<?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-4614435007069379048</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:13:38.803+01:00</updated><category term='Tanta Fortuna'/><category term='Love is in the air'/><category term='AGOSTO 2008'/><category term='La mia prima volta Ia Butta'/><category term='Gite fuori porta'/><category term='Il mio vero IO'/><category term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category term='Real Life'/><category term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category term='Friendship or something like that'/><category term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Un altro io, ma sempre IO!!! Veramente IO ...</title><subtitle type='html'>.. senza censura .. insomma, IO!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>330</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2577076740426789787</id><published>2012-02-13T12:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T12:36:22.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay UNaddicted</title><content type='html'>A certe persone bisognerebbe privare di emettere suoni. Soprattutto quando, per la quasi totalità delle volte in cui si sentono in diritto di giudicare qualcosa e/o qualcuno, hanno la brutta tendenza di sparare inutili cazzate.&lt;br /&gt;A me, l'omofobia, non mi fa incazzare solo perchè mi sento colpita personalmente. E' principalmente questione di rispetto, in tutte le forme in cui esso può esistere.&lt;br /&gt;Sono stanca di sentire questo silenzio assoluto per ciò che riguarda un problema così grave come l'omofobia italiana. E' un silenzio che mi fa gridare, piangere, arrabbiare, disperare, innervorsire e morire dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento sola in questo Paese. Ci sentiamo soli. Privi di protezione. Senza un governo che tutela il nostro diritto di vivere, di libertà.&lt;br /&gt;Sono stufa. Stufa e arrabbiata.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi caro Giovanardi, non ti auguro di essere pisciato addosso dal primo che passa per strada solo perchè sono una donna, gay-lesbica-omosessuale-frocia-checca-sceglituqualepreferisci, che non augura il male a nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;Ma spero con tutto il cuore che tu abbia un figlio gay.&lt;br /&gt;Questo sarebbe il più bel regalo che potresti mai ricevere in tutta la tua triste vita. E te lo auguro.&lt;br /&gt;Saluti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2577076740426789787?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2577076740426789787/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2577076740426789787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2577076740426789787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2577076740426789787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2012/02/gay-unaddicted.html' title='Gay UNaddicted'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6111809225925065180</id><published>2012-01-30T09:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:24:14.041+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Thanks Life.</title><content type='html'>E poi tutto torna alla normalità, con la stessa velocità con cui era arrivata la paura.&lt;br /&gt;Lo zio si riprende.&lt;br /&gt;La tua donna dice di amarti più volte nella stessa giornata.&lt;br /&gt;La piccola donna che ami di più al mondo ti abbraccia forte e non dice mai no ai baci che le chiedi.&lt;br /&gt;E allora chiudi gli occhi e, senza rivolgerti a nessuno in particolare, .. ringrazi.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6111809225925065180?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6111809225925065180/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6111809225925065180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6111809225925065180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6111809225925065180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2012/01/thanks-life.html' title='Thanks Life.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-9012500229204204135</id><published>2012-01-16T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:46:59.054+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>In bilico.</title><content type='html'>E' più forte la paura di perdere una persona cara, o la frustrazione che provi nel momento in cui l'hai già persa?&lt;br /&gt;Faccio ancora più fatica, in questi momenti difficili, a capire come si può credere ad un Dio che permette cose del genere. Dall'altra parte penso a quante persone, il solo fatto di crederci, possa generare così tanta speranza nei loro occhi e nei loro cuori e mi stupisco di come questo, per tanta gente, possa essere fortemente consolatorio. E' una cosa che io non condivido, ma che ho sempre cercato di capire e sempre preteso da me stessa di rispettare.&lt;br /&gt;Io non credo in niente. E di certo, questo, non è per niente consolatorio per me. A volte li invidio, i credenti. Perchè la fede è una cosa che senti in un modo completamente irrazionale e istintivo, due caratteristiche che non descrivono la mia persona in alcun modo. Forse è proprio per questo che io e Dio non abbiamo rapporti.&lt;br /&gt;La razionalità che, invece, è sita in me mi porta a credere solo in lui, mio zio. So che la sua grande voglia di stare al mondo sarà sufficiente per ancora restare qui, con noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forza zio! Non è il tuo momento, tu lo sai che è così.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-9012500229204204135?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/9012500229204204135/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=9012500229204204135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9012500229204204135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9012500229204204135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-bilico.html' title='In bilico.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6697620143026328252</id><published>2012-01-10T08:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:56:56.669+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Empire state of mind</title><content type='html'>Neanche i miei sogni più profondi sono all'altezza di quello che sto per vivere ad occhi aperti.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento molto fortunata.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6697620143026328252?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6697620143026328252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6697620143026328252&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6697620143026328252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6697620143026328252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2012/01/empire-state-of-mind.html' title='Empire state of mind'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6200108442915529982</id><published>2011-12-13T17:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:16:17.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><title type='text'>Ma come facevo prima?</title><content type='html'>Voglio un altro ponte di scorpacciate di Asia, uff.&lt;br /&gt;Non ne ho mai abbastanza di fare la zia. Mai.&lt;br /&gt;La amo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma come facevo prima, quando non esisteva ancora?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6200108442915529982?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6200108442915529982/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6200108442915529982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6200108442915529982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6200108442915529982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma-come-facevo-prima.html' title='Ma come facevo prima?'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6542298784278333342</id><published>2011-12-05T10:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:25:09.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>E io pago.</title><content type='html'>Tutto torna.&lt;br /&gt;La ruota gira.&lt;br /&gt;Chi la fa, l'aspetti.&lt;br /&gt;Non so perchè, ma ogni tanto ho come la sensazione che sta per toccare a me.&lt;br /&gt;Sento che pagherò. Ancora.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6542298784278333342?