograve; magari il sud si da una svegliata o muore finalmente cazzo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ah beh&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; da quando &amp;egrave; nata la repubblica italiana che il sud italia &amp;egrave; in stato terminale&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;noooo anche prima!!!!!o.o&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;un po' di piet&amp;agrave; per il sud, eutanasia subito!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LO &amp;egrave; SEMPRE STATA&lt;br/&gt;bistrattata da tutti&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;il problema &amp;egrave; che va sempre peggio&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ancor prima, il DUce...&lt;br/&gt;ma davvero&lt;br/&gt;e poi ti assicuro&lt;br/&gt;qua c'&amp;egrave; un nepotismo pazzesco&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;se sovvenzioni con soldi dello stato e fondi europei non aiuti, se li lasci alla mafia e alla camorra neanche...prima fanno cos&amp;igrave; poi col&amp;igrave; ma alla fine non risolvono un cazzo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; un gioco di specchi&lt;br/&gt;no&lt;br/&gt;non serve ad un cazzo dare soldi&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; come riempire un bicchiere bucato&lt;br/&gt;riempirai all'infinito dove ci sar&amp;agrave; sempre una falla&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(o il buco del culo di silvio LOL)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;il sistema va male&lt;br/&gt;e perder&amp;agrave; sempre&lt;br/&gt;quello caga soldi s&amp;igrave;!!&lt;br/&gt;:D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; come un 'il banco vince sempre' dove per&amp;ograve; il banco sono i mafiosi LOL&lt;br/&gt;e i delinquenti&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;non dimentichiamoci che il mondo ormai &amp;egrave; dei furbi, cara mia.... &lt;img alt="" src="http://logga.me/editor/fck/editor/images/smiley/rhymbox-1.0/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;e il banco paga, lo dimostra il fatto che abbiamo le carceri piene e le strade ancora pi&amp;ugrave; piene di gente che se la cava con pochi anni e poi esce&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;s&amp;igrave;, ma&lt;br/&gt;le scarcerazioni non sono a discrezione del giudice&lt;br/&gt;o del magistrato?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;no&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; che se fai il rito abbreviato, cio&amp;egrave; se scegli la versione slim invece del normale processo penale&lt;br/&gt;ti scalano gli anni di sicuro&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;all'ora di diritto dormivo, pardon!asd&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;poi se hai una buona condotta ti fanno uscire molto prima&lt;br/&gt;pensa che addirittura conviene spacciarsi per colpevoli anche in caso di innocenza che a conti fatti ti fai meno anni di prigione&lt;br/&gt;visto che per aspettare un processo normale passano anche decenni&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;grazie al cazzo, ma allora tanto vale che tolgano il processo normale!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;esattamente&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;O.O&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; uno scandalo, cazzo..........&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;la giustizia italiana sar&amp;agrave; al collasso per qualcosa no LOL ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;CIELO CADAVERE scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ogni tanto mi faccio una risata amara quando sento che la giustizia &amp;egrave; stata fatta... quando il diretto interessato muore di cause naturali!&lt;br/&gt;cio&amp;egrave;.................=.=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ophelia &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LOL&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; l'unica giustizia possibile in italia, quella divina LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3013669303008917514?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3013669303008917514/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ci-voleva-un-bel-post-di-critica-e-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3013669303008917514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3013669303008917514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/ci-voleva-un-bel-post-di-critica-e-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1975983901426797750</id><published>2008-09-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>C'&amp;egrave; gente che mi dice che mi segue il blog. Ma se volete sapere i cazzi miei non &amp;egrave; qua che dovete venire a leggere. Qui scrivo un paio di seghe mentali o il mio stato d'animo. Stavo anche pensando di fare un post sulla politica ma non ho davvero voglia.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Qui non c'&amp;egrave; nemmeno il 10% della mia vita. Che &amp;egrave; esattamente il mio scopo, visto che il blog lo pu&amp;ograve; leggere chiunque&lt;br/&gt;Sappiate che questo non &amp;egrave; un surrogato di Ota, se mi volete risentire, risentitemi, ma venire a leggere qua &amp;egrave; assolutamente inutile.&lt;br/&gt;Ammesso che Ota esista ancora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1975983901426797750?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1975983901426797750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/c-gente-che-mi-dice-che-mi-segue-il.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1975983901426797750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1975983901426797750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/09/c-gente-che-mi-dice-che-mi-segue-il.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6688112404683808109</id><published>2008-08-31T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se nel 70% dei casi in cui penso di dover dire qualcosa me ne stessi zitta, farei sai pi&amp;ugrave; bella figura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6688112404683808109?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6688112404683808109/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/se-nel-70-dei-casi-in-cui-penso-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6688112404683808109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6688112404683808109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/se-nel-70-dei-casi-in-cui-penso-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7385411393489505437</id><published>2008-08-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Discorsoni seri della serata con Livia come uditrice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ci sono due tipi di persone: quelli che sanno cosa fanno e quelli che non lo sanno.&lt;br/&gt;Queli che lo sanno, sanno anche le conseguenze di quello che fanno, che &amp;egrave; la parte pi&amp;ugrave; importante. Chi vive da&amp;nbsp; incosciente non sa ovviamente nemmeno le conseguenze di quello che fa'.(la cosa positiva &amp;egrave; che chi non sa quello che fa pu&amp;ograve; sempre essere ricondotto al capirsi e a sapere che sta facendo)&lt;br/&gt;Quelli che non sanno le conseguenze sono i pi&amp;ugrave; pericolosi: non sapendo quello che fanno potrebbero passare dall'aiutarti al ferirti, dal farti del bene al farti del male.&lt;br/&gt;Di quelli che sanno quello che fanno e sono perfettamente coscienti delle conseguenze, ci sono quelli che scelgono una strada e quelli che scelgono l'altra. Una strada &amp;egrave; cercare di procurare meno dolore possibile alle persone, quindi scelgono di fare del bene. Fare del bene non significa dire sempre la verit&amp;agrave;, perch&amp;egrave; a volte la verit&amp;agrave; fa male, come anche la menzogna. Ogni strumento a nostra disposizione &amp;egrave; solo uno strumento e come tale non &amp;egrave; n&amp;egrave; una cosa buona n&amp;egrave; cattiva, dipende dall'uso che ne facciamo...e chi non sa quello che fa, come pu&amp;ograve; sapere se l'uso che fa di qualcosa &amp;egrave; giusto(non procura dolore a nessuno) o sbagliato (procura dolore) ?&lt;br/&gt;L'altra strada &amp;egrave; la strada pi&amp;ugrave; semplice, dell'inganno e della falsit&amp;agrave;, dell'approfittarsi degli altri. Sfruttare gli altri per ottenere qualcosa: &amp;egrave; l'altra scelta, ma almeno &amp;egrave; una scelta e non un 'vivere a caso', non &amp;egrave; un'incoscienza imprevedibile. Da questo tipo di persone c'&amp;egrave; da aspettarsi una cosa sola: una spietata logica del 'faccio di tutto per il mio bene esclusivo a scapito degli altri'. Ma uno che &amp;egrave; &amp;quot;cattivo&amp;quot; e lo &amp;egrave; coscientemente, sa anche che gli altri possono fare lo stesso con lui, ma evidentemente per lui non &amp;egrave; un problema. E' una logica inattaccabile, perch&amp;egrave; il mondo l&amp;agrave; fuori &amp;egrave; cos&amp;igrave; che funziona. Il problema &amp;egrave; che questo &amp;egrave; un modo di comportarsi &amp;quot;sbagliato&amp;quot; nel senso che cercare di star bene facendo stare male gli altri non pu&amp;ograve; farci stare bene. Una persona con questo atteggiamento non sta mai rilassato, si aspetta sempre che gli altri lo freghino come lui cerca di fare con gli altri. Che vita &amp;egrave; mai questa? Ma se uno ha scelto cos&amp;igrave; io non sono nessuno per dire che non deve comportarsi cos&amp;igrave;. Perch&amp;egrave; ha scelto cos&amp;igrave; come io ho scelto altro e nessuno ha il diritto di andargli a rompere il cazzo. Se uno non approva la scelta dell'altro, si tiene a debita distanza e finisce l&amp;agrave;. Oppure cerca di fargli capire che &amp;egrave; stupido che la mano sinistra colpisca la destra, perch&amp;egrave; alla fine siamo legati tutti assieme e per giunta stiamo tutti sulla stessa barca. &lt;br/&gt;Che poi questo &amp;egrave; il mio pensiero parziale. &amp;quot;Cos&amp;igrave; &amp;egrave;, se vi pare&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;Chi altri tribvla, axe non da pace&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chi gli altri tribola, a s&amp;egrave; non da pace)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iscrizione sopra un porticato di Ascoli Piceno&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7385411393489505437?