<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:23:41.054+02:00</updated><category term='PENSIERI...'/><category term='IL RESPIRO NELLA NOTTE'/><category term='MENTRE ANDAVANO..VENIVANO'/><category term='METAMORFOSI'/><category term='L&apos;uomo e il suo ambiente'/><category term='LA PASSIONE DI LAURA'/><category term='CORPO A CORPO'/><category term='Telepatia - Ricerca Rete'/><title type='text'>art883girl</title><subtitle type='html'>"LA CAMPANA DI VETRO PERSISTEVA INTORNO A ME....E ORA SAPEVO CHE NON SI SAREBBE MAI INFRANTA"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5283404791383696273</id><published>2009-06-12T23:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:08:37.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONSIGLI DALLA LUNA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SjLDU3Th4gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YYM-LwL6fdk/s1600-h/S6003854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SjLDU3Th4gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YYM-LwL6fdk/s400/S6003854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346550470852862466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00:28 10 giugno2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È mercoledì? Per me è martedì notte  fuori c’è una luna bellissima…&lt;br /&gt;Penso e mi rendo conto che sono cambiate davvero tante cose.&lt;br /&gt;È un periodo solitario..onirico..&lt;br /&gt;Penso all’amore come una cosa “fatata”..come sognare ad occhi semi-aperti..&lt;br /&gt;Starei osservare la luna per tutta la notte…quante domande che ho fatto alla luna in tutta questa mia Vita…&lt;br /&gt;Sì,la mia vita…strana..un po’ come me d’altronde..lunatica..senza obiettivi costanti..&lt;br /&gt;Vivo la vita così…giorno per giorno..&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio qualcuno, forse il mio angelo custode: ho un lavoro, una famiglia che mi vuole bene a “modo suo”….gli amici… pochi…quelli che mi sono rimasti…dal mio carattere orrendo.&lt;br /&gt;Per quanto io cerco di migliorare i miei difetti, vengono sempre fuori moltiplicati all’ennesima potenza..nel momento più sbagliato…in un brutto periodo. Quanto mi odio quando succedono queste cose.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto è difficile lottare perché non succedono mai.&lt;br /&gt;Poi conosci persone, le conosci meglio, le conosci a fondo fino ai difetti…e allora lì subentra l’autodifesa, chiamata sopportazione…&lt;br /&gt;Quando in una coppia persistono più i difetti che i pregi..il rapporto è destinato a finire…&lt;br /&gt;Questi miei 27 anni non li ho ancora sentiti bene, è passato tutto così in fretta….&lt;br /&gt;Lottare e sacrificare…..&lt;br /&gt;Volere e cercare….che legame hanno questi…”desideri”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buonanotte dolce pensiero..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5283404791383696273?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5283404791383696273/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5283404791383696273' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5283404791383696273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5283404791383696273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/06/consigli-dalla-luna.html' title='CONSIGLI DALLA LUNA....'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SjLDU3Th4gI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YYM-LwL6fdk/s72-c/S6003854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-1635253645846473605</id><published>2009-04-24T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:31:44.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.....lavori in corso.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SfHpNrAtMcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ccSYKXkUqRU/s1600-h/S6003804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SfHpNrAtMcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ccSYKXkUqRU/s400/S6003804.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328296255249265090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-1635253645846473605?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1635253645846473605/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=1635253645846473605' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1635253645846473605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1635253645846473605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lavori-in-corso.html' title='.....lavori in corso.......'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SfHpNrAtMcI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ccSYKXkUqRU/s72-c/S6003804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-816184092918135083</id><published>2009-03-09T22:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:49:16.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TRASFORMARSI......IN QUALCOSA DI DIVERSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SbWOSu_6L8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2VUGmj9jXc8/s1600-h/S6003628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SbWOSu_6L8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2VUGmj9jXc8/s400/S6003628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311307788058243010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ho niente da dire...ma solo che sta arrivando per me un lungo passaggio della mia Vita... la vita è un palcoscenico...ne sono sempre più convinta...ad ognuno la sua parte del proprio Film...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-816184092918135083?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/816184092918135083/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=816184092918135083' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/816184092918135083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/816184092918135083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/03/trasformarsiin-qualcosa-di-diverso.html' title='TRASFORMARSI......IN QUALCOSA DI DIVERSO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SbWOSu_6L8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/2VUGmj9jXc8/s72-c/S6003628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-545667734185919926</id><published>2009-01-07T18:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T18:52:19.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentirsi.......DONNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWTpJlAAWFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z3A3vJsGmi8/s1600-h/S6003098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWTpJlAAWFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z3A3vJsGmi8/s400/S6003098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288608213200033874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWTpJBW6LtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tT7g26IJsmU/s1600-h/Copia+di+narcisando.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWTpJBW6LtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/tT7g26IJsmU/s400/Copia+di+narcisando.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288608203632422610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;femmina, si per l'intesita' della luce del colore&lt;br /&gt;donna,no perche' manca la complessita' del volto.&lt;br /&gt;animale, si perche' c'e' la forza selvaggia dello sguardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-545667734185919926?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/545667734185919926/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=545667734185919926' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/545667734185919926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/545667734185919926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sentirsidonna.html' title='Sentirsi.......DONNA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWTpJlAAWFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/z3A3vJsGmi8/s72-c/S6003098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-818578803238207256</id><published>2009-01-05T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:39:43.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ravenna a - 8°</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXBz12P5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M2YwwI_Lj88/s1600-h/S6003093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXBz12P5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M2YwwI_Lj88/s400/S6003093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287814232349753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXBMTcIdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kn8jssFk1PQ/s1600-h/S6003092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXBMTcIdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Kn8jssFk1PQ/s400/S6003092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287814221736452562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXAuUbB9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wm9b6TJSPZ4/s1600-h/S6003091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXAuUbB9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/wm9b6TJSPZ4/s400/S6003091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287814213687510994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gennaio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigio il ciel, la terra brulla,&lt;br /&gt;questo mese poverello&lt;br /&gt;nella sporta non ha nulla&lt;br /&gt;ma tien vivo un focherello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senza greggia e campanello&lt;br /&gt;solo va, pastor del vento.&lt;br /&gt;Con la nevesul cappello&lt;br /&gt;fischia all'uscio il suo lamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breve il dì, lunga la notte,&lt;br /&gt;cerca il sole con affanno.&lt;br /&gt;Ha le tasche vuote e rotte,&lt;br /&gt;ma nasconde il pan d'un anno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-818578803238207256?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/818578803238207256/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=818578803238207256' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/818578803238207256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/818578803238207256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/ravenna-8.html' title='Ravenna a - 8°'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIXBz12P5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/M2YwwI_Lj88/s72-c/S6003093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-4589924691123023579</id><published>2009-01-05T14:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:00:25.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPODANNO 2009</title><content type='html'>Che dire..penso che queste immagini non hanno parole per essere descritte e se volete farvi 2 risate andate su youtube e cercate: notte di capodanno 2009 molto oltre a Ravenna.... &lt;br /&gt;propositi nn ne ho....i giorni cmq sia fanno sempre il loro corso...vorrei essere piu realizzata che so fare delle mostre artistiche....c'è qualcuno che può aiutarmi in questo?? no,vero???&lt;br /&gt;un bacione a tutti coloro che leggeranno...e un vero sentito BUON ANNO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIRDn8mQoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/T5XPcPvZkTo/s1600-h/S6003082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIRCc1KAUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/1MDPfbPDEto/s400/S6003048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287807646282940738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-4589924691123023579?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4589924691123023579/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=4589924691123023579' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4589924691123023579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4589924691123023579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2009/01/capodanno-2009.html' title='CAPODANNO 2009'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SWIRDn8mQoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/T5XPcPvZkTo/s72-c/S6003082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-4784972084555851112</id><published>2008-10-07T14:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:11:20.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SEGNI D'ARMONIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SPIvolHT5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Pol5l-bcs8/s1600-h/S6002994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SPIvolHT5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Pol5l-bcs8/s400/S6002994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256316089298839138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SPIuXnMy_RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vwZzqJg792Y/s1600-h/S6003008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SPIuXnMy_RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vwZzqJg792Y/s400/S6003008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256314698289315090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SOtYY0KUgaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lZPIhCDMIYg/s1600-h/segni+d%27armonie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SOtYY0KUgaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/lZPIhCDMIYg/s400/segni+d%27armonie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254390573599850914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno ci svegliamo con un pensiero,&lt;br /&gt;molto spesso è diverso...