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6542298784278333342/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6542298784278333342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6542298784278333342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6542298784278333342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-io-pago.html' title='E io pago.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1895854411799958485</id><published>2011-11-23T14:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T14:35:17.724+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Sono contrario alle emozioni</title><content type='html'>Diego De Silva, sì. Se avete pensato a lui avete indovinato.&lt;br /&gt;E' il suo nuovo libro di cui ho letto più o meno metà, fino ad ora.&lt;br /&gt;Di solito commento soltanto a fine lettura e su ANOBII, il sito dedicato agli amanti della lettura dove è possibile commentare e confrontarsi e anche scambiarsi libri, se vuoi.&lt;br /&gt;Io, in realtà, adesso, qui, non voglio commentare il libro in sè ma, non ridete, me stessa.&lt;br /&gt;Sì, perchè c'è un capitoletto chiamato: &lt;em&gt;"Le vite degli altri (terzo x-file)"&lt;/em&gt; in cui De Silva parla delle persone che nella vita si accontentano.&lt;br /&gt;Fin qui, niente da dire. Ci mancherebbe.&lt;br /&gt;Peccato che il capitoletto dura soltanto una facciata di queste 161 pagine, eppure sono stata capace di arrivare all'ultima riga sudando freddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sono una persona che nella vita si accontenta&lt;/strong&gt;, mio Dio.&lt;br /&gt;Sono una persona che nella vita si accontenta? chiedo a vuoto e mentalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio dire, se pensiamo che sono sempre stata una dai mille progetti per il futuro, ritrovarmi a 28 anni suonati a lavorare nello stesso posto (che non mi piace, che non mi dà spazio, che mi soffoca, che non mi stimola, che mi uccide l'inglese, che mi sottovaluta, che vorrei di più di questo niente) da quasi 7 anni ... è triste, ragazzi. Terribilmente triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-(Non so assolutamente a chi sto parlando e non so chi siano questi "ragazzi" a cui mi riferisco)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'unica mia speranza è quella di sperare che io sia additata (da me stessa) solo come -&lt;em&gt;ragazzachesiaccontentasoloprofessionalmenteparlando&lt;/em&gt;- che, per quanto triste e deludente e spaventosamente noioso, è il meno di tutti i mali.&lt;br /&gt;La cosa che più mi rende scettica nei confronti di me stessa riguardo a questo argomento è che se pensavo di voler fare un altro tipo di carriera professionale e invece mi sono accontentata del primo posto buono e sicuro che ho trovato, ... mi ridurrò vergognosamente a fare lo stesso anche con tutto il resto?&lt;br /&gt;Già abbasso la testa in versione &lt;em&gt;"Che vergogna"&lt;/em&gt; anche se non mi sono ancora risposta.&lt;br /&gt;Il fatto che probabilmente non sarò l'unica in tutto il globo terrestre ad essere -&lt;em&gt;quellachesiaccontenta&lt;/em&gt;- mi consola solo per metà.&lt;br /&gt;L'altra metà invece mi aiuta ad autocommiserarmi e a pensare che a 28 anni, ormai, che cazzo spero di cambiare?&lt;br /&gt;L'altra metà di prima, invece, quella che mi consola intendo, prova a dirmi: &lt;em&gt;"Dai, cazzo!"&lt;/em&gt; - alla De Ceglie - &lt;em&gt;"Un lavoro sicuro, una casa tutta tua (non è vero, della banca), una ragazza, una testa sulle spalle, una famiglia, un conto in banca, la salute, &lt;strong&gt;ASIA&lt;/strong&gt;, ..."&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, metàchemiconsola, mi hai convinta. Per ora.&lt;br /&gt;Per oggi.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1895854411799958485?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1895854411799958485/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1895854411799958485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1895854411799958485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1895854411799958485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/11/sono-contrario-alle-emozioni.html' title='Sono contrario alle emozioni'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7424792072024624158</id><published>2011-11-16T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T10:07:32.457+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Eterna bellezza</title><content type='html'>... E l'eterna bellezza del dormire insieme, e poi svegliarsi insieme.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7424792072024624158?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7424792072024624158/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7424792072024624158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7424792072024624158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7424792072024624158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/11/eterna-bellezza.html' title='Eterna bellezza'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7668348279710403206</id><published>2011-11-11T09:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:57:21.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>PPF</title><content type='html'>Molto spesso è più difficile disfarsi di un passato che non si vuole più che non di un passato che vorresti ancora.&lt;br /&gt;E questo vale in qualsiasi contesto questa frase trovi spazio.&lt;br /&gt;E' proprio vero che non c'è niente di più bello del presente. E se abbiamo sempre così tanta paura del futuro è semplicemente perchè temiamo di arrivarci senza ciò che abbiamo ora.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7668348279710403206?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7668348279710403206/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7668348279710403206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7668348279710403206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7668348279710403206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/11/ppf.html' title='PPF'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6284895549232442639</id><published>2011-11-07T09:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:57:54.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Scorre</title><content type='html'>Scorre, scorre, scorre. Il tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E io volo grazie alle grandi ali della mia età adulta.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6284895549232442639?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6284895549232442639/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6284895549232442639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6284895549232442639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6284895549232442639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/11/scorre.html' title='Scorre'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8371662017028913727</id><published>2011-10-17T09:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T09:30:43.311+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Non nascondiamoci</title><content type='html'>Si può interrompere la propria vita senza il bisogno di morire?&lt;br /&gt;Sì, si può.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo così tanta paura della morte senza pensare che siamo noi stessi i primi a lasciarci morire. Nella noia, nel lavoro, nella solitudine, nel dare tutto per scontato, nella pigrizia.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo capaci di volere tutto senza godere di niente.&lt;br /&gt;E siamo capaci di chiedere senza prima pensare se abbiamo mai risposto a chi ci chiedeva.&lt;br /&gt;Non lasciamoci morire.&lt;br /&gt;Non nascondiamoci alla vita.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8371662017028913727?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8371662017028913727/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8371662017028913727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8371662017028913727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8371662017028913727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/10/non-nascondiamoci.html' title='Non nascondiamoci'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6314393245812818857</id><published>2011-09-14T11:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:43:26.891+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Feeling and feeling good.</title><content type='html'>E' quella sensazione di serenità che mi porta a realizzare che sì, oggi ho 28 anni ... e sentire che sto andando nella direzione giusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto bene!