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7385411393489505437/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/discorsoni-seri-della-serata-con-livia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7385411393489505437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7385411393489505437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/discorsoni-seri-della-serata-con-livia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1069323006724604713</id><published>2008-08-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;[18.10.07] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; malaticcia :(&lt;br/&gt;[18.10.11] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; cos'hai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;[18.10.19] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; un'infezione virale alle tonsille&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;[18.10.27] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; :O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;[18.10.32] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; la stagione giusta&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;[18.10.39] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; mi disp&lt;br/&gt;[18.10.53] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; da quanto tempo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;[18.11.08] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; da ieri&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;[18.11.17] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; sigh&lt;br/&gt;[18.11.34] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; vab&amp;egrave; dai vedrai che in una settimana ritorni come nuova&lt;br/&gt;[18.11.36] &amp;lt;knopex02&amp;gt; :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;[18.11.58] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; mi frega niente&lt;br/&gt;[18.12.04] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; il mio problema &amp;egrave; un'altra malattia&lt;br/&gt;[18.12.17] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; &amp;egrave; a trasmissione sessuale e porta inevitabilmente alla morte:&lt;br/&gt;[18.12.20] &amp;lt;Ota_malaticcia&amp;gt; la vita&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1069323006724604713?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1069323006724604713/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1069323006724604713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1069323006724604713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/18.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2237652296144570386</id><published>2008-08-16T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Controllare il cellulare anche se non emette nessun suono...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2237652296144570386?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2237652296144570386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/controllare-il-cellulare-anche-se-non.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2237652296144570386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2237652296144570386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/controllare-il-cellulare-anche-se-non.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-110524355245784818</id><published>2008-08-15T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Patetica e ipocrita. Ma non ti vergogni ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-110524355245784818?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/110524355245784818/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/patetica-e-ipocrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/110524355245784818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/110524355245784818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/patetica-e-ipocrita.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7859913890993645791</id><published>2008-08-11T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;senti tu mi baceresti?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;sulla guancia s&amp;igrave;&lt;br/&gt;=*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma sulla bocca?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;ma no&lt;br/&gt;scordatelo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma che c'e di male?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;che mi fa schifo&lt;br/&gt;come se non bastasse, oltre a donna sei pure mia cugina &lt;/font&gt;&lt;img align="absmiddle" alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5718/xddl9.gif" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;appunto x questo non fa schifo&lt;br/&gt;eh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;il bacio &amp;egrave; una cosa seria &lt;img alt="" src="http://users.inetware.com/androniq/template/smile/sisi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma smettila!&lt;img align="absmiddle" alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5718/xddl9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;mica che lo puoi dare a destra e a manca&lt;br/&gt;devi darlo alla persona speciale che ami &lt;img alt="" src="http://users.inetware.com/androniq/template/smile/sisi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ma da dove arrivano sti discorsi?&lt;br/&gt;da te non di sicuro! &lt;img align="absmiddle" alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/5718/xddl9.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;tu dici che non c'&amp;egrave; niente di male&lt;br/&gt;io dico che cos&amp;igrave; mi volgarizzi il bacio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;me lo banalizzi e me lo rendi qualcosa di scontato&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sara scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#993366"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh vabbe che sar&amp;agrave; mai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7859913890993645791?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7859913890993645791/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sara-scrive-senti-tu-mi-baceresti-ota.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7859913890993645791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7859913890993645791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/sara-scrive-senti-tu-mi-baceresti-ota.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3177044247650733999</id><published>2008-08-09T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi sento una merda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3177044247650733999?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3177044247650733999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/mi-sento-una-merda.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3177044247650733999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3177044247650733999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/mi-sento-una-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7590692605703178682</id><published>2008-08-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certo che i calabroni sono proprio delle bestiazze cattive.&lt;br/&gt;Stasera ho sorpreso un calabrone che cercava di sfondarmi la (scrausissima) zanzariera, riuscendo quasi a sorpassare il bordo col velcro(in realt&amp;agrave; ce l'aveva fatta alla grande ma si era incastrato)...se non fosse che me ne sono accorta in tempo e prontamente ho spiaccicato la belva contro lo stipite della finestra...oops scusa, non volevo spiaccicarti chiudendo la finestra...&lt;br/&gt;Insomma, anche se munita di zanzariera, devo arrendermi all'idea che qualcuno lass&amp;ugrave; mi vuole morta di caldo...perch&amp;egrave; l'unica &amp;egrave; chiudere la finestra o socchiuderla, altrimenti quei calabroni del cazzo mi sfondano l'ambaradan.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Datemi una zanzariera vera =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7590692605703178682?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7590692605703178682/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/certo-che-i-calabroni-sono-proprio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7590692605703178682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7590692605703178682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/certo-che-i-calabroni-sono-proprio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-891354630031840386</id><published>2008-08-05T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Non prendete paura per quello che leggerete.&lt;br/&gt;Ho scritto questo stasera.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Fuori, all'aperto...c'&amp;egrave; un'aria speciale. &lt;br/&gt;Piena di...emozione.&lt;br/&gt;Il cuore si &amp;egrave; fermato un attimo prima di tornare al suo ritmo costante e grigio...&lt;br/&gt;Il vento...le stelle ...vorrei dormire all'aperto...invece mi richiudo fra questi muri...ma il mio spirito vorrebbe essere lontano, perch&amp;egrave; &amp;egrave; gi&amp;agrave; stanco. Vieni liberazione.&lt;br/&gt;Non ho mai pensato alla morte in questi termini di libert&amp;agrave; assoluta, solo in quanto libert&amp;agrave; dal dolore.&lt;br/&gt;[...]&lt;br/&gt;Ma nessuno riuscir&amp;agrave; a strapparmi le ali nel mio mondo, nessuno mi toglier&amp;agrave; la voglia di volare.&lt;br/&gt;Io devo aspettare ma il mio cuore piange sangue.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-891354630031840386?