&lt;br /&gt;Ogni sera ci addormentiamo con un pensiero,&lt;br /&gt;anch'esso diverso...&lt;br /&gt;Ogni inizio e ogni fine della "nostra" giornata è sempre diverso.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto succede nel trascorrere del tempo...&lt;br /&gt;di un tempo con misura convenzionale.&lt;br /&gt;In questo trascorrere del tempo vivo una "routine" legata al mio modo di sopravvivere.&lt;br /&gt;La cosa bella in tutto questo?&lt;br /&gt;La possibilità di percepire dei segni, che vanno oltre alla nostra ruota..&lt;br /&gt; senzazioni di una musica sonora che proviene da dentro se stessi,&lt;br /&gt;in cui l'anima traspare, e quello è il momento più intenso che compensa tutto il contorno,gli ingredienti per "alimentare" le giornate,&lt;br /&gt;questi segni nell'aria...&lt;br /&gt;segni d'armonie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-4784972084555851112?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4784972084555851112/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=4784972084555851112' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4784972084555851112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4784972084555851112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/10/segnidarmonie.html' title='SEGNI D&apos;ARMONIE'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SPIvolHT5mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/5Pol5l-bcs8/s72-c/S6002994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5143666760382642590</id><published>2008-09-18T23:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:30:10.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GIORNATA UGGIOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNOzkP1oVnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r-BrDtojppw/s1600-h/uggiosa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNOzkP1oVnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r-BrDtojppw/s400/uggiosa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735426124895858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CELEONO%7E1%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;14&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sogno di abbracciare un amico vero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; che non voglia vendicarsi su di me di un suo momento amaro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; e gente giusta che rifiuti d'esser preda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; di facili entusiasmi e ideologie alla moda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ma che colore ha una giornata uggiosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ma che sapore ha una vita mal spesa&lt;/span&gt;...(Lucio Battisti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Personalmente odio cercare il "vero" significato e interpretare&lt;br /&gt;filologicamente i testi delle canzoni...io credo che dopotutto nelle canzoni ci immedesimiamo e non facciamo altro che cercare di azzeccare quella giusta al momento giusto....&lt;br /&gt;Oggi va così...fuori pove, la pioggia può piacere o non piacere, a me sta semplicemente sul cazzo, ma poi se sei in casa a riflettere e ti capita di ascoltare questa canzone....il testo non può passare di certo inosservato....&lt;br /&gt;e chi non sogna di avere un vero amico...e quanto condivido di abolire i modaioli!!!&lt;br /&gt;non che ce l'abbia con loro.....per carità....è che tutto troppo basato sul fottuto Bisness...che a poco a poco ci sta mangiando tutti!!&lt;br /&gt;per il momento cerco di sopravvivere.....anche alla pioggia, che comunque sia....avrà sempre il suo perchè....&lt;br /&gt;Un bacio a tutti coloro che mi fanno credere che esista la vera amicizia!&lt;br /&gt;Ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5143666760382642590?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5143666760382642590/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5143666760382642590' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5143666760382642590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5143666760382642590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/normal-0-14-false-false-false.html' title='GIORNATA UGGIOSA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNOzkP1oVnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r-BrDtojppw/s72-c/uggiosa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-3600519085979752717</id><published>2008-09-18T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:41:00.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'>RITORNO AL PASSATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNLJXuNTEVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RTJFMphbhb8/s1600-h/ele+servizio+fotografico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNLJXuNTEVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RTJFMphbhb8/s400/ele+servizio+fotografico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247477925218029906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CELEONO%7E1%5CIMPOST%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;14&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt; 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	margin:70.85pt 2.0cm 2.0cm 2.0cm; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Tabella normale"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;RITORNO AL PASSATO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Dopo 2 anni le cose cambiano, il primo anno si chiama adattamento, il secondo anno si chiama la transizione, il terzo anno si chiama la scelta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Se mi dovessi descrivere non saprei da dove partire, beh, per facilitarmi partirei dall’esterno:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;sesso femminile di un metro e sessanta se ci arrivo, in carne e formosa..ma ce la sto mettendo tutta per ritornare come 3 anni fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..e ce la farò!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Una moretta sulla ventina, anche se in realtà sarei più verso i 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Ho 2 bellissimi occhi espressivi e profondi e le labbra ben disegnate (queste sono le 2 cose che mi salvano)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; peccato per il naso, la moretta col nasone.. che poi sta anche bene sul mio viso, su un’altra persona magari starebbe malissimo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Poi guardandomi bene dico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;”Come sono orrenda”. Eppure continuo a VEDERCI&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;qualcosa di bello in tutto ciò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Insomma, io credo di non passare inosservata. Nel bene o nel male la gente si ricorda di me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.l’importante è ricordarsi dell’Ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Spesso mi chiedo come mi vedono gli altri dall’esterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..in fondo penso di essere un soggetto da conoscere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.perchè a pelle no credo di essere davvero Vera. Do me stessa a chi se lo merita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sono cambiata e come se lo sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;mi sono calmata un bel po’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Se penso&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a 4/5 anni fa non mi riconoscerei. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Si cresce e come corre sta crescita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.io nn ci sto più dietro, ma con niente proprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.tutto mi passa davanti e io rimango li senza neanche accorgermi di essere protagonista del mio Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;E sinceramente non saprei che genere assegnare a questo mio Film, un misto tra avventura, drammatico, erotico, splatter, commedia, fantastico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;……&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;diviso in Periodi tra di loro totalmente diversi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Che dire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.non rimpiango nulla del mio passato e penso anche di non avere nessun rimorso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Si, probabile per le passioni “ferme” e “abbandonate”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ma quelle rimangono nel Cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..quello che fa andare avanti il Film&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;E l’ANIMA???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Quanto mistero intorno a lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;……&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;eppure io sono quasi convinta che “lei” è la nostra motrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.la nostra TELECAMERA NASCOSTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sarà perchè 4/5 anni fa mi successe un fatto davvero strano, forse avevo dato troppo il collo...ma sicuramente non stavo sognando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;anzi sono proprio sicura che stavo morendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.la sensazione?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Non c’è sensazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..”vedi” per la prima volta la tua anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;……&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;un nano secondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..senza limite di tempo, è stata una perdita di cognizione del tempo, ho sentito lei “sospesa”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Che pessimo ricordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;ma stasera è andata così&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;……&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;un tuffo al passato, così, senza un motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-3600519085979752717?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3600519085979752717/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=3600519085979752717' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3600519085979752717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3600519085979752717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/ritorno-al-passato.html' title='RITORNO AL PASSATO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SNLJXuNTEVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/RTJFMphbhb8/s72-c/ele+servizio+fotografico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-7158131901000702468</id><published>2008-09-12T21:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:51:28.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Apocalisse "cresce"......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMrICF38VII/AAAAAAAAAGA/o1SOUBlW-IE/s1600-h/S6002958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMrICF38VII/AAAAAAAAAGA/o1SOUBlW-IE/s400/S6002958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245224654288475266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMrF8RdRZcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lWoj7uifus4/s1600-h/S6002959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMrF8RdRZcI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lWoj7uifus4/s400/S6002959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245222355295364546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-7158131901000702468?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7158131901000702468/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=7158131901000702468' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7158131901000702468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7158131901000702468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/lapocalisse-cresce.html' title='L&apos;Apocalisse &quot;cresce&quot;......'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMrICF38VII/AAAAAAAAAGA/o1SOUBlW-IE/s72-c/S6002958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-6505718126759532477</id><published>2008-09-04T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:05:39.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Apocalisse"  in costruzione...