&lt;br /&gt;Che grandezza infinita in queste due piccole parole.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6314393245812818857?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6314393245812818857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6314393245812818857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6314393245812818857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6314393245812818857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/09/feeling-and-feeling-good.html' title='Feeling and feeling good.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-461605471257852063</id><published>2011-09-08T10:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T10:51:25.637+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Gesti.</title><content type='html'>Se mi porgi la mano, io posso offrirti il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-461605471257852063?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/461605471257852063/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=461605471257852063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/461605471257852063'/><link 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type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;La vita è bella!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lo dice il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6895256718368945010?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6895256718368945010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6895256718368945010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6895256718368945010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"Non hai mai sentito dire che la bellezza delle cose ama nascondersi" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed è la stessa bellezza che ama nascondersi sotte le lenzuola del mio letto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1196970989705231549?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1196970989705231549/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1196970989705231549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1196970989705231549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1196970989705231549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/07/la-bellezza-delle-cose.html' title='La bellezza delle cose.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4510342349078707265</id><published>2011-07-14T12:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:28:17.434+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Eppure sentire.</title><content type='html'>Non lo so perchè, ma ho come la sensazione che prima o poi io pagherò per l'ennesima volta per tutto quello che ho fatto in passato.&lt;br /&gt;Mi prude dappertutto da quanto lo sento.&lt;br /&gt;E mi si blocca lo stomaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4510342349078707265?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4510342349078707265/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4510342349078707265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4510342349078707265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4510342349078707265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/07/eppure-sentire.html' title='Eppure sentire.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3233718073842121178</id><published>2011-06-29T11:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:42:42.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Insicurezza.</title><content type='html'>Talvolta la non chiarezza rende insicuro anche il più determinato.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3233718073842121178?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3233718073842121178/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3233718073842121178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3233718073842121178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3233718073842121178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/06/insicurezza.html' title='Insicurezza.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2194129577464572004</id><published>2011-06-23T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T10:29:48.547+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><title type='text'>La moca dei pensieri</title><content type='html'>A volte bisogna avere paura per capire certe cose e per dar loro la giusta importanza.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè, cazzo?&lt;br /&gt;Perchè?&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento il viso bagnato, ma ho paura a guardarmi allo specchio perchè riconoscere le mie lacrime ... riconoscere che sto piangendo mi indebolisce ancora di più. E allora vado in cucina, metto l'acqua e il caffè nella moca e aspetto con l'ansia di chi non ha nient'altro. Solo ansia.&lt;br /&gt;L'odore del caffè che sale mi dà nausea. Mi allontano e cerco qualcosa da fare per alimentare la mia ansia, la mia paura.&lt;br /&gt;Sono autodistruttiva, lo so. Mi cullo e mi cullerò tutta la vita di questo perchè mi convinco di non avere nient'altro. E forse, è giusto ammetterlo, perchè tutto sommato mi piace.&lt;br /&gt;Stamattina, in bagno, ho guardato il rasoio e poi ho guardato il mio polso: è stato un processo automatico, istintivo e mentale. I miei movimenti, però, non hanno svolto l'ordine imposto dai miei occhi. Non so perchè. In fin dei conti amo vivere. Lo faccio male, ma mi piace.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sdraio sul divano e conto. Comincio a contare e più vado avanti con i numeri, più penso che sono il numero di tutte le cose che ho perso. Tutte le persone che ho volontariamanete avvicinato per poterle respingere successivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sarebbe fottutamente inutile chiedersi il perchè, perchè lo sappiamo tutti: io e tutte le persone che hanno deciso di allontanarsi.&lt;br /&gt;La solitudine è uno stato della mia mente che ho costretto a diventare reale. Tutto ciò che mi circondava ha dovuto per forza seguire le mie regole, perchè io non concedevo alle loro di soccombermi.&lt;br /&gt;Ed eccomi qui. Sola, in ansia, impaurita, ... vuota.&lt;br /&gt;Sono il niente. Il niente di un qualcosa che ha deciso di non essere.&lt;br /&gt;Sono un fiore che non è mai chiesto acqua.&lt;br /&gt;L'infarto di un cuore che batteva.&lt;br /&gt;Sono il grido di una paura repressa.&lt;br /&gt;Il vetro rotto di uno specch .... cos'è questo odore di bruciato?&lt;br /&gt;Annuso l'aria.&lt;br /&gt;.... CAZZO, il caffè.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2194129577464572004?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2194129577464572004/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2194129577464572004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2194129577464572004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2194129577464572004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/06/la-moca-dei-pensieri.html' title='La moca dei pensieri'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6537592634017961674</id><published>2011-06-17T09:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:21:41.554+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Enough is never enough</title><content type='html'>Non si è mai abbastanza. Per niente e per nessuno.&lt;br /&gt;Uff.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6537592634017961674?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6537592634017961674/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6537592634017961674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6537592634017961674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6537592634017961674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/06/enough-is-never-enough.html' title='Enough is never enough'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5650597742469961488</id><published>2011-05-30T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:38:40.377+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Per fortuna, esiste.</title><content type='html'>Penso che se Asia non fosse mai esistita, io sarei stata una persona diversa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma lei c'è, per fortuna. Io mi sento migliore accanto a lei.&lt;br /&gt;Anzi, è lei che mi fa sentire di esserlo.