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/891354630031840386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-prendete-paura-per-quello-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/891354630031840386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/891354630031840386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/non-prendete-paura-per-quello-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6027376657436421871</id><published>2008-08-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#000000"&gt;These fancy things, will never come in between&lt;br/&gt;You're part of my entity, here for Infinity&lt;br/&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br/&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br/&gt;If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart&lt;br/&gt;Because&lt;br/&gt;When the sun shines, we&amp;rsquo;ll shine together&lt;br/&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br/&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br/&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br/&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br/&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br/&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br/&gt;You can stand under my umbr&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6027376657436421871?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6027376657436421871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-fancy-things-will-never-come-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6027376657436421871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6027376657436421871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-fancy-things-will-never-come-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8775160770737500165</id><published>2008-07-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;Al/Zoe scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt; buona sega&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ota&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt; ciau&lt;br/&gt;tutto pene ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Al/Zoe scrive:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt; si cazzie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8775160770737500165?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8775160770737500165/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/alzoe-scrive-buona-sega-ota-scrive-ciau.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8775160770737500165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8775160770737500165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/alzoe-scrive-buona-sega-ota-scrive-ciau.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1699771258155607356</id><published>2008-07-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;No, cosa sono adesso non lo so &lt;br/&gt;sono un uomo, un uomo in cerca di se stesso  &lt;br/&gt;no, cosa sono adesso non lo so &lt;br/&gt;sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo&amp;hellip;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&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/989298403579380767-1699771258155607356?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1699771258155607356/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-cosa-sono-adesso-non-lo-so-sono-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1699771258155607356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1699771258155607356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-cosa-sono-adesso-non-lo-so-sono-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6204725754493541335</id><published>2008-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apro la finestra e senti che profumo, l&amp;agrave; fuori...che aria fresca, oltre la zanzariera...due stelle e le cicale...Vorrei che fossi qui.&lt;br/&gt;A volte mi sembra di rincorrere un sogno etereo, inconsistente e che alla fine mi deluder&amp;agrave;, altre volte ci credo davvero. Ma non questa sera. Stasera mi rendo conto che c'&amp;egrave; un prezzo da pagare veramente alto.&lt;br/&gt;E intanto io mi strazio cos&amp;igrave;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night is the only mother we have/Wait is my own father...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6204725754493541335?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6204725754493541335/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/apro-la-finestra-e-senti-che-profumo-l.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6204725754493541335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6204725754493541335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/apro-la-finestra-e-senti-che-profumo-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7291866997508877051</id><published>2008-07-28T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="1"&gt;Ma in effetti ho paura. Perch&amp;egrave; sono cos&amp;igrave; pirla? Occorre rispondere in questo modo ? Cacciare chiunque mi venga a tendere una mano ? Da dove esce questo terrore di mostrarmi? Ho pi&amp;ugrave; paura di ferire o di essere ferita ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7291866997508877051?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7291866997508877051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ma-in-effetti-ho-paura.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7291866997508877051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7291866997508877051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ma-in-effetti-ho-paura.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-4688286740891824214</id><published>2008-07-28T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amo il mio lavoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="testo_oroscopi"&gt;&amp;quot;Siete dei terapeuti a tempo pieno e riuscite sempre a dare consigli davvero speciali, che sono di grandissimo aiuto a chi li richiede e ci&amp;ograve; vi porta a godere di una profonda stima da parte di coloro che ne beneficiano, tanto che finite spesso con il diventare anche delle figure di grande riferimento per la loro vita, veri e propri modelli.&lt;br/&gt;Ma tutto ci&amp;ograve; a volte nasconde un pericolo nel quale non dovete assolutamente incappare, ossia la possibilit&amp;agrave; di vedervi soltanto e sempre come chi &amp;egrave; d'aiuto, ritrovandovi poi da soli quando invece ad avere bisogno di un aiuto, di un sostegno siete proprio voi. Infatti l'eccessiva identificazione con il ruolo di terapeuta, maestro, pu&amp;ograve; portare a bloccarvi nel chiedere aiuto, nel farvi sostenere in un momento di difficolt&amp;agrave;, o semplicemente a trovare una spalla su cui potervi appoggiare in un attimo di tristezza.&lt;br/&gt;La vostra grande generosit&amp;agrave; pu&amp;ograve; poi fungere da blocco al vostro vivere da persone normali e la paura di portare fuori le debolezze, potrebbe chiudervi a riccio in una sorta di solitudine, dalla quale difficilmente vi sar&amp;agrave; possibile venir fuori, soprattutto se continuate a volervi identificare soltanto nel ruolo di chi d&amp;agrave; e non di chi riceve.&lt;br/&gt;La sfida esistenziale pi&amp;ugrave; grande infatti per voi, &amp;egrave; caratterizzata dall'imparare a costruire rapporti simmetrici, basati sullo stesso piano e a trovare il modo di non sbilanciare quelli che sono i naturali ruoli di una relazione, imparando soprattutto a chiedere e a non attendersi che gli altri empaticamente possano capire quelli che sono i vostri bisogni.&lt;br/&gt;Lezione da apprendere: imparare ad andare oltre la maschera.&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4688286740891824214?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4688286740891824214/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/dei-terapeuti-tempo-pieno-e-riuscite.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4688286740891824214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4688286740891824214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/dei-terapeuti-tempo-pieno-e-riuscite.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7578472691055314822</id><published>2008-07-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiuto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7578472691055314822?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7578472691055314822/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aiuto.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7578472691055314822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7578472691055314822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/aiuto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3415260099171148973</id><published>2008-07-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amo il mio lavoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi ben comincia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;quot;Mi ha fatto piacere parlarti&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;Una frase che sento spesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3415260099171148973?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3415260099171148973/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha-fatto-piacere-parlarti-una-frase-che.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3415260099171148973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3415260099171148973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha-fatto-piacere-parlarti-una-frase-che.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2787097160428516566</id><published>2008-07-20T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chiss&amp;agrave; perch&amp;egrave; mi riesce pi&amp;ugrave; facile riordinare le altre stanze piuttosto che camera mia...&lt;br/&gt;E questa agitazione...sta cominciando a rompersi qualcosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2787097160428516566?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2787097160428516566/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/chiss-perch-mi-riesce-pi-facile.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2787097160428516566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2787097160428516566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/chiss-perch-mi-riesce-pi-facile.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1977171820180556560</id><published>2008-07-16T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.terramiaristorante.com/History/wine_btl.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Voglio tanto, tanto, tanto vino, vino a fiumi, a secchiate...&lt;br/&gt;Voglio bere cos&amp;igrave; tanto da far svergognare Bacco...&lt;br/&gt;Questo mezzo &amp;egrave; l'unico che mi &amp;egrave; rimasto per viaggiare...