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA_GuQnEOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GYkeQ2FchXk/s1600-h/S6002953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA_GuQnEOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GYkeQ2FchXk/s400/S6002953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242259350988722402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA7jcIk6GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4_DEiaV2yuY/s1600-h/S6002950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA7jcIk6GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4_DEiaV2yuY/s400/S6002950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242255446292883554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA3_9QJy6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ocF6YwgsRk/s1600-h/S6002951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMA3_9QJy6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/8ocF6YwgsRk/s400/S6002951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242251538172857250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-6505718126759532477?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6505718126759532477/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=6505718126759532477' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6505718126759532477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6505718126759532477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/apocalisse-in-costruzione.html' title='&quot;Apocalisse&quot; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMAxIgtjQgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-0tCmJ3JZ-g/s400/S6002949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242243988548960770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;....titolo: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cattiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;questa sarà la tela degli esperimenti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;ora come ora la tengo ma molto presto ci dipingerò nuovamente sopra....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;l'evoluzione nell'evoluzione....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;ho in mente di qualcosa di molto più impressionante....qualcosa tipo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vittime&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; Ho deciso che ogni cosa che faccio, ogni ciofeca, ogni capolavoro...sarà pubblicato qui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I miei lavori in corso pure...così vi rendete conto di come cambiano di giorno in giorno ogni passaggio di pennellate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;posso solo ricavarne autocritica e/o autostima, che in questo momento è proprio quello di cui ho bisogno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;a volte mi sento vuota, piatta..proprio come questo quadro......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;dedicato a tutte le persone che sotto il sole di ogni giorno soffrono, rapimenti, omicidi....invidia, cattiveria della gente, ipocrisia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;l'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ennesimo peccato capitale&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Siate però sinceri: vi suscita qualche emozione questo quadro....o posso tranquillamente eliminarlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Grazie per la collaborazione...Art883Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-6589961070435224585?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6589961070435224585/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=6589961070435224585' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6589961070435224585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6589961070435224585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/09/esperimento-quadro-n1.html' title='Esperimento quadro n°1'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SMAxIgtjQgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-0tCmJ3JZ-g/s72-c/S6002949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5665714367112312797</id><published>2008-08-29T19:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:43:30.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VOLTE RITORNANO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SLgyhblwrTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dEnnz39k_bE/s1600-h/1350Copy_of_christensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SLgyhblwrTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dEnnz39k_bE/s400/1350Copy_of_christensen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239993716368780594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ciao a tutti….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sono quasi 2 mesi che non clicco su questo blog…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;E oggi mi è presa questa voglia di navigare su e giù per blog fino ad arrivare al mio….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sorprendendomi addirittura dai commenti lasciati da persone che nn pensavo….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ma cosa ho fatto tutto questo tempo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dove sono andati i miei pensieri?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cosa è realmente successo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Io non lo so bene cosa è successo…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;O forse lo so troppo bene…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e mi scuote, mi distrugge, mi da carica e mi scarica…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;no, non è un indovinello….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Credo che ci sia questa sottile vibrazione attorno a noi che non si staccherà mai fino al giorno della nostra Morte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Penso alla persone che mi hanno reso felice, che mi hanno fatto riflettere o che mi hanno dato per un momento la possibilità di credere in qualcosa, quelle persone che come me non danno niente per scontato…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A volte passa talmente tanto tempo nel rivedere una persona e sono poche quelle che in quell’occasione sanno colmarti di Nuovo nell’assenza di quei giorni, di quelle settimane, mesi e addirittura anni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cosi mi capita anche nella pittura….dopo mesi che non dipingevo…..SONO RINATA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L’emozione è la stessa…..la stessa passione…..ma che meraviglia!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Non so che dire di questa estate…..e nn scrivo niente, forse più avanti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Per adesso rimango qui. Vi lascio ai vostri commenti. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;GRAZIE A TUTTI….A VOI CHE MI FATE VIVERE!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5665714367112312797?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5665714367112312797/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5665714367112312797' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5665714367112312797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5665714367112312797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/08/volte-ritornano.html' title='A VOLTE RITORNANO...'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SLgyhblwrTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dEnnz39k_bE/s72-c/1350Copy_of_christensen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-1610053851848321524</id><published>2008-07-03T01:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:45.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...IRISH SKY! GIUGNO 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SG0J2FQ4zLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kEdoylMe6q0/s1600-h/S6002598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SG0J2FQ4zLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kEdoylMe6q0/s400/S6002598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218838367922867378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SGwbbyCGvwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zA4gjAEpRpA/s1600-h/S6002673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SGwbbyCGvwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zA4gjAEpRpA/s400/S6002673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218576232316583682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SGwYz54tZNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/67azZ7KQSpY/s1600-h/S6002511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SGwYz54tZNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/67azZ7KQSpY/s400/S6002511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218573348206634194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-1610053851848321524?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1610053851848321524/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=1610053851848321524' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1610053851848321524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1610053851848321524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/07/irish-sky-giugno-2008.html' title='...IRISH SKY! GIUGNO 2008'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SG0J2FQ4zLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kEdoylMe6q0/s72-c/S6002598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-8776749302845991429</id><published>2008-05-19T18:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:45.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Locandina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDGpeul4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qwDHQwpmqJU/s1600-h/shakespeare+poster++a4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDGpeul4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qwDHQwpmqJU/s400/shakespeare+poster++a4-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202125389957720034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-8776749302845991429?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8776749302845991429/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=8776749302845991429' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8776749302845991429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8776749302845991429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/locandina.html' title='Locandina'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDGpeul4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qwDHQwpmqJU/s72-c/shakespeare+poster++a4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5436875861216962923</id><published>2008-05-19T01:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:45.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'ELE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDC4Kul4Z8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FGI_Vk4P1_0/s1600-h/L%27ELE..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDC4Kul4Z8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FGI_Vk4P1_0/s400/L%27ELE..JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201860064058042306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;L’Ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;L’apparenza purtroppo è il nostro &lt;i style=""&gt;biglietto da visita&lt;/i&gt; e da esso può arrivare un interesse&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;e se questo arriva ha &lt;i style=""&gt;“a pelle”&lt;/i&gt; un esito positivo o negativo, ma è già un buon auspicio: non è passata comunque inosservata!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno mostriamo di noi una immagine, superficiale, breve, fuggitiva e non appena notiamo di essere osservati per un istante durato più degli altri, studiamo bene l’obiettivo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte ti succede di incontrare persone che non vedi da tanto tempo perché magari l’ultima volta che le avevi viste era accaduto un brutto episodio, e ti senti già un altro &lt;i style=""&gt;personaggio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chissà poi perché Tutte le persone a cui ho lasciato il mio biglietto da visita continuano a ricordarsi di Me. Mi rivalutano ogni volta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credo di essere giunta a una conseguenza:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;L’Ele non si &lt;i style=""&gt;odia&lt;/i&gt; mai fino in fondo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;l’Ele non si &lt;i style=""&gt;ama&lt;/i&gt; mai fino in fondo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;l’Ele rimarrà sempre in &lt;i style=""&gt;sospeso&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;l’Ele rimarrà sempre un &lt;i style=""&gt;Mistero&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Comunque sembra che tutto vada così per un motivo o per semplicemente soddisfare il bisogno di distrarre la mente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembra che i pensieri si siano tutti messi d’accordo ad arrivare così precitosamente tutti in una volta,ma non tanto per ostacolarti, ma per porti una &lt;i style=""&gt;sfida&lt;/i&gt;, un bivio, una scelta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi capita che l’apparenza sono io a gestirla,tipo voglio apparire così e così e magari così….decidendo io le mie “prede”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L’Ele è una persona da conoscere per chi va veramente oltre alle apparenze.