&lt;br /&gt;Con quegli occhi così grandi da cucciolo coraggioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lei è il mio vento che soffia via le nuvole nere.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Da sempre.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5650597742469961488?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5650597742469961488/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5650597742469961488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5650597742469961488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5650597742469961488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/05/per-fortuna-esiste.html' title='Per fortuna, esiste.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5341382241663712437</id><published>2011-05-23T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:29:40.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>There's always a reason to smile, ... if you want to.</title><content type='html'>A volte mi dispiaccio per te, perchè tieni gli occhi sempre socchiusi senza spalancarli mai.&lt;br /&gt;E non ti rendi conto che, al contrario di quello che pensi, ci sono tante cose nella tua vita per cui varrebbe davvero la pena di mostrare i denti .. e sorridere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono contenta di essere come sono. Con i miei occhi spalancati verso il mondo e un sorriso sempre pronto da condividere.&lt;br /&gt;Niente e nessuno mi priverà di questo.&lt;br /&gt;Per niente e per nessuno mi priverò di questo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5341382241663712437?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5341382241663712437/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5341382241663712437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5341382241663712437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5341382241663712437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-always-reason-to-smile-if-you.html' title='There&apos;s always a reason to smile, ... if you want to.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5244293854335190708</id><published>2011-05-16T15:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T15:48:35.114+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>An Inky Pinky Ponky Happyness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FELICE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ma lo penso in silenzio. Non lo sussurro nemmeno. Me lo tengo per me, nella mia testa. Lascio che le letterine che compongono questa parola mi riempino la mente.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non uso la voce per dirlo.&lt;br /&gt;Lo scrivo.&lt;br /&gt;Affinchè rimanga stampato per sempre nei miei ricordi più belli.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5244293854335190708?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5244293854335190708/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5244293854335190708&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5244293854335190708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5244293854335190708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/05/inky-pinky-ponky-happyness.html' title='An Inky Pinky Ponky Happyness.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1272879890021479001</id><published>2011-05-02T15:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:50:22.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>SHARING</title><content type='html'>Se fossi priva di emozioni, non potrei godermi tutto questo.&lt;br /&gt;Tutta questa bellezza.&lt;br /&gt;Tutta questa immensa bellezza del condividere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;"Oggi chiedimi di condividerci, anche al buio se ci spegnerà."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRENDO TE, L. Pausini -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1272879890021479001?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1272879890021479001/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1272879890021479001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1272879890021479001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1272879890021479001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/05/sharing.html' title='SHARING'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6461586458220742211</id><published>2011-04-26T15:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:50:36.874+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>In Love.</title><content type='html'>... "come puo' uno scoglio arginare il mare&lt;br /&gt;anche se non voglio torno gia' a volare&lt;br /&gt;le distese azzurre e le verdi terre&lt;br /&gt;le discese ardite e le risalite&lt;br /&gt;su nel cielo aperto &lt;br /&gt;e poi giu' il deserto &lt;br /&gt;e poi ancora in alto&lt;br /&gt;con un grande salto" ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6461586458220742211?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6461586458220742211/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6461586458220742211&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6461586458220742211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6461586458220742211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-love.html' title='In Love.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5800649073653577495</id><published>2011-04-17T14:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:14:19.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><title type='text'>You &amp; I</title><content type='html'>Quando sto con te, non ho bisogno di niente altro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5800649073653577495?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5800649073653577495/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5800649073653577495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5800649073653577495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5800649073653577495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-i.html' title='You &amp; I'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5819903162277509363</id><published>2011-04-11T22:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:51:08.669+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Raccontami.</title><content type='html'>E l'odore del caffè della mattina, mentre tu stai ancora dormendo. Il momento è dolce come le fette di pane e nutella che ti sto preparando per colazione. Le poche occasioni di tutto ciò mi fanno godere il momento con tutto il respiro d'amore che ho dentro. In questi momenti ti sento più mia che mai, nonostante non sono le mie braccia quelle che ora ti stanno stringendo .. ma quelle del tuo sogno a me così segreto. Poi ti svegli, arricci il naso all'odore familiare che invade la cucina e sorridi mentre ti guardo stiracchiarti. Adoro guardarti, ti ho &lt;em&gt;vista &lt;/em&gt;guardandoti e ora non ne riesco più a fare a meno. Anche se so che adesso sei parte di me. Ti lecchi le labbra dichiarando fine alla tua colazione, ti appoggi rilassata alla sedia e, con occhi assonnati ma ormai svegli, mi dici: "Stanotte ho fatto un sogno stranissimo. Ora ti racconto!". Io sorrido e penso che sì, .. raccontami. Raccontami tutto di te. Raccontami TE. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5819903162277509363?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5819903162277509363/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5819903162277509363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5819903162277509363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5819903162277509363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/04/raccontami.html' title='Raccontami.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1873543381979160551</id><published>2011-04-06T17:34:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T17:37:21.483+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Oh, Life!</title><content type='html'>Non ho la minima intenzione di passare la mia vita intera a vivere per lavorare. Non succederà mai. Voglio prendere in mano la mia vita e sbatterla con forza contro milioni di stimoli!!! .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1873543381979160551?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1873543381979160551/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1873543381979160551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1873543381979160551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1873543381979160551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-life.html' title='Oh, Life!