&lt;br/&gt;Voglio l'uva che ha respirato quell'ossigeno e quell'inquinamento, voglio l'uva del nulla, del senza futuro, voglio quello stramaledetto Montepulciano. Per poter odiare le sue origini.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1977171820180556560?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1977171820180556560/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/voglio-tanto-tanto-tanto-vino-vino.html#comment-form' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1977171820180556560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1977171820180556560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/voglio-tanto-tanto-tanto-vino-vino.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7031753101732413293</id><published>2008-07-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ho sentito questa canzone in un film in televisione e ho subito cercato pezzi delle frasi per trovarne il testo e il gruppo, poi ho cercato su youtube. Questo &amp;egrave; il risultato&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Lphv2oXrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4Lphv2oXrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7031753101732413293?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7031753101732413293/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ho-sentito-questa-canzone-in-un-film-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7031753101732413293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7031753101732413293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ho-sentito-questa-canzone-in-un-film-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3165426549104381254</id><published>2008-07-13T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chi ben comincia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ore 4.20 circa... torno in camera mia, neanche il tempo di accendere la luce e scappo sbattendo la porta perch&amp;egrave; ho riconosciuto quel fortissimo ronzio...calabroni =_= .&lt;br/&gt;Sveglio mia madre che rincorre la bestia feroce e la uccide, anche se se ne esce con una mano gonfissima.&lt;br/&gt;Ore 4.41 ... dopo 20 minuti che sono al pc, decido che &amp;egrave; decisamente ora di staccare la spina e vado a dormire.&lt;br/&gt;Ora imprecisata: mia madre a forza di chiedermi dove ho messo la macchina mi sveglia, dopo che ho ripetuto non so quante volte, mezza cosciente, che l'avevo parcheggiata a valmaura (cazzo non posso mica sapere il nome di tutte le vie...).&lt;br/&gt;Ma il bello viene dopo...&lt;br/&gt;Ore 8.55 mi rassegno e mi alzo..camera mia oltre al calabrone di prima ospitava altri insetti ostili e fastidiosi... spero di averne ucciso un paio perch&amp;egrave; mi hanno rotto le balle all'infinito...mi alzo e spero che magari ci sia qualche altra camera pi&amp;ugrave; vivibile per rimettermi a dormire (che ora del cazzo!).&lt;br/&gt;Ci sono altri esseri umani dentro casa svegli, fra cui mia madre...e mi dice che &amp;egrave; stata ben UN ORA E MEZZA per ricercare la panda!!! S&amp;igrave; ma...serviva? NO...&amp;egrave; solo che se la figlia lascia la macchina lontano da casa allora bisogna andare in paranoia, sprecare benzina e poi venirsi a lamentare...potevo benissimo andarla a riprendere io una volta sveglia...ma no mio padre &amp;egrave; pirla e fa di testa sua...(rivoglio la benzina che mi hanno mangiato quei due imbecilli per cercare una punto dance bianca per tutta valmaura).&lt;br/&gt;Direi che avrei anche il diritto di avere le balle che girano a mille...prendo il letto pieghevole e vado in camera di mia madre...tempo 2 minuti ricompare una strana bestia svolazzante che probabilmente &amp;egrave; un altro calabrone (si vede che mia madre si diverte tanto a ucciderle quando entrano dalle finestre di notte, visto che sono anni che ha comprato delle zanzariere, sono 20 anni che ogni estate le rompo le balle ma sempre a capo siamo...).&lt;br/&gt;Quindi adesso sono qui al pc... sono fottutamente sveglia... &amp;egrave; domenica mattina...non c'&amp;egrave; un cazzo di nessuno... e non mi fanno riposare... ma andate a cagare va'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3165426549104381254?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3165426549104381254/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ore-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3165426549104381254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3165426549104381254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ore-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7459217419984240758</id><published>2008-07-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.147-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Times New Roman" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia"&gt;sicuramente &amp;egrave; un periodo il problema dei periodi &amp;egrave; che non ne conosci la  durata... e se fosse un periodo di 90 anni?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia" color="#ffffff"&gt;Oddio no, altri novant'anni cos&amp;igrave; non li reggo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7459217419984240758?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7459217419984240758/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/sicuramente-un-periodo-il-problema-dei.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7459217419984240758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7459217419984240758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/sicuramente-un-periodo-il-problema-dei.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3773225733669891431</id><published>2008-07-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iced tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Secondo me i problemi partono tutti dal fatto che:&lt;br/&gt;Il mondo l&amp;agrave; fuori vuole convincerci tutti che il sesso &amp;egrave; l'unica cosa che da senso alla vita oppure non c'&amp;egrave; sesso senza amore e non c'&amp;egrave; amore senza sesso e altre cazzate...al mondo fa comodo avere una leva per costringerci a fare le cose pi&amp;ugrave; insensate e stupide. La verit&amp;agrave; &amp;egrave; che la gente &amp;egrave; ossessionata dal sesso come l'alcolista &amp;egrave; ossessionato dall'alcol, non basta mai, se ne vuole sempre di pi&amp;ugrave; e pi&amp;ugrave; lo si cerca disperatamente e meno risolve problemi(e pi&amp;ugrave; il sesso fa schifo). Ossessioni, dipendenze, MALATTIA porca puttana!&lt;br/&gt;Secondo me l'origine di ogni male deriva da l&amp;agrave;, perch&amp;eacute; la gente non riesce a immaginare la propria vita senza questa componente, perch&amp;eacute; in effetti la loro vita &amp;egrave; vuota. La cosa peggiore &amp;egrave; che quando lo dico a qualcuno, mi pigliano per pazza. Il sesso a sproposito, il sesso dovunque volgi lo sguardo ormai &amp;egrave; normalit&amp;agrave;, dire che la cosa &amp;egrave; malata e non tanto normale fa strano.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pi&amp;ugrave; in generale per&amp;ograve;, il problema parte dal fatto che la gente non si conosce...vive, tira avanti, gira a caso e il primo pensiero va sempre al salvare il proprio culo, non importa come. Di capire gli altri non se ne parla proprio..d'altronde uno che non si capisce da solo cosa dovrebbe capire degli altri ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS: invidiare la fortuna altrui &amp;egrave; stupido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3773225733669891431?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3773225733669891431/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/secondo-me-i-problemi-partono-tutti-dal.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3773225733669891431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3773225733669891431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/secondo-me-i-problemi-partono-tutti-dal.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5094264709985392169</id><published>2008-07-11T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahahaa&lt;br/&gt;Dai, se tutto va bene divento pazza e sto a cavallo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5094264709985392169?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5094264709985392169/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahahahaa-dai-se-tutto-va-bene-divento.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5094264709985392169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5094264709985392169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahahahaa-dai-se-tutto-va-bene-divento.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8722685210237964007</id><published>2008-07-07T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mavaffanculo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-8722685210237964007?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/8722685210237964007/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/mavaffanculo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8722685210237964007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/8722685210237964007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/mavaffanculo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5120387662570077812</id><published>2008-07-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.amicigg.it/curiosita/puffi/brontolone.gif" /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Io &lt;em&gt;odio&lt;/em&gt; l'ovulazione...&lt;br/&gt;Lol forse era meglio metterci puffetta XD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;(E comunque anche la sinusite ha rotto le balle...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5120387662570077812?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5120387662570077812/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/io-odio-lovulazione.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5120387662570077812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5120387662570077812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/07/io-odio-lovulazione.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2148400500941016018</id><published>2008-06-29T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amo il mio lavoro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;Avete finito di ringraziarmi ? Poi mi gonfio di orgoglio XD ebbasta! Io non ho ancora fatto niente...