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa si nasconde dietro l’apparenza?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forse, un’anima in pena che si vuole ribellare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una &lt;i style=""&gt;vendetta personale&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5436875861216962923?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5436875861216962923/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5436875861216962923' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5436875861216962923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5436875861216962923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/lele.html' title='L&apos;ELE.'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SDC4Kul4Z8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FGI_Vk4P1_0/s72-c/L%27ELE..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-4043480477963068734</id><published>2008-05-17T10:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:45.921+01:00</updated><title type='text'>30-03-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SC8BK-l4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/s8ZtY_hiBbE/s1600-h/ADESIVI2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SC8BK-l4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/s8ZtY_hiBbE/s400/ADESIVI2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201377382748415922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Good Times&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;30-03-08&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Good Times&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;644203&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Numeri…cosa rappresentano i numeri?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Può significare tutto,date,codici,formule,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;ma sono interpretabili i numeri?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Beh, se la mettiamo che a una data è corrisposto a un calendario, un codice è corrisposto alla funzionalità di un’oggetto, una formula è corrisposta da simboli o quant’altro mi sembra comunque troppo generico…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Io penso che un semplice numero vada ben oltre alla semplice apparenza…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Cominciamo da quando inizia la nostra vita, una data, la data di nascita è una composizione di numeri, l’orario in cui si nasce, pure questo è composto da numeri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Poi ci pesano….a chili e anche questo è un numero. I millilitri di latte che ci beviamo, è una misura traducibile in numero, potrei andare avanti avanti e ancora avanti fino alla fine della nostra vita…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Quindi per tutta la nostra esistenza avremo sempre un rapporto coi numeri, direttamente o indirettamente indipendentemente da come ci approcciamo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Quando poi combinazioni di numeri ci compaiono sovrapposti, qualcuno di Noi si chiede: “Ma è una coincidenza?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Eppure, ritornando a quasi 2 mesi fa, a pensare quell’evento…sono sempre più convinta che è stato la fine di un mio periodo, uno dei periodi più belli della mia vita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;E subito subentra un altro pensiero…è destino che succedesse proprio lo stesso giorno del 30° compleanno di mio&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fratello? Un legame di sangue che forse va oltre a un puro caso? A una combinazione di numeri combinati fra loro?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Queste domande mi fanno suscitare emozioni, emozioni vissute che le esperienze mi hanno permesso di trasmettermele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;So che queste emozioni le dovrò disegnare, le dovrò incidere, lasciare il segno su un supporto, ma non su una tela, sarebbe troppo distante da me, lo devo disegnare sulla pelle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Il continuo e l’inizio di un’ennesima tappa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Credo che ne vale la pena di tracciare un segno a giustificarne una porta che lascio e una che apro, un’ennesima serratura degli anelli incatenati.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Tutto questo sarà per me un’insieme di cose, vivere il momento, abbandonarlo e averne un ricordo dove Voglio che mi accompagni per tutta la mia esistenza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Perché so che solo così potrò chiudere questo incubo che m’invade, trasformatosi in un intermezzo di una transizione periodica che non mi da più tregua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Quell’incidente improvviso del 30 marzo &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="2008 ha" st="on"&gt;2008 ha&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; avuto il suo destino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;L’essere sopravvissuta fa parte di esso. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Questa conseguenza è un capitolo della mia vita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Un capitolo dove la mia passione non mi ha abbandonato, finchè vivrò ogni periodo della mia vita sarà un nuovo capitolo. E le mie passioni non moriranno perché sono dentro al mio cuore….sentimenti tanto forti da volerli trasportare con me fino alla fine dei miei giorni.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Good Times&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-4043480477963068734?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4043480477963068734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=4043480477963068734' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4043480477963068734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4043480477963068734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/30-03-08.html' title='30-03-08'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SC8BK-l4Z7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/s8ZtY_hiBbE/s72-c/ADESIVI2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-8075206272700527334</id><published>2008-05-13T00:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:39:30.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smigol e la cagata colossale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PQ-L7cj3o8E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PQ-L7cj3o8E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un giorno il mio orso non sapendo che cazzo fare a trovato questa CAGATA, che fa colossare dalle risate! il mio consiglio è quello di guardarlo, se no non lo avrei pubblicato! se poi avete anche visto il signore degli snelli siete a posto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-8075206272700527334?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8075206272700527334/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=8075206272700527334' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8075206272700527334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8075206272700527334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/smigol-e-la-cagata-colossale.html' title='Smigol e la cagata colossale'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-6276523702529824489</id><published>2008-05-08T10:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:45.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi faccio paura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SCdCTul4Z5I/AAAAAAAAADk/YGQTuxpxMsI/s1600-h/mi+faccio+paura%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SCdCTul4Z5I/AAAAAAAAADk/YGQTuxpxMsI/s400/mi+faccio+paura%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199197201514391442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Mi faccio paura….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Più mi conosco più mi preoccupo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;La mia instabilità….il mio “Io” poliedrico che non mi da pace…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Che non finisco mai di conoscermi era chiaro…e la cosa più preoccupante è che non riesco a capire il perché di questi cambiamenti d’animo e di pensiero.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Adesso la cosa che vorrei è l’ indipendenza totale…la mia mente corre dietro a questo desiderio immaginario e con esso i viaggi di contorno che mi portono&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;oltre la realtà.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Sono in continua ricerca di me stessa….della mia inconsapevolezza&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;di poter Rischiare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Le cose semplici e le strade dritte non mi soddisfanno…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Ecco perché continuo a giocare con i miei dadi smussati in attesa del Caso…..Serendipity!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Ho capito perché la mia cura è l’iperattività….se mi fermo, mi perdo! Perdendomi,rifletto….e se rifletto lascio al destino decidere le mie mosse audaci, giocando i miei assi e puntando al massimo tutto quello che posso offrire….molto spesso tutto ciò che posso offrire sono i miei sentimenti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;E quando entrano in gioco i sentimenti, non solo mi perdo….ma mi scavo la fossa da sola!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Non so cosa sarà di me continuando a prendere la vita così….voler tutto, niente e 100.000 cose!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Mi faccio paura perché mi soddisfa perdermi in queste strade tortuose….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Perché so che il Tutto non sarà mai routine….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;È come se vivessi perennemente il mio personaggio su un palco….scena dopo scena…atto dopo atto…sipario dopo sipario. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Questa è la mia vita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;Ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: Candles; color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:16;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:16;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:14;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:14;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Candles;font-size:14;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-6276523702529824489?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6276523702529824489/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=6276523702529824489' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6276523702529824489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6276523702529824489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-faccio-paura.html' title='Mi faccio paura...'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SCdCTul4Z5I/AAAAAAAAADk/YGQTuxpxMsI/s72-c/mi+faccio+paura%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-6056792345670701147</id><published>2008-05-02T00:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:46.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOCCO DEL PITTORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBpKHyGPwVI/AAAAAAAAADU/IM_NoUoKOJU/s1600-h/blocco+delo+scrittore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBpKHyGPwVI/AAAAAAAAADU/IM_NoUoKOJU/s400/blocco+delo+scrittore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195546617692799314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Venerdì 2 maggio 2008 h.00:26&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ci sono periodi della mia Vita come questi che non riesco a prendere un pennello in mano, non che manchi l’ispirazione, è diverso ciò che sto provando…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Di idee ne ho un vulcano, è che la mia mente in questi lunghi e corti giorni pensa a troppe cose e niente. Il mio criceto non capisce più come si fa a cambiare direzione della ruota e piano piano impazzirà…..o forse sta semplicemente dormendo e chi dorme non prende le occasioni!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Occasioni di cosa poi? Boh..sto andando avanti senza pensare a come…vivo l’istante d’istinto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Una volta un tizio sullo strano andante mi disse:”Tu diventerai una donna in Carriera!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Questa frase mi rimarrà impressa per tutta la vita, ma soprattutto la scena di quel momento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mi ricordo che ero in una piazza a Bologna, credo vicino alle 2 torri e un uomo sulla cinquantina con una lunga barba e con 2 occhi diversi dal comune, sembravano quegli degli Haski, uno azzurro e l’altro marrone, abbigliamento vissuto…in ogni modo non passava inosservato. Stava camminando verso di me indicandomi con l’indice puntato(mi ricordo che mi fece quasi paura),e avvicinandosi mi disse proprio questo: “Tu diventerai una donna in Carriera”, e se ne andò.