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3729026205652043215</id><published>2011-04-01T10:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:07:20.722+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Voglia di sorprendermi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3729026205652043215?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3729026205652043215/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3729026205652043215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3729026205652043215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3729026205652043215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7288499632800819267</id><published>2011-03-03T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:57:45.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>I'd catch a grenade for ya.</title><content type='html'>Se a te non dispiace, vorrei amarti per sempre ... ♥.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7288499632800819267?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7288499632800819267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7288499632800819267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7288499632800819267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7288499632800819267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/03/id-catch-grenade-for-ya.html' title='I&apos;d catch a grenade for ya.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-487940013531266267</id><published>2011-02-17T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:54:26.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>IO ≠ ITALIA</title><content type='html'>L'Italia non mi appartiene.&lt;br /&gt;Ma io appartengo a lei, purtroppo.&lt;br /&gt;Arriverà il giorno in cui le nostre voci avranno un'importanza?&lt;br /&gt;Ha ragione Caparezza quando dice: &lt;em&gt;"Non te ne accorgi ma da qui se ne vanno tutti!"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei essere una di quei tutti ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-487940013531266267?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/487940013531266267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=487940013531266267&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/487940013531266267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/487940013531266267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/02/io-italia.html' title='IO ≠ ITALIA'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6949773394253495855</id><published>2011-02-07T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:21:15.351+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Fully realized!</title><content type='html'>Sentirsi grande non è mai stato così emozionante.&lt;br /&gt;Guardarsi in giro per casa e sentirsi, nel proprio piccolo, realizzati.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco sì, realizzata.&lt;br /&gt;E' così che mi sento. :-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6949773394253495855?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6949773394253495855/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6949773394253495855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6949773394253495855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6949773394253495855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/02/fully-realized.html' title='Fully realized!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7280163981315310748</id><published>2011-01-31T16:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T16:08:30.623+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>In love with MY home.</title><content type='html'>Non credevo si potesse avere gli occhi a forma di cuore anche nei confronti della propria casa ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7280163981315310748?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7280163981315310748/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7280163981315310748&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7280163981315310748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7280163981315310748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-love-with-my-home.html' title='In love with MY home.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2995175718537911034</id><published>2011-01-16T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:22:32.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Essere o non essere.</title><content type='html'>Se potessi, mi rifarei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi disegnerei come Renée Michel de "L'eleganza del riccio" che, nonostante la bellezza che custodisce dentro di sè, chiude le porte del suo cuore e del suo mondo ... al mondo intero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacerebbe, anche solo per un giorno, essere qualcuno o qualcosa che non sono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppure essere nessuno o niente.&lt;br /&gt;Non essere e basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma io AMO essere.&lt;br /&gt;A volte penso che sia il mio peggior difetto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2995175718537911034?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2995175718537911034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2995175718537911034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>London on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7523992261524069209?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7523992261524069209/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7523992261524069209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7523992261524069209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sorriderci.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1497024106556200943?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1497024106556200943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1497024106556200943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1497024106556200943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1497024106556200943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/12/whistling.html' title='Whistling'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6876238039279583610</id><published>2010-12-03T16:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T17:03:07.708+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>All'Orizzonte.</title><content type='html'>E, magicamente, mi ritrovo con un testo e una musica scritti solo per te ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6876238039279583610?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6876238039279583610/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6876238039279583610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6876238039279583610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6876238039279583610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/12/allorizzonte.html' title='All&apos;Orizzonte.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2001771916904606932</id><published>2010-11-17T15:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:32:29.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><title type='text'>ASIA: a lovely "land" to let grow up! :-)</title><content type='html'>Sono piena, &lt;em&gt;piena&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;piena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;PIENA&lt;/strong&gt; d'amore per mia nipote.&lt;br /&gt;Il ruolo di zia mi calza perfettamente addosso e non c'è odore di presunzione nella mia affermazione.&lt;br /&gt;E' il mio cuore che parla.&lt;br /&gt;E dice ♥ ASIA ♥ ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2001771916904606932?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2001771916904606932/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2001771916904606932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2001771916904606932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2001771916904606932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/11/asia-lovely-land-to-let-grow-up.html' title='ASIA: a lovely &quot;land&quot; to let grow up! :-)'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-9111325355180457581</id><published>2010-11-09T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:05:27.022+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Life in Progress</title><content type='html'>Il giorno che mi accorgerò di essere diventata gelida e altezzosa come tutti quelli che lavorano nel mio ufficio, prometto a me stessa che mi licenzierò all'istante.