&lt;br/&gt;Anna, come sempre, aveva solo che ragione.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2148400500941016018?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2148400500941016018/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/avete-finito-di-ringraziarmi-poi-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2148400500941016018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2148400500941016018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/avete-finito-di-ringraziarmi-poi-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6595235720741746647</id><published>2008-06-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasioni speciali'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br/&gt;Where theres music and theres people&lt;br/&gt;And theyre young and alive&lt;br/&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br/&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br/&gt;Because I havent got one&lt;br/&gt;Anymore&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br/&gt;Because I want to see people and i&lt;br/&gt;Want to see life&lt;br/&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br/&gt;Oh, please dont drop me home&lt;br/&gt;Because its not my home, its their&lt;br/&gt;Home, and Im welcome no more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;br/&gt;Crashes into us&lt;br/&gt;To die by your side&lt;br/&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;br/&gt;And if a ten-ton truck&lt;br/&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;br/&gt;To die by your side&lt;br/&gt;Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br/&gt;Take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br/&gt;I dont care, I dont care&lt;br/&gt;And in the darkened underpass&lt;br/&gt;I thought oh god, my chance has come at last&lt;br/&gt;(but then a strange fear gripped me and i&lt;br/&gt;Just couldnt ask)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take me out tonight&lt;br/&gt;Oh, take me anywhere, I dont care&lt;br/&gt;I dont care, I dont care&lt;br/&gt;Driving in your car&lt;br/&gt;I never never want to go home&lt;br/&gt;Because I havent got one, da ...&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I havent got one&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And if a double-decker bus&lt;br/&gt;Crashes into us&lt;br/&gt;To die by your side&lt;br/&gt;Is such a heavenly way to die&lt;br/&gt;And if a ten-ton truck&lt;br/&gt;Kills the both of us&lt;br/&gt;To die by your side&lt;br/&gt;Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh, there is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;br/&gt;There is a light and it never goes out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6595235720741746647?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6595235720741746647/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6595235720741746647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6595235720741746647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-light-and-it-never-goes-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2460383339278637656</id><published>2008-06-27T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A chi non piace lazy town ???&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7mG5pQ-s2U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7mG5pQ-s2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2460383339278637656?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2460383339278637656/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/chi-non-piace-lazy-town.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2460383339278637656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2460383339278637656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/chi-non-piace-lazy-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-714988946485152911</id><published>2008-06-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Every day you must say &lt;br/&gt;So, how do I feel about my life ?  &lt;br/&gt;Anything is hard to find &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open your eyes &lt;br/&gt;When will  you accept yourself ? &lt;br/&gt;I am sick and I am dull &lt;br/&gt;And I am plain &lt;br/&gt;How  dearly I'd love to get carried away &lt;br/&gt;Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not  coming true &lt;br/&gt;And time is against me now...oh &lt;br/&gt;Oh, who and what to blame ?  &lt;br/&gt;Oh, anything is hard to find &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open your eyes &lt;br/&gt;When  will you accept yourself, for heaven's sake ? &lt;br/&gt;Anything is hard to find  &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open your eyes &lt;br/&gt;Every day you must say &lt;br/&gt;Oh, how do I  feel about the past ? &lt;br/&gt;Others conquered love - but I ran &lt;br/&gt;I sat in my room  and I drew up a plan &lt;br/&gt;Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do)  &lt;br/&gt;And time is against me now...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And there's no-one left to blame  &lt;br/&gt;Oh, tell me when will you ...&lt;br/&gt;When will you accept your life ? &lt;br/&gt;(The  one that you hate) &lt;br/&gt;For anything is hard to find &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open  your eyes &lt;br/&gt;Every day you must say &lt;br/&gt;Oh, how do I feel about my shoes ?  &lt;br/&gt;They make me awkward and plain &lt;br/&gt;How dearly I would love to kick with the  fray ... &lt;br/&gt;But I once had a dream (and it never came true) &lt;br/&gt;And time is  against me now...&lt;br/&gt;Time is against me now...&lt;br/&gt;And there's no one but  yourself to blame &lt;br/&gt;Oh, anything is hard to find &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open  your eyes &lt;br/&gt;Anything is hard to find; for heaven's sake !&lt;br/&gt;Anything is hard  to find &lt;br/&gt;When you will not open your eyes &lt;br/&gt;When will you accept yourself ?  &lt;br/&gt;When ? &lt;br/&gt;When ? &lt;br/&gt;When ? &lt;br/&gt;When ? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-714988946485152911?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/714988946485152911/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-day-you-must-say-so-how-do-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/714988946485152911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/714988946485152911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/every-day-you-must-say-so-how-do-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2721704882803082892</id><published>2008-06-17T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcool'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Bevi?&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;S&amp;igrave;, qualcosa, ogni tanto&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mpffffffffffffffffffff XD&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nessuno nella mia situazione potrebbe biasimarmi.&lt;br/&gt;Bevitrice pulsionale-autistica.&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/989298403579380767-2721704882803082892?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2721704882803082892/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/qualcosa-ogni-tanto-mpfffffffffffffffff.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2721704882803082892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2721704882803082892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/qualcosa-ogni-tanto-mpfffffffffffffffff.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3967941387864681462</id><published>2008-06-15T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotta all`omofobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Th&amp;ograve; pirla questo &amp;egrave; per te...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkV-of_eN2w&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkV-of_eN2w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt; You think I'm an ignorant savage&lt;br/&gt;And you've been so many places&lt;br/&gt;I guess it must be so&lt;br/&gt;But still I cannot see&lt;br/&gt;If the savage one is me&lt;br/&gt;How can there be so much that you don't know?&lt;br/&gt;You don't know ...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You think you own whatever land you land on&lt;br/&gt;The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim&lt;br/&gt;But I know every rock and tree and creature&lt;br/&gt;Has a life, has a spirit, has a name&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You think the only people who are people&lt;br/&gt;Are the people who look and think like you&lt;br/&gt;But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger&lt;br/&gt;You'll learn things you never knew you never knew&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon&lt;br/&gt;Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?&lt;br/&gt;Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?&lt;br/&gt;Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?&lt;br/&gt;Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest&lt;br/&gt;Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth&lt;br/&gt;Come roll in all the riches all around you&lt;br/&gt;And for once, never wonder what they're worth&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The rainstorm and the river are my brothers&lt;br/&gt;The heron and the otter are my friends&lt;br/&gt;And we are all connected to each other&lt;br/&gt;In a circle, in a hoop that never ends&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How high will the sycamore grow?&lt;br/&gt;If you cut it down, then you'll never know&lt;br/&gt;And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For whether we are white or copper skinned&lt;br/&gt;We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains&lt;br/&gt;We need to paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You can own the Earth and still&lt;br/&gt;All you'll own is Earth until&lt;br/&gt;You can paint with all the colors of the wind&lt;/font&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3967941387864681462?