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Non so a che carriera si riferisse, in quel momento istantaneo pensai ad una pittrice affermata…ho sempre comunque pensato alla mia immagine dall’esterno.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ecco, adesso infatti mi sta accadendo questo: penso a tutti i quadri che vorrei fare, ho miriadi di schizzi iniziati, tele non finite, ma perché mi devo sempre perdere così….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Perché purtroppo il pittore è come me….i suoi quadri lasciano periodi e miei quadri lo diventeranno, perché fanno parte della mia storia personale dentro ad una storia che farà Storia!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Spero che questo spazio fra un periodo e l’altro non mi farà aspettare troppo…e nel mentre assaggio l’ennesimo ingrediente della mia Vita, della Nostra vita…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-6056792345670701147?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6056792345670701147/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=6056792345670701147' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6056792345670701147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6056792345670701147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/05/venerd-2-maggio-2008-h.html' title='BLOCCO DEL PITTORE'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBpKHyGPwVI/AAAAAAAAADU/IM_NoUoKOJU/s72-c/blocco+delo+scrittore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-7377631701439880362</id><published>2008-04-27T17:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:46.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cosa cerco dalla Vita?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBShFiGPwUI/AAAAAAAAADM/6aQMu8Th4-Y/s1600-h/eleonora+2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBShFiGPwUI/AAAAAAAAADM/6aQMu8Th4-Y/s400/eleonora+2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193953386689446210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Venerdì 25 aprile ‘08&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;h.00:41&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;non so come sto vivendo in questo momento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;mi viene da dedurre che come “AS USUALL” sto assaggiando un’ennesimo ingrediente della Vita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Non so a cosa sto pensando in questo momento, e sicuramente non lo saprò neanche quando leggerò quello che ho scritto tra qualche momento, o tra qualche giorno, settimane, mesi, anni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Perché continuo a chiedermi: “Cosa voglio dalla Vita?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Perché probabilmente non ho mai cercato un qualche “Cosa”?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Sto scrivendo una cosa che mi sta incuriosendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.ore 00:51.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Le mie orecchie ascoltano discorsi, dialoghi di Moto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Sì, la Moto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.cos’è una Moto?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Una moto no è un semplice motore, non è una semplice motocicletta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;La Moto è passione, è compagnia, è adrenalina, è curiosità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;..e tutte queste cose di conseguenza nte le fa trasmettere Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.la Motocicletta solo se veramente la stai Vivendo, solo se esiste un&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ALTER-EGO con questo oggetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;è come l’uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Vivere la Donna o solamente utilizzare la donna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Quando la gente mi dice:”I tuoi ragionamenti sono pericolosi..”, mi viene da interpretare tutto ciò come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;beh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Mi sono persa, sono le 01:09 e continuo a Viaggiare ad occhi aperti, o semplicemente mi perdo nei miei pensieri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;I miei pensieri sono Labirinti. Una storia con un inizio e senza fine essenzialmente..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Come sarà la nostra Storia?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Non c’è fine, una storia senza fine!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Quello che forse ci sarà è un inizio per cominciare a conoscere il proprio”Io”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Stavo pensando ad una cosa brutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; a come vivranno le persone che mi hanno conosciuto (nel loro autentico modo) quando io sarò già diventata “IO”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Geroglifico&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;per me&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;se leggo a cosa ho scritto 20 minuti fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Tanta e Poca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Dicono che è meglio averne sempre tanta di Roba nella Vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Almonte Snow&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;.ma a quale Roba si riferiscono?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cracked Johnnie&amp;quot;; color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;Troppo generico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-7377631701439880362?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7377631701439880362/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=7377631701439880362' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7377631701439880362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7377631701439880362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/cosa-cerco-dalla-vita.html' title='cosa cerco dalla Vita?'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SBShFiGPwUI/AAAAAAAAADM/6aQMu8Th4-Y/s72-c/eleonora+2006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5139255608884233920</id><published>2008-04-22T10:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:46.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JOHANNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SA2kLSGPwTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ghbCizwtuRk/s1600-h/JOHANNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SA2kLSGPwTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ghbCizwtuRk/s400/JOHANNA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191986459171602738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Qui, ho voluto esprimere essenzialmente la salvezza in sé….JOHANNA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le goccioline che scorrono sul suo corpo,sono relative al lago….esce improvvisamente da un’immagine ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Il lucchetto aperto dove fuoriesce acqua è il richiamo di Jo nel suo pensiero…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Le ali le ho rappresentate per evidenziarne la fantasia….Jo non è viva…è un fantasma, un fantasma angelico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In questa illustrazione c’è una chiave di violino….La chiave di violino è l’inizio della musica in realtà, ma io metaforicamente la esprimo come una chiave d’accesso,una speranza.Questa chiave è dentro ad una circonferenza con tante linee, è il mondo segreto di Johanna che riesco a percepire grazie alla forza del sentore che possiedo….la forza è dunque la circonferenza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le stelle e l’andamento circolare che riempiono l’immagine è l’aldilà….dove si trova Johanna.Ho usato l’inchiostro blu, ispirandomi all’acqua...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5139255608884233920?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5139255608884233920/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5139255608884233920' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5139255608884233920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5139255608884233920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/johanna.html' title='JOHANNA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SA2kLSGPwTI/AAAAAAAAADA/ghbCizwtuRk/s72-c/JOHANNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-8568203068272313143</id><published>2008-04-16T17:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:46.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEDUZIONE DI SGUARDI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SAYcq5W_wbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t891VXEnBJw/s1600-h/sguardi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SAYcq5W_wbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t891VXEnBJw/s400/sguardi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189867143868432818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SAYW6pW_waI/AAAAAAAAACw/WdsI4-9xBcg/s1600-h/S6002397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SAYW6pW_waI/AAAAAAAAACw/WdsI4-9xBcg/s400/S6002397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189860817381605794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELEONO%7E1/IMPOST%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELEONO%7E1/IMPOST%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ELEONO%7E1/IMPOST%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Non dimenticare mai che l’amore deve nascere lentamente, come un fiore che schiude i suoi petali con il tempo. Non affrettare le cose, mantieni la testa fresca, ed il cuore protetto fin quando arriva il momento di dedicargli il tuo cuore. L’amore non é dire di “si” senza sentirlo;non confondere il tuo stato d’innamoramento repentino.&lt;br /&gt;Abbi fiducia nel tempo,la conquista dev’essere reciproca e fai attenzione ai segnali che t’invia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-8568203068272313143?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8568203068272313143/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=8568203068272313143' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8568203068272313143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8568203068272313143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/seduzione-di-sguardi.html' title='SEDUZIONE DI SGUARDI'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/SAYcq5W_wbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/t891VXEnBJw/s72-c/sguardi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-4435767797856842108</id><published>2008-04-09T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:46.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA SUBLIMAZIONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_yfeWF6r1I/AAAAAAAAACo/5-5t7OLPGpY/s1600-h/LA+SUBLIMAZIONE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_yfeWF6r1I/AAAAAAAAACo/5-5t7OLPGpY/s400/LA+SUBLIMAZIONE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187196214499258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IO un bel giorno ,leggendo queste parole...interpretai  questa opera..SUBLIMAZIONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"..Freud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ricorre a questo concetto per spiegare, da un punto di vista economico e dinamico, certi tipi di attività sostenute da un desiderio che non è manifestamente rivolto verso una meta sessuale come, ad esempio, la creazione artistica, l'indagine intellettuale, e in generale le attività più elevate dello spirito umano cui la società attribuisce, in genere, grande valore. La spinta originaria verso queste attività è rinvenuta da Freud in una trasformazione delle pulsioni sessuali:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La trasformazione di una spinta pulsionale in una attività sublimata, richiederebbe un tempo intermedio. Durante questa fase si ha un ritiro della libido sull'Io, che rende possibile la desessualizzazione della pulsione. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Si parla dell'energia dell'Io come di una energia « desessualizzata e sublimata », capace di essere spostata su attività non sessuali. « Se questa energia di spostamento è libido desessualizzata, la si può chiamare anche sublimata, poiché, servendo a istituire l'unitarietà o l'aspirazione a essa che caratterizza l'Io, essa si mantiene sempre fedele all'intenzione fondamentale dell'Eros, che è quella di unire e di legare»……"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-4435767797856842108?