&lt;br /&gt;IO non voglio vivere per lavorare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IO voglio vivere.&lt;/strong&gt; Punto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-9111325355180457581?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/9111325355180457581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=9111325355180457581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9111325355180457581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9111325355180457581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-in-progress.html' title='Life in Progress'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4138857580489591703</id><published>2010-11-03T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:26:48.938+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>30 days to go ...</title><content type='html'>Tra un mese si diventa grandi, dunque.&lt;br /&gt;La proprietaria di casa diventerà finalmente e ufficialmente abitante del proprio appartamento.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4138857580489591703?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4138857580489591703/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4138857580489591703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4138857580489591703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4138857580489591703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-days-to-go.html' title='30 days to go ...'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4260554599771571528</id><published>2010-10-29T09:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:38:41.127+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Alteration</title><content type='html'>Si può essere felici e delusi nello stesso tempo e per lo stesso motivo?&lt;br /&gt;La risposta è sì.&lt;br /&gt;La risposta è fottutamente sì.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4260554599771571528?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4260554599771571528/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4260554599771571528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>All'unisono</title><content type='html'>Il mondo è veramente molto più affascinante quando si ha un cuore che batte dentro di noi.&lt;br /&gt;Pensate a quanto potrebbe essere ancora più irresistibile, se sei milioni di cuori battessero all'unisono ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1272254885694456835?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1272254885694456835/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1272254885694456835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1272254885694456835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1272254885694456835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/10/allunisono.html' title='All&apos;unisono'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4330894585619770273</id><published>2010-10-12T09:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T09:44:49.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tu&lt;/strong&gt; ... sei la &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;mia canzone d'amore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; più bella.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4330894585619770273?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4330894585619770273/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4330894585619770273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4330894585619770273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4330894585619770273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6554142215442299591</id><published>2010-10-06T20:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:20:32.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Male.</title><content type='html'>Mi siedo contro il muro della mia camera, con le gambe incrociate e la testa stancamente appoggiata alla parete e con gli occhi che osservano distratti fuori dalla finestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non vedo niente. Solo il male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Il male di una malattia incurabile, il male della disperazione, della rassegnazione, della solitudine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non pensa a niente. Solo al male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Al male di un ti amo ubriaco, di promesse non pronunciate, di un incidente mortale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non sento niente. Solo il male.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il male di un bambino mai nato, di omicidi insani, di violenza fisica e mentale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non credo a niente. Solo al male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Al male dato dalla perdita, dall'assenza, dall'indifferenza, dal vuoto di un bacio maturo.&lt;br /&gt;Mali che fanno male.&lt;br /&gt;Mali che non danno pace.&lt;br /&gt;Mali da sentirsi male.&lt;br /&gt;Ma io non ho paura di loro, non li temo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perchè so che sarai tu ad uccidermi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6554142215442299591?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6554142215442299591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6554142215442299591&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6554142215442299591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6554142215442299591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/10/male.html' title='Male.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8492001670952571547</id><published>2010-10-05T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:01:03.319+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><title type='text'>Are dreams my reality?</title><content type='html'>I sogni.&lt;br /&gt;Sono i nostri inconfessabili desideri, ... o le nostre paure più remote?&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di una biblioteca.&lt;br /&gt;E di Freud.&lt;br /&gt;E dell'interpretazione dei sogni.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8492001670952571547?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8492001670952571547/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8492001670952571547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8492001670952571547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8492001670952571547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/10/are-dreams-my-reality.html' title='Are dreams my reality?'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4799097036127723630</id><published>2010-09-29T10:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:28:57.081+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Happy Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Non c'è niente di più bello del rendersi conto che anche la Nana più importante della tua vita &lt;strong&gt;ama&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;chi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ami&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4799097036127723630?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4799097036127723630/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4799097036127723630&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4799097036127723630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4799097036127723630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-family.html' title='Happy Family'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3272652429708200290</id><published>2010-09-24T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T11:04:13.264+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Equilibri traballanti</title><content type='html'>Se avessi la possibilità di regalare anche solo un briciolo del mio equilibrio personale, lo darei a te.&lt;br /&gt;Non so cosa pagherei per vederti sorridere ancora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Non importa contro chi ti trovi a combattere; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;il tuo avversario sarà sempre te stesso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NAKAMURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3272652429708200290?