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3967941387864681462/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/th-pirla-questo-per-te.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3967941387864681462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3967941387864681462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/th-pirla-questo-per-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6225076248785093736</id><published>2008-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In bilico fra la lucida follia e l'apatia.&lt;br/&gt;Ormai vivo in una realt&amp;agrave; assurda.&lt;br/&gt;Cio&amp;egrave;, naturalmente tutto dipende dal punto di vista, se la realt&amp;agrave; assurda era quella in cui vivevo prima o questa in cui sto ora.&lt;br/&gt;Guardatemi, infondo quello che faccio lo faccio perch&amp;egrave; non avevo niente di meglio da fare, non faccio che dire questo.&lt;br/&gt;Che &amp;egrave; pi&amp;ugrave; o meno quello che spinge l'umanit&amp;agrave; intera a fare qualcosa per passare il tempo.. o no?&lt;br/&gt;Ormai ignoro totalmente il significato della parola 'divertimento'. Riesco a divertirmi e a stare bene solo quando ho in mano una bottiglia. Ma in ogni caso sono comunque da sola. E' come una specie di doppia vita, una inizia alle 9 e smette alle 5, arriva l'altra dalle 5 alle nove del giorno dopo. Ma sono sempre io la cogliona, alla fine. Non c'&amp;egrave; abbastanza libert&amp;agrave; in questo mondo per me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6225076248785093736?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6225076248785093736/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-bilico-fra-la-lucida-follia-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6225076248785093736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6225076248785093736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-bilico-fra-la-lucida-follia-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5575034613983262249</id><published>2008-06-13T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotta all`omofobia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasioni speciali'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG il questionario dei tre giorni...perch&amp;egrave; nessuno me ne ha mai parlato ? XD&lt;br/&gt;Che spanzo. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VsFRJopZwsI&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VsFRJopZwsI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5575034613983262249?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5575034613983262249/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-il-questionario-dei-tre-giorni.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5575034613983262249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5575034613983262249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/omg-il-questionario-dei-tre-giorni.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2294951519419964948</id><published>2008-06-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Burn down the disco&lt;br/&gt;Hang the blessed DJ&lt;br/&gt;Because the music that they constantly play&lt;br/&gt;IT SAYS NOTHING TO ME ABOUT MY LIFE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2294951519419964948?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2294951519419964948/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/burn-down-disco-hang-blessed-dj-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2294951519419964948'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxQcBKUPm8o&amp;amp;hl=it" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxQcBKUPm8o&amp;amp;hl=it"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4463085704167316971?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4463085704167316971/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4463085704167316971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4463085704167316971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6684611919155970663</id><published>2008-05-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenti rincoglioniti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;quot;Ma no te capissi niente!&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;No, razza di deficiente, sei tu che non hai capito un cazzo. Non &amp;egrave; con una scarpa diversa dall'altra che diventi originale. Cretino. Tu e tutti quegli altri che fanno ste troiate. Andatevi a nascondere, voi e i vostri lacci fosforescenti. Se dovete essere originali, usate cervello e buongusto. Sempre ammesso che ne abbiate, di cervello&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6684611919155970663?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6684611919155970663/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-te-capissi-niente-no-razza-di.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6684611919155970663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6684611919155970663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-te-capissi-niente-no-razza-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-154152737463633096</id><published>2008-05-24T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fanculo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-154152737463633096?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/154152737463633096/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/fanculo.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/154152737463633096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/154152737463633096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/fanculo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-256581978753562541</id><published>2008-05-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antonio rezza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ua5Em9jGz14&amp;amp;hl=en" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="355" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ua5Em9jGz14&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-256581978753562541?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/256581978753562541/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/256581978753562541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/256581978753562541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1508769295797302653</id><published>2008-05-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;How soon is now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;When you say it's gonna happen &amp;quot;now&amp;quot;&lt;br/&gt;Well, when exactly do you mean ?&lt;br/&gt;See, i've already waited too long&lt;br/&gt;And all my hope is gone&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1508769295797302653?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1508769295797302653/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-soon-is-now-you-say-its-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1508769295797302653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1508769295797302653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-soon-is-now-you-say-its-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7233364123323889323</id><published>2008-05-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaggiare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La strada &amp;egrave; ancora lunga, ma sono meno angosciata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7233364123323889323?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7233364123323889323/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-strada-ancora-lunga-ma-sono-meno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7233364123323889323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7233364123323889323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-strada-ancora-lunga-ma-sono-meno.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1974047351925366934</id><published>2008-05-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.150-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vecchiaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vuoto, vuoto. Una voragine. A che cazzo serve alzarsi con un umore tanto discreto per coricarsi scazzati e semiapatici ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1974047351925366934?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1974047351925366934/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/vuoto-vuoto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1974047351925366934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1974047351925366934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/vuoto-vuoto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1508116508840686047</id><published>2008-05-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letteratura - articoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l`ignoranza è una brutta bestia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.maine207.org/south/departments/lrc/ophelia.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Ophelia&lt;em&gt;...la follia d'amore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1508116508840686047?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1508116508840686047/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/ophelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1508116508840686047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1508116508840686047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/ophelia.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-6466771688776187737</id><published>2008-05-12T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A volte mangi del cibo e ti sembra di mangiare sabbia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-6466771688776187737?