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/4435767797856842108/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=4435767797856842108' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4435767797856842108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/4435767797856842108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-sublimazione.html' title='LA SUBLIMAZIONE'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_yfeWF6r1I/AAAAAAAAACo/5-5t7OLPGpY/s72-c/LA+SUBLIMAZIONE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-1559337094396699265</id><published>2008-04-07T18:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CUORE NUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pRfWF6rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxqJtmb4t-4/s1600-h/CUORE+NUDO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pRfWF6rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxqJtmb4t-4/s400/CUORE+NUDO.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186547519818739506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;“La moto è una parola... LIBERTA'.&lt;br /&gt;Libertà nel poter percorrere tutte le strade che vuoi, soprattutto quelle che con la macchina non puoi o non percorreresti mai... libertà di muoverti in mezzo al traffico di arrivare prima dovunque... libertà perchè non hai bisogno di una meta... puoi guidarla per il puro gusto di farlo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma la libertà per me è anche mentale... quando ho casini per la testa mi vesto e vado dalla mia fedele compagna e appena monto in sella tutti i casini spariscono... siamo io, lei e la strada.&lt;br /&gt;Per me la moto è la mia migliore amica, la mia "psicologa", la mia compagna di vita... una compagna che non tradisce... che non ti lascia... e se la lasci tu per un'altra non se la prende!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="content"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“La passione per la moto è amore e voglia di uscire dagli schemi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-1559337094396699265?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1559337094396699265/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=1559337094396699265' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1559337094396699265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1559337094396699265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuore-nudo.html' title='CUORE NUDO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pRfWF6rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/CxqJtmb4t-4/s72-c/CUORE+NUDO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-1653015126619530543</id><published>2008-04-07T18:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LA PASSIONE PER LA MOTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pPQGF6ryI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r5LVztFiZdA/s1600-h/quadro+moto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pPQGF6ryI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r5LVztFiZdA/s400/quadro+moto.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186545058802478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Casco allacciato. Giro la chiave, il quadro prende vita, un paio di “sgasatine”...  sì, sono pronta; giù la prima e via... senza meta, l’importante è andare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi siete mai chiesti cosa è che ci guida in questi frangenti?&lt;br /&gt;Vi siete mai chiesti perché vogliamo spesso dei momenti di “beata solitudine” con la nostra compagna di mille avventure?&lt;br /&gt;La risposta è presto data... quello che mi guida, o meglio, quello che ci guida, è la passione. Uno dei più antichi e nobili sentimenti, che nei centauri è sempre lì, in prima fila, in uno spazio a lui dedicato nel nostro cuore.&lt;br /&gt;Come ogni sentimento, e come ogni emozione, la passione è difficile da spiegare, perché è un qualcosa che viene da dentro, e ti prende, senza sapere il perché: è viscerale, è personale, è qualcosa di diverso per ognuno di noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-1653015126619530543?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1653015126619530543/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=1653015126619530543' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1653015126619530543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1653015126619530543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-passione-per-la-moto.html' title='LA PASSIONE PER LA MOTO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pPQGF6ryI/AAAAAAAAACQ/r5LVztFiZdA/s72-c/quadro+moto.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5451820025027714998</id><published>2008-04-07T18:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PURA INNOCENZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pKoGF6rxI/AAAAAAAAACI/yPO2WmjQOWc/s1600-h/PURA+INNOCENZA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pKoGF6rxI/AAAAAAAAACI/yPO2WmjQOWc/s400/PURA+INNOCENZA.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186539973561200402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando si pensa a tante cose….quando non sai da dove cominciare a “scavare” per&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;risolvere quesiti mai risolti….per forse non volerli risolvere….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vorrei non pensare mai niente, rendere le cose più semplici….più libere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senza pensare a cosa fare Domani…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valorizzare ogni singolo momento come qualcosa di speciale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tutti vorrebbero essere Qualcuno….o come me un po’ “Oltre”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ho riscoperto spesso in me la mia poliedricità….i miei angoli smussati che si riflettono nei diversi lati della vita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adesso, solo adesso posso davvero rendermi conto di come “ero”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20 ANNI FA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Di quello che stavo vivendo a quella età della mia pura innocenza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;un’innocenza maestosa come un cigno..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;è bello interpretare dopo 20 anni quello che veramente STAVA SUCCEDENDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;È bello capire te stesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attimi come questi possono spaventare….ma poi li vedi come un’assemblaggio e la consideri come una grande PAUSA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si riflette spesso su quello che può accadere reagendo in un certo momento e a volte non si riflette affatto…..e ci si perde ancora di più.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ci sono poi momenti come questi che la compagnia più bella rimane comunque la MUSICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un’alleata libera come te…..che non lascia spazi vuoti…e ti riempie di emozioni, un’arte anche questa a libera interpretazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credo che per stare in questo network basti sopravvivere alle “botte”…..negative e sempre meno positive.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rialzarsi alle sconfitte e tirare fuori il guerriero dentro che c’è in noi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;avere il coraggio di avere coraggio…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: gray; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5451820025027714998?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5451820025027714998/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5451820025027714998' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5451820025027714998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5451820025027714998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/pura-innocenza.html' title='PURA INNOCENZA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pKoGF6rxI/AAAAAAAAACI/yPO2WmjQOWc/s72-c/PURA+INNOCENZA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-531792937934012907</id><published>2008-04-07T17:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BAG OF BONES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[…..]Alla fine ad attirarmi in quell’altro mondo fu Sara Tidwell(è un fantasma).&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lo dovevo vedere con i miei occhi. La dovevo sentire cantare. Dovevo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Avvertii un formicolio quando passai sotto l’arco e un sospiro nelle mie orec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;chie, come di un milione di voci, molto ,molto lontane.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sospiro di sollievo? Sgomento? Non saprei dire. Sapevo invece che trovarsi dall’altra parte era diverso, la differenza tra contemplare una scena attraverso una finestra ed esserci dentro; la differenza tra osservare e partecipare. [….]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_o-r2F6rvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qBNHpCUbmNg/s1600-h/BAG+OF+BONES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_o-r2F6rvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qBNHpCUbmNg/s400/BAG+OF+BONES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186526843846176498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-531792937934012907?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/531792937934012907/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=531792937934012907' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/531792937934012907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/531792937934012907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/bag-of-bones.html' title='BAG OF BONES'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_o-r2F6rvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qBNHpCUbmNg/s72-c/BAG+OF+BONES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-5991468605368740673</id><published>2008-04-07T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CRESCERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pE0GF6rwI/AAAAAAAAACA/pBpejFiZotY/s1600-h/ELE+4+ANNI.jpg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando  ti vedi crescere, quando ti accorgi che stai crescendo.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pE0GF6rwI/AAAAAAAAACA/pBpejFiZotY/s1600-h/ELE+4+ANNI.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;è il SOLO  momento che più riesce a  STUPIRTI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pE0GF6rwI/AAAAAAAAACA/pBpejFiZotY/s1600-h/ELE+4+ANNI.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pE0GF6rwI/AAAAAAAAACA/pBpejFiZotY/s400/ELE+4+ANNI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186533582649863938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ti accorgi che stai crescendo....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;quando ti vedi crescere....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;è il SOLO momento che più riesce &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A STUPIRTI!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-5991468605368740673?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/5991468605368740673/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=5991468605368740673' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5991468605368740673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/5991468605368740673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/04/quando-ti-accorgi-che-stai-crescendo.html' title='CRESCERE'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R_pE0GF6rwI/AAAAAAAAACA/pBpejFiZotY/s72-c/ELE+4+ANNI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-7012675762696822097</id><published>2008-03-26T21:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PENSIERI...'/><title type='text'>PENSIERI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qzf2F6ruI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDZloqvBM6A/s1600-h/S6002222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qzf2F6ruI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDZloqvBM6A/s400/S6002222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182151680920825570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Il pensiero scritto è una parte di voi che va a spasso per conto suo e parla, e &lt;em&gt;resta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Io penso che non valga solo per la letteratura, penso che valga per tutta l’arte: anche un quadro fa quelle cose lì, o una scultura, un disegno, una canzone, un film. Dopotutto però, cosa sono tutte queste cose se non modi diversi di esprimere un pensiero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;La vita che viviamo adesso è qui, con questa corsa del criceto sulla sua ruota, frenetica e ferma, vale il tempo che dura e più niente. Quello che cerco di fare, quello che ho sempre cercato di fare in queste serate vuote, è fermare la ruota per tutto il tempo che posso, e dare voce alla voce dei pensieri. Miei e di coloro che contano per me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-7012675762696822097?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7012675762696822097/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=7012675762696822097' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7012675762696822097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7012675762696822097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/pensieri.html' title='PENSIERI...'