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3272652429708200290/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3272652429708200290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3272652429708200290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3272652429708200290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/09/equilibri-traballanti.html' title='Equilibri traballanti'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1152605135279931143</id><published>2010-09-22T10:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:09:01.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Family Portrait</title><content type='html'>Il giorno del mio compleanno è stato il giorno più caldo e pieno di sole mai esistito prima, per me.&lt;br /&gt;E la cosa che mi fa scaldare il cuore è il fatto che lo sarebbe stato comunque, anche se avesse piovuto ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Io amo la mia Famiglia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E amo Noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1152605135279931143?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1152605135279931143/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1152605135279931143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1152605135279931143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1152605135279931143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/09/il-giorno-del-mio-compleanno-e-stato-il.html' title='Family Portrait'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5018808450941167133</id><published>2010-09-09T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:55:54.524+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Insoddisfazione.</title><content type='html'>Non siamo in grado di amare incondizionatamente.&lt;br /&gt;Questo è il motivo principale per cui siamo eternamente insoddisfatti.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5018808450941167133?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5018808450941167133/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5018808450941167133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5018808450941167133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5018808450941167133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/09/insoddisfazione.html' title='Insoddisfazione.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6890490185935276386</id><published>2010-09-03T16:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:21:21.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Le Emozioni si pagano sempre</title><content type='html'>Le emozioni, i brividi inattesi hanno sempre un caro prezzo da pagare.&lt;br /&gt;Quelli troppo forti e incontrollabili ci fanno fare delle pazzie che spesso i nostri amici non capiscono ... fino a che non ci cadono anche loro.&lt;br /&gt;Bello sentirsi vivi.&lt;br /&gt;E' un gran peccato sapere che, del tuo sentirti viva, ci sarà sempre qualcuno che ne morirà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che tristezza la vita, a volte.&lt;br /&gt;Che felicità la vita, a volte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se da piccoli ci avessero letto meno favole, forse saremmo cresciuti con più consapevolezza.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6890490185935276386?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6890490185935276386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6890490185935276386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6890490185935276386'/><link 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type='text'>A braccetto con la vita</title><content type='html'>Lei ha un odore così buono che nessuna pioggia d'estate saprebbe averlo in quel modo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento folle accanto a lei.&lt;br /&gt;Assorbo il dolore e il buono con la medesima intensità.&lt;br /&gt;Ed è proprio quell'intensità che mi fa perdere la testa. Che mi fa ammiccare al mondo come se fosse mio alleato da un'eternità.&lt;br /&gt;Mi nutro di ciò che mi dà, e di ciò che sento di darmi quando sono con lei.&lt;br /&gt;Sono obesa d'amore. Ma mi sento la donna più in forma dell'universo.&lt;br /&gt;Sono pazza. Sono irrazionalmente lucida.&lt;br /&gt;Forse sarò felice.&lt;br /&gt;Magari è più facile che soffrirò.&lt;br /&gt;Non m'importa.&lt;br /&gt;Sono io.&lt;br /&gt;Veramente io.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tutto questo è ciò che si dice essere vita, io voglio la mia vita tutta la vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non ho paura di vivere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7834005900831883901?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7834005900831883901/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7834005900831883901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7834005900831883901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7834005900831883901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/08/braccetto-con-la-vita.html' title='A braccetto con la vita'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5145675320289602857</id><published>2010-08-06T17:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T17:34:19.565+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Intreccio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Nelle nostri notti americane, tutto è condivisione e abbandono. La mia testa appoggiata sulla tua spalla. I nostri capelli che s'intrecciano. La musica sorda del sangue nelle vene. Il tuo battito cardiaco che si fonde con il mio."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G. Musso - Ti vengo a cercare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5145675320289602857?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5145675320289602857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5145675320289602857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5145675320289602857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5145675320289602857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/08/intreccio.html' title='Intreccio'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6255871188067893773</id><published>2010-07-23T14:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:16:50.549+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Alla ricerca del frutto</title><content type='html'>E' un mondo difficile quello delle relazioni.&lt;br /&gt;Il mondo avrebbe molta più pace se fosse in grado di stare da solo, invece ci ostiniamo a cercare l'altra metà della mela facendo finta di non sapere che non esiste, e che non la vogliamo veramente. In realtà, siamo sempre tentati dalla metà di un frutto sempre diverso da noi.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6255871188067893773?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6255871188067893773/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6255871188067893773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6255871188067893773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6255871188067893773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/07/alla-ricerca-del-frutto.html' title='Alla ricerca del frutto'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-393176843305019448</id><published>2010-07-20T16:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T16:15:57.956+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Ti so qui, al mio fianco.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;... "Cercare nel dormiveglia un piccolo contatto. Che non è starsi addosso, è un'altra cosa, è un piccolo sentire, semplice calore appoggiato. E' aggrapparsi con delicata consistenza alla felicità di saperla lì, al tuo fianco." ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F. Volo - Il tempo che vorrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-393176843305019448?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/393176843305019448/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=393176843305019448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/393176843305019448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/393176843305019448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/07/ti-so-qui-al-mio-fianco.html' title='Ti so qui, al mio fianco.