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/6466771688776187737/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/volte-mangi-del-cibo-e-ti-sembra-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6466771688776187737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/6466771688776187737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/volte-mangi-del-cibo-e-ti-sembra-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5223086581672119563</id><published>2008-05-11T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I capi che regneranno sulla Terra saranno dei violenti; s'impadroniranno dei beni dei loro soggetti. Prevarr&amp;agrave; la casta dei servi. Breve sar&amp;agrave; la loro vita, insaziabili i loro desideri; conosceranno appena la piet&amp;agrave;. Coloro che posseggono abbandoneranno agricoltura e commercio, vivranno passando allo stato dei servi o esercitando professioni varie. I capi, sotto pretesti fiscali, deruberanno e spoglieranno i loro sudditi e distruggeranno la propriet&amp;agrave; dei privati. &lt;em&gt;La sanit&amp;agrave; morale e la legge diminuiranno di giorno in giorno, il mondo sar&amp;agrave; totalmente pervertito e l'empiet&amp;agrave; prevarr&amp;agrave; fra gli uomini. Movente della devozione sar&amp;agrave; soltanto la salute fisica; solo legame fra i sessi sar&amp;agrave; la passione; unica via di successo la falsit&amp;agrave;- La terra sar&amp;agrave; venerata soltanto per i suoi tesori materiali. Le vesti sacerdotali sostituiranno le qualit&amp;agrave; del sacerdote. Una semplice abluzione significher&amp;agrave; purificazione, la razza sar&amp;agrave; incapace di produrre nascite divine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Gli uomini chiederanno: quale autorit&amp;agrave; hanno i testi tradizionali            ? I matrimoni cesseranno di essere un rito.&lt;br/&gt;Gli atti di devozione,            anche eseguiti, non produrranno alcun risultato.&lt;br/&gt;Ogni ordine di vita sar&amp;agrave; simile promiscuamente per tutti (...)            Colui che possieder&amp;agrave; e distribuir&amp;agrave; pi&amp;ugrave; denaro sar&amp;agrave;            padrone degli uomini che concentreranno i loro desideri sull'acquisto            anche disonesto della ricchezza.&lt;br/&gt;Ogni uomo si creder&amp;agrave; pari a un bramano. La gente avr&amp;agrave;            terrore della morte e paventer&amp;agrave; le carestie; soltanto per questo            conserver&amp;agrave; un'apparente religiosit&amp;agrave;. Le donne non seguiranno            gli ordini dei loro mariti e dei genitori. Esse saranno egoiste, abbiette,            mentitrici, discentrate e si attaccheranno ai dissoluti. Diventeranno            oggetto soltanto di soddisfacimento sensuale&amp;quot;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5223086581672119563?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5223086581672119563/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-capi-che-regneranno-sulla-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5223086581672119563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5223086581672119563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-capi-che-regneranno-sulla-terra.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-698955346147868898</id><published>2008-05-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And maybe love is letting people be just what they want to be&lt;br/&gt;The door always  must be left unlocked&lt;br/&gt;To love when circumstance may lead someone away from  you&lt;br/&gt;And not to spend the time just doubting&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/989298403579380767-698955346147868898?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/698955346147868898/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-maybe-love-is-letting-people-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/698955346147868898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/698955346147868898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-maybe-love-is-letting-people-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-751418700287723764</id><published>2008-05-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3" face="Georgia"&gt;Qualcuno mi deve spiegare perch&amp;egrave; se dormo 4 ore sono sveglissima ma sento una stanchezza infinita, mentre se dormo 8 ore non sono n&amp;egrave; sveglia n&amp;egrave; riposata........ma che cazzo vuol dire ????&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-751418700287723764?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/751418700287723764/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/qualcuno-mi-deve-spiegare-perch-se.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/751418700287723764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/751418700287723764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/qualcuno-mi-deve-spiegare-perch-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-1032259186305049999</id><published>2008-05-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;SGRUNT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;T_______T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#000000" style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just as long as you let me know, you won't be bad to me&lt;br/&gt;So the birds in the  sky won&amp;rsquo;t be sad and lonely&lt;br/&gt;'Coz they know that I've got my one and  only&lt;br/&gt;They'll be glad, you're not bad to me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-1032259186305049999?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/1032259186305049999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/sgrunt-tt-just-as-long-as-you-let-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1032259186305049999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/1032259186305049999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/05/sgrunt-tt-just-as-long-as-you-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3513817519293130599</id><published>2008-04-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amicizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;And morning I'll be onto it&lt;br/&gt;From square one start&lt;br/&gt;And push it for a  bit&lt;br/&gt;Like I do everyday...&lt;br/&gt;I'll get it down for sure&lt;br/&gt;But tonight I climb  with you&lt;br/&gt;Tonight&lt;br/&gt;So high with you&lt;br/&gt;Tonight I shine with  you&lt;br/&gt;Tonight&lt;br/&gt;Oh I'm so alive with you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&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/989298403579380767-3513817519293130599?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3513817519293130599/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-morning-ill-be-onto-it-from-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3513817519293130599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3513817519293130599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-morning-ill-be-onto-it-from-square.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7867756350315900061</id><published>2008-04-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malattia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma chi voglio prendere in giro...non riuscir&amp;ograve; a dormire stanotte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7867756350315900061?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7867756350315900061/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/ma-chi-voglio-prendere-in-giro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7867756350315900061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7867756350315900061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/ma-chi-voglio-prendere-in-giro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-5222715261441018748</id><published>2008-04-27T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>15/11/96&lt;br/&gt;Caro diario&lt;br/&gt;E' *** che ti parla, caro diario: oggi non c'&amp;egrave; il sole e per questo mi sento isolata. Per&amp;ograve; so lo stesso che il mio angelo &amp;egrave; sempre con me. Confido a lui i miei pensieri e li dico anche a te. Cosa significa per te il bianco ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-5222715261441018748?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/5222715261441018748/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/151196-caro-diario-e-che-ti-parla-caro.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5222715261441018748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/5222715261441018748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/151196-caro-diario-e-che-ti-parla-caro.html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-7699526316333103123?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/7699526316333103123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7699526316333103123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/7699526316333103123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/tt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-3443864564543724062</id><published>2008-04-22T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azzi miei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dichiarazione d`intenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persone idiote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;Ota | AAA persone intelligenti cercasi scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&amp;egrave; troppo difficile perdonare mia sorella&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff"&gt; Lord Galamoth scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ccffff"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;perch&amp;egrave;?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt; Ota | AAA persone intelligenti cercasi scrive:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;perch&amp;egrave; mi ha fatto molte cattiverie&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sono nata per suo capriccio, quando c'ero non giocava con me perch&amp;egrave; doveva studiare&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;mi ha sempre trattata da superiore, non da complice&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&amp;egrave; sempre stata una madre indesiderata e comunque con la pretesa di avere su di me una certa autorit&amp;agrave;...non avendola, quando mi rompevo il cazzo di lei e mi arrabbiavo la picchiavo e lei 'MAMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH'...... io non ho mai chiamato la mamma per difendermi&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;....9 anni di differenza......&amp;nbsp; nove!