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qzf2F6ruI/AAAAAAAAABw/VDZloqvBM6A/s72-c/S6002222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-3561081346554243427</id><published>2008-03-26T21:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:47.956+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MENTRE ANDAVANO..VENIVANO'/><title type='text'>MENTRE ANDAVANO...VENIVANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qs2mF6rtI/AAAAAAAAABo/AmrOIQShgDM/s1600-h/S6002225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qs2mF6rtI/AAAAAAAAABo/AmrOIQShgDM/s400/S6002225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182144375181455058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questa  prima opera della mia "carriera"...la dedico totalmente al BISCI'!!!&lt;br /&gt;Un harleyista pazzoide.....che è stato a vedere la mia esposizione qualche anno fa al Mataluna, un pub molto rockabilly!&lt;br /&gt;Mi ricorderò sempre quanto mi fece ridere osservandolo dicendo: "Questo cos'è....mentre andavano venivano?" E così...TITOLO AGGIUDICATO!&lt;br /&gt;Ad essere sincera non ci avevo nemmeno pensato alla sua ironica battuta....&lt;br /&gt;L'ispirazione mi era venuta mentre ascoltavo una canzone di Battisti....PENSIERI E PAROLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"....che ne sai della nostra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ferrovia che ne sai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conosci me, la mia lealta' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tu sai che oggi morirei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per onesta'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...Davanti a me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c'e' un'altra vita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la nostra e' gia' finita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e nuove notti e nuovi giorni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cara vai o torna con me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;davanti a te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ci sono io.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ero "malata" anche  8 anni fa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Beh...chi ben comincia è a metà dell'opera! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-3561081346554243427?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3561081346554243427/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=3561081346554243427' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3561081346554243427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3561081346554243427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/mentre-andavanovenivano.html' title='MENTRE ANDAVANO...VENIVANO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-qs2mF6rtI/AAAAAAAAABo/AmrOIQShgDM/s72-c/S6002225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-6968750380397625017</id><published>2008-03-24T20:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:48.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RICCIOLI DI POLVERE SUL SOLE ECLISSATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-gFXGF6rsI/AAAAAAAAABg/NgD8WnV-ZN4/s1600-h/S6002226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-gFXGF6rsI/AAAAAAAAABg/NgD8WnV-ZN4/s400/S6002226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181397265620315842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..cosa potrà mai il sole contro un eclissi? &lt;p&gt;come se i fotoni potessero davvero attraversare la materia di un corpo celeste dai… &lt;em&gt;o forse si?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;La luce non è mai la costante vincitrice nell’oscurità, &lt;em&gt;purtroppo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.. è l’ora della vendetta… &lt;em&gt;o no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Situazione temporanea e non rimpiazzabile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In fondo, cos’è la solitudine se non una sensazione od un bisogno di sentirsi importanti nel mondo, &lt;strong&gt;IL&lt;/strong&gt; bisogno di non essere/sentirsi i soliti ignoti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tristezza… &lt;em&gt;o no?&lt;/em&gt; Infondo alla mattina non si prova nulla se non sonno. Effettivamente è così.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fa freddo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Convengo… &lt;em&gt;o no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Indecisioni. &lt;strong&gt;Si.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Indecisioni. Su cosa? Su nulla. Appunto. Quindi? Quindi meglio tornare a vivere. Convengo, anche se in parte.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Indecisioni. &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-6968750380397625017?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/6968750380397625017/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=6968750380397625017' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6968750380397625017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/6968750380397625017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/riccioli-di-polvere-sul-sole-eclissato.html' title='RICCIOLI DI POLVERE SUL SOLE ECLISSATO'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-gFXGF6rsI/AAAAAAAAABg/NgD8WnV-ZN4/s72-c/S6002226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-8882015910512110427</id><published>2008-03-24T17:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:48.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIFLESSIONI DI UNA MENTE OSCURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fYX2F6rrI/AAAAAAAAABY/db4RF9c_5Xs/s1600-h/S6002219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fYX2F6rrI/AAAAAAAAABY/db4RF9c_5Xs/s400/S6002219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181347800481967794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E' davvero incredibile come insignificante e priva di senso, vista dal di fuori, e come opaca e irriflessiva, sentita dal di dentro, trascorra la vita di quasi tutta l'umanità. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E' un languido aspirare e soffrire, un sognante traballare attraverso le quattro età della vita fino alla morte, con accompagnamento d'una fila di pensieri triviali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gli uomini somigliano a orologi che vengono caricati e camminano, senza sapere il perché;&lt;br /&gt;ed ogni volta che un uomo viene generato e partorito, è l'orologio della vita umana di nuovo caricato, per ripetere ancora una volta, fase per fase, battuta per battuta, con variazioni insignificanti, la stessa musica già infinite volte suonata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciascun individuo, ciascun volto umano e ciascuna vita non è che un breve sogno dell'infinito spirituale naturale, della permanente volontà di vivere;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non è che una nuova immagine fuggitiva, che la volontà traccia per gioco sul foglio infinito dello spazio e del tempo, lasciandola durare un attimo appena percettibile di fronte all'immensità di quelli, e poi cancellandola, per dar luogo ad altre...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Schopenhauer&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/6248593727804017693-8882015910512110427?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8882015910512110427/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=8882015910512110427' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8882015910512110427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8882015910512110427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/riflessioni-di-una-mente-oscura.html' title='RIFLESSIONI DI UNA MENTE OSCURA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fYX2F6rrI/AAAAAAAAABY/db4RF9c_5Xs/s72-c/S6002219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-2583856528295795052</id><published>2008-03-24T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:48.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORPO A CORPO'/><title type='text'>Corpo a Corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fR52F6rqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1kf89-E5C6Q/s1600-h/S6002277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fR52F6rqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1kf89-E5C6Q/s400/S6002277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181340688016125602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Il corpo è la frontiera che si può violare...  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andare a piedi fino a dove non senti dolore  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo per capire se sai ancora camminare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sono le gambe piene di lividi,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sono pensieri sempre più ruvidi.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corpi di macerie da telegiornale,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corpi diplomatici in diretta a conquistare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suona la marcia suonala ancora,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la morte veste bene quando scatta l’ora.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cristi che piangono per troppo dolore,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l’angoscia di un pianeta che puoi sezionare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taglia la torta, tagliala ancora:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chi è ricco resta vivo mentre il povero muore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corpi e macerie da conquistare  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per un corpo d’armata sotto le fanfare.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Corpo straziato, corpo a corpo,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;il corpo è l’innocenza che si può spezzare.  ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;Dal testo "Corpo a corpo" Subsonica&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="testo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-2583856528295795052?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2583856528295795052/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=2583856528295795052' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2583856528295795052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2583856528295795052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/corpo-corpo.html' title='Corpo a Corpo'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-fR52F6rqI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1kf89-E5C6Q/s72-c/S6002277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-2939465226175119548</id><published>2008-03-20T22:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:48.821+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telepatia - Ricerca Rete'/><title type='text'>Ricerca Rete</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-LTFmF6rpI/AAAAAAAAABI/FH1Xtr85zP8/s1600-h/S6002287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-LTFmF6rpI/AAAAAAAAABI/FH1Xtr85zP8/s400/S6002287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179934614507662994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi affascina il mistero delle vite che si dipanano lungo la scacchiera di storie, strade o foto scolorite nelle memorie di vent'anni o di una sera, mi coinvolge l'eterno gocciolare del tempo sopra il viso di un passante...&lt;br /&gt;Puoi chiedermi se nei suoi occhi appare  l'insulto di una morte o di un amante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rete misteriosa dei rapporti che lega con i suoi fili evanescenti, la giostra eterna di ragione o torti nel rintocco scaglioso dei momenti, e la mia vita osserva altre vite e io mi sento solamente un punto lungo la retta lunga e infinita di un meccanismo immobile e presunto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-2939465226175119548?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2939465226175119548/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=2939465226175119548' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2939465226175119548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2939465226175119548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/ricerca-rete.html' title='Ricerca Rete'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-LTFmF6rpI/AAAAAAAAABI/FH1Xtr85zP8/s72-c/S6002287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-2367263028063613516</id><published>2008-03-18T18:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:49.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='METAMORFOSI'/><title type='text'>METAMORFOSI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R9_-RaPXU6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zpoXq_feOYk/s1600-h/METAMORFOSI.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R9_-RaPXU6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zpoXq_feOYk/s400/METAMORFOSI.