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2684735400774128977</id><published>2010-07-02T12:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:44:07.564+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><title type='text'>IL MIO COLORE SEI TU</title><content type='html'>E' proprio vero quando dicono che i bambini ti riempiono la casa, la giornata, la vita.&lt;br /&gt;Il solo pensiero di passare una serata intera insieme a te mi riempie il cuore, l'anima, ... ed il mio cielo.&lt;br /&gt;A volte mi chiedo se io riuscirò mai a ridarti tutto quello che tu, in tre anni, hai dato a me senza fare praticamente nulla se non esistere.&lt;br /&gt;Nei momenti più neri, tu era lì a risplendermi.&lt;br /&gt;Nel cielo più scuro, tu eri la stella più bella.&lt;br /&gt;E anche ora che sto bene, non è mai lo stesso bene sano che sento quando sei intorno a me.&lt;br /&gt;Mi auguro tu possa vivere una vita serena, piena e stimolante sempre. Ma si sa che la vita ha un gusto amaro, a volte. I giorni grigi ci saranno, purtroppo. Quelli neri, anche.&lt;br /&gt;Sappi che se in quei giorni vedrai tutto buio davanti a te, io sarò sempre lì a regalarti tutti i colori di tutte le strade del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2684735400774128977?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2684735400774128977/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2684735400774128977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2684735400774128977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2684735400774128977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/07/il-mio-colore-sei-tu.html' title='IL MIO COLORE SEI TU'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3174942896157259289</id><published>2010-06-25T12:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:18:00.870+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Il mio ultimo giorno è ogni giorno</title><content type='html'>Stamattina mi sono vista un letto d'ospedale in faccia.&lt;br /&gt;Il destino ha voluto che non era ancora la mia ora per andare a risalutare i miei nonni e sono ancora qui, dietro a questo schermo a scrivere, ancora totalmente scioccata.&lt;br /&gt;Io non so se sono stati i miei riflessi pronti, o la fortuna di una corsia vuota al mio fianco, o semplicemente davvero e soltanto il destino a cui non ho mai creduto fino in fondo ... fatto sta che è proprio vero quello che dicono: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vivete ogni giorno come se fosse l'ultimo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; che ha il sapore di banalità andata a male ma ... cazzo quanto è vero!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3174942896157259289?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3174942896157259289/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3174942896157259289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3174942896157259289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3174942896157259289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-mio-ultimo-giorno-e-ogni-giorno.html' title='Il mio ultimo giorno è ogni giorno'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5613247682182836944</id><published>2010-06-18T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:30:00.979+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><title type='text'>Time after time</title><content type='html'>A volte guardo in faccia ad una parte della mia vita e penso che è proprio vero che il tempo sa e può guarire le ferite.&lt;br /&gt;Poi guardo in faccia ad un'altra parte della mia vita e penso che il tempo non è alleato di tutti.&lt;br /&gt;Ma è davvero il tempo o siamo soltanto noi in grado di controllare il nostro dolore?&lt;br /&gt;E' davvero il tempo o siamo soltanto noi ad avere il potere di dire "basta"?&lt;br /&gt;Quest'anno a Babbo Natale chiederò &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;equilibrio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; per tutti.&lt;br /&gt;Belli e brutti.&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5613247682182836944?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5613247682182836944/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5613247682182836944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5613247682182836944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5613247682182836944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7780428409429795815</id><published>2010-06-14T10:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T10:07:13.567+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>The smell of the Rain</title><content type='html'>Che bello l'odore della pioggia ... sa di te.&lt;br /&gt;Ogni volta.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7780428409429795815?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7780428409429795815/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7780428409429795815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7780428409429795815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7780428409429795815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/smell-of-rain.html' title='The smell of the Rain'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3191270086606295180</id><published>2010-06-09T15:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:24:02.881+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><title type='text'>In the dark, we can shine!</title><content type='html'>Non esiste calore se dentro te non c'è il sole.&lt;br /&gt;Non esiste vita se dentro te non vi è respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Non ci sono soluzioni se dentro te non esistono risposte.&lt;br /&gt;Oggi mi sveglio e trovo i tuoi occhi negli occhi socchiusi del sorriso di Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Il giorno che riuscirò a trovarli anche nei tuoi, allora avrò la certezza che stai bene davvero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nel buio, sai, si può brillare meglio che al sole."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3191270086606295180?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3191270086606295180/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3191270086606295180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3191270086606295180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3191270086606295180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-dark-we-can-shine.html' title='In the dark, we can shine!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3666802390093326340</id><published>2010-06-07T16:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:39:24.832+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Senza te e con te</title><content type='html'>Un mese senza te, mia piccola nanetta.&lt;br /&gt;Ma un mese insieme a TE, a ballare a piedi nudi con la musica alla radio ... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You, both.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3666802390093326340?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3666802390093326340/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3666802390093326340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3666802390093326340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3666802390093326340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/senza-te-e-con-te.html' title='Senza te e con te'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1210748371041862307</id><published>2010-06-03T11:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:43:03.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>... Quando si rompe qualcosa, nemmeno l'attack serve davvero a sistemare il danno. Se la si guarda dopo averla aggiustata, si può notare comunque che è rotta.&lt;br /&gt;Questo, purtroppo, succede anche nei rapporti umani.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1210748371041862307?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1210748371041862307/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1210748371041862307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1210748371041862307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1210748371041862307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/06/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8469791214857639579</id><published>2010-05-25T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:31:35.423+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>F-E-A-R-S</title><content type='html'>Non esiste coraggio, senza la paura.&lt;br /&gt;C'è chi è più coraggioso di altri, ma tutti abbiamo le nostre paure