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;potrei pensare 'beh era una ragazzina e non capiva un cazzo, non sapeva quel che faceva&amp;igrave;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ma lo fa ancora oggi ...ancora oggi cerca di comprarmi coi ricatti, coi regali, con qualsiasi cosa&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;non ha mai fatto niente per farsi amare&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;come ti sentiresti se un tuo ipotetico fratello o sorella cercasse di comprarti dandoti dei regali e poi rinfacciandotelo dicendo 'embh&amp;egrave;? dov'&amp;egrave; l'affetto fraterno che mi spetta?'&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3443864564543724062?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3443864564543724062/comments/default' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-7302517869709986526</id><published>2008-04-14T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letteratura - articoli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I ask you to pass through life at my side- to be      my second self, and best earthly companion.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Per favore.. addomesticami&amp;quot;, disse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Volentieri&amp;quot;, rispose il piccolo principe, &amp;quot;ma non ho molto tempo, per&amp;ograve;. Ho da scoprire degli amici, e da conoscere molte cose.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Non si conoscono che le cose che si addomesticano&amp;quot;, disse la volpe. &amp;quot;Gli uomini non hanno pi&amp;ugrave; tempo per conoscere nulla. Comprano dai mercanti le cose gi&amp;agrave; fatte. Ma siccome non esistono mercanti di amici, gli uomini non hanno pi&amp;ugrave; amici. Se tu vuoi un amico, addomesticami!&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Che bisogna fare?&amp;quot;, domand&amp;ograve; il piccolo principe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Bisogna essere molto pazienti&amp;quot;, rispose la volpe. &amp;quot;In principio tu ti siederai un po' lontano da me, cos&amp;igrave;, nell'erba. Io ti guarder&amp;ograve; con la coda dell'occhio e tu non dirai nulla. Le parole sono una fonte di malintesi. Ma ogni giorno tu potrai sederti un po' pi&amp;ugrave; vicino..&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-4117440277983036733?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/4117440277983036733/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/favore.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4117440277983036733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/4117440277983036733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/favore.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-2500791160701532310</id><published>2008-04-01T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff9900"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rest upon the riverbank, worshipper of my thrills&lt;br/&gt;The crackling of the dead  leaves counts the steps&lt;br/&gt;that lead me to the sea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&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/989298403579380767-2500791160701532310?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2500791160701532310/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-rest-upon-riverbank-worshipper-of-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2500791160701532310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2500791160701532310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-rest-upon-riverbank-worshipper-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-580657347610641247</id><published>2008-03-26T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citazioni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arte'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="rattodiproserpina" src="http://files.splinder.com/8d0fbb8e5e4a6ced966c863917b62474.jpeg" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-3647615473108538228?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/3647615473108538228/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/03/amorepsiche.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3647615473108538228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/3647615473108538228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/03/amorepsiche.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989298403579380767.post-8352779323476689481</id><published>2008-03-24T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:45:05.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riflessioni random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0" align="left" summary=""&gt;&lt;br/&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br/&gt;        &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;Ich bin das Gute&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             das B&amp;ouml;se in dir&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin die Glut&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             in deinen Augen&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin der J&amp;auml;ger&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             der Gejagte&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin das Blut&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             an deinem Schwert&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             &lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin dein Herr&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             dein Meister dein Gott&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich zeige dir den Weg zu mir&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin dein Herr&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             dein Meister dein Gott&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich zeige dir den Weg zu mir&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             &lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin das Schwarze&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             das wei&amp;szlig;e an dir&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin das Licht&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             das dir Leben schenkt&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin das Rot des Blutes&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             das dir entrinnt&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             Ich bin dein Leben&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffcc99"&gt;             du entkommst mir nicht&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;Io sono il Bene,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Il Male in te&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;               Io sono l'Ardore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Dentro ai tuoi occhi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono il Cacciatore,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             La Preda&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono l'Anima&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Dentro il tuo Acciaio*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono il tuo Signore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Il tuo Mastro, i tuo Dio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io ti addirto quel cammino verso me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono il tuo Signore&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Il tuo Mastro, i tuo Dio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io ti addirto quel cammino verso me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono il Nero&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Il Bianco dentro te&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono la Luce&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             L'esistenza che ti &amp;egrave; stata donata&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono il rosso del sangue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Che sgorga da te&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Io sono la tua esistenza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;            &lt;font color="#99ccff"&gt;             Tu non mi puoi scampare&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt; 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I couldn't hear a word you said &lt;br/&gt;I couldn't hear at all &lt;br/&gt;You talked until your tongue fell out &lt;br/&gt;And then you talked some more&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I knew if I turned, knew if i turned&lt;br/&gt;I'd turn away from you &lt;br/&gt;And I couldn't look back &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tell yourself we'll start again &lt;br/&gt;Tell yourself it's not the end &lt;br/&gt;Tell yourself it couldn't happen &lt;br/&gt;Not this way &lt;br/&gt;Not today&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff6600"&gt; Not today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;!-- END TAG --&gt;&lt;noscript language="javascript"&gt;&amp;amp;lt;a href=&amp;amp;quot;http://ads.addynamix.com/click/2-2125147-2&amp;amp;quot;&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;img src=&amp;amp;quot;http://ads.addynamix.com/creative/2-2125147-2&amp;amp;quot; border=0&amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989298403579380767-2195114475138625975?l=aimieibiografi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/feeds/2195114475138625975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-couldnt-hear-word-you-said-i-couldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2195114475138625975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989298403579380767/posts/default/2195114475138625975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aimieibiografi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-couldnt-hear-word-you-said-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ota</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXB5sWpq8Gw/Tv9NvRqpBJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5dZ5UMPcCLo/s1600/6607747007_a6fe40d1a6_z.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