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179137671554356130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cambiamenti profondi,oppure troppo repentini,  di idee, di sentimenti, di atteggiamenti, o di azioni...&lt;br /&gt;Un cambiamento radicale nello stato o nel carattere di una persona o anche nella forma o nell'aspetto di una cosa.&lt;br /&gt;La trasformazione della nostra propria persona troppo spesso dipende da chi ci è accanto...&lt;br /&gt;ma perchè si desidera poi cambiare?&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A volte la spersonalizzazione dell'individuo è causata da contingenze intrinseche al modo di rapportarci con gli altri          e con la società intera.&lt;br /&gt;La metamorfosi può essere causata da un emblema          dell'introversione, della sensibilità frustrata, dell'incertezza          dell'ego che viene ad essere soggiogato da un condizionamento esterno,          una imposizione extrapersonale dai caratteri forti e imperiosi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Dedicato a Simone.&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/6248593727804017693-2367263028063613516?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/2367263028063613516/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=2367263028063613516' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2367263028063613516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/2367263028063613516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/metamorfosi.html' title='METAMORFOSI'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R9_-RaPXU6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/zpoXq_feOYk/s72-c/METAMORFOSI.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-7712610306448205599</id><published>2008-03-17T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:49.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIONFA IL LATO OSCURO DELLA FORZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R97uRqPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ag14Bf5O4Q4/s1600-h/S6002234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R97uRqPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ag14Bf5O4Q4/s400/S6002234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178838608686568338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, non è "Guerre stellari".....&lt;br /&gt;Il "trionfo" è la riuscita...la combinazione di una serratura oscura, nascosta....che non c'è...&lt;br /&gt;La mia interpretazione è molto più Oltre...&lt;br /&gt;Il coraggio di osare, di valicare quella porta che è proprio davanti a noi.&lt;br /&gt;Tante, troppe persone si rifugiano, vogliono la sicurezza.... cercandola magari nell'immaginazione,&lt;br /&gt;in un Credo...forse per sentirsi migliori o semplicemente per sentirsi "diversi" o per sentirsi più forti.&lt;br /&gt;Chi è più alto di noi? Chi è più forte di noi? Chi veramente tiene dentro di sè quella giusta "chiave" per scoprirlo? Ma esiste davvero?&lt;br /&gt;Forse l'Emblema è proprio dentro di noi.&lt;br /&gt;La perfezione all'ennesima potenza....questo è oscuro....non sarà mai nitido il vero volto dell'Emblema finchè continueremo a cercarlo.&lt;br /&gt;L'impossibile non è possibile....o per lo meno non è realtà.&lt;br /&gt;Limitiamoci ad accontentarci per quello che siamo...&lt;br /&gt;NOI siamo solo NOI,una combinazione di pregi e difetti da valutare al MASSIMO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-7712610306448205599?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7712610306448205599/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=7712610306448205599' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7712610306448205599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7712610306448205599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/trionfa-il-lato-oscuro-della-forza.html' title='TRIONFA IL LATO OSCURO DELLA FORZA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R97uRqPXU5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ag14Bf5O4Q4/s72-c/S6002234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-1621371716122147391</id><published>2008-03-17T19:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:49.424+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L&apos;uomo e il suo ambiente'/><title type='text'>L'UOMO E IL SUO AMBIENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96-7aPXU4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4xR96Yk4LeY/s1600-h/S6002229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96-7aPXU4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4xR96Yk4LeY/s400/S6002229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178786549387973506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cosa c'è intorno a noi?&lt;br /&gt;La creazione dell'uomo e i suoi stimoli?&lt;br /&gt;I nostri impulsi su ciò che ci circonda?&lt;br /&gt;Le emozioni che viviamo nel vedere un'immagine, un ricordo, un suono, una strada...un paesaggio,una città....un tramonto?&lt;br /&gt;Il nostro cervello è come una macchina che immagazzina fotogrammi di una realtà...tutta schematizzata grazie ai nostri sensi.&lt;br /&gt;L'uomo sospeso da un'orizzonte incerto...tra le regole imposte e quelle trasgredite.&lt;br /&gt;Qual'è il nostro ambiente? La creazione dei nostri antenati?&lt;br /&gt;L'ambiente può diventare magico....nell'attimo di assoluta autenticità, le nostre emozioni mutano davanti alle radici del nostro essere....&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il nostro ambiente....l'energia solare che collega kilometri e kilometri di strade in un network che comprende un Mondo intero....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-1621371716122147391?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/1621371716122147391/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=1621371716122147391' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1621371716122147391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/1621371716122147391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/luomo-e-il-suo-ambiente.html' title='L&apos;UOMO E IL SUO AMBIENTE'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96-7aPXU4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/4xR96Yk4LeY/s72-c/S6002229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-8664804990711009986</id><published>2008-03-17T19:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:49.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'IDEA MALATA DI MAO..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R960h6PXU3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIZJveMSeIA/s1600-h/S6002223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R960h6PXU3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIZJveMSeIA/s400/S6002223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178775116185031538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Questa opera è frutto di un'idea esasperata di Mao....un amico moooolto particolare!&lt;br /&gt;Ebbene sì, una sera tutto esaltato mi raccontò uno schizzo che aveva fatto ispirato da una sua idea "malata"...e mentre l'ascoltavo dentro alla mia mente altrettanto malata scorrevano immagini..queste immagini! Un uomo senza volto in un angolo della strada, dove dietro alle sue spalle s'intravede un paesaggio collinare (io l'ho modificato) e un fiume.....alla deriva!&lt;br /&gt;Il "mio fiume" è la forza dell'acqua....di un'onda che trasporta un'anima tramutata in un insetto...&lt;br /&gt;Sotto all'uomo senza volto il cosmo, la notte.....il pericolo!?&lt;br /&gt;L'interpretazione è soggettiva....&lt;br /&gt;Io credo che nel corso della nostra vita avremo sempre dei bivi, delle scelte...&lt;br /&gt;Che comunque sarà la nostra reazione ci sarà sempre qualcuno che ci giudicherà.&lt;br /&gt;Caro Mao....io la tua idea l'ho tramutata in una lotta continua tra il bene e il male...un "purgatorio" di aspettative...di incertezze....e comunque realizzata grazie a noi che continuiamo a cercare di capire come funziona questo mondo anch'esso malato....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-8664804990711009986?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/8664804990711009986/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=8664804990711009986' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8664804990711009986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/8664804990711009986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/lidea-malata-di-mao.html' title='L&apos;IDEA MALATA DI MAO..!'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R960h6PXU3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/KIZJveMSeIA/s72-c/S6002223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-7265122269899595733</id><published>2008-03-17T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:49.761+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IL RESPIRO NELLA NOTTE'/><title type='text'>IL RESPIRO NELLA NOTTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96u0qPXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AMMe39mxiE4/s1600-h/S6002212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96u0qPXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AMMe39mxiE4/s400/S6002212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178768841237812066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rabbia, angoscia, paura.....il trauma di una solitudine imminente....&lt;br /&gt;Soffocati da una depressione da cui non si può uscire....&lt;br /&gt;Dentro paura di essere invasi da quell'ansia fredda e oscura che ti preme all'interno dell'anima...&lt;br /&gt;Non urlare! Non  ti sentirebbe nessuno....&lt;br /&gt;Fatti forza....come un angelo alzati in cielo e respira...&lt;br /&gt;Ovunque sei ascolterai i tuoi pensieri....ascolterai il tuo respiro, ascolterai le tue lacrime scivolare giù nell'infinito... Qualcuno le custodirà....e in silenzio te le asciugherà.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-7265122269899595733?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/7265122269899595733/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=7265122269899595733' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7265122269899595733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/7265122269899595733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/il-respiro-nella-notte.html' title='IL RESPIRO NELLA NOTTE...'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96u0qPXU2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/AMMe39mxiE4/s72-c/S6002212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248593727804017693.post-3410829050556810261</id><published>2008-03-17T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:10:50.059+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA PASSIONE DI LAURA'/><title type='text'>LA PASSIONE DI LAURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96OGqPXU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YksTsjhmHXI/s1600-h/domeniche+motorizzate+luglio-agosto+2007044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96OGqPXU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YksTsjhmHXI/s400/domeniche+motorizzate+luglio-agosto+2007044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178732866591740754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura è una ragazza carismatica, seducente con tanta passione per la musica....non a caso canta e anche molto bene. Ho voluto dedicarle una mia opera....la sua personalità mi ha dato l'ispirazione.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non per questo è una tra le persone che mi sta molto a cuore...ma sicuramente non mi lascia indifferente il suo talento. Focosa in tutti gli aspetti,sa quello che vuole e come ottenerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Io la vedo come una sfida,per questo mi piace....non mi lascia indifferente nella sua particolarità.&lt;br /&gt;Le persone come lei mi danno tanta voglia di creare, di mettermi in discussione....e io mi metto in gioco!&lt;br /&gt;Un'altra sua passione è la moto...o per lo meno lo è stata....gli occhi please al fugace particolare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248593727804017693-3410829050556810261?l=art883girl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/feeds/3410829050556810261/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248593727804017693&amp;postID=3410829050556810261' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3410829050556810261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248593727804017693/posts/default/3410829050556810261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art883girl.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-passione-di-laura.html' title='LA PASSIONE DI LAURA'/><author><name>art883girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268571983897431936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R-KsWmF6roI/AAAAAAAAABA/kCmYKrSlARE/S220/ele.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dgw19D4iZvs/R96OGqPXU1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/YksTsjhmHXI/s72-c/domeniche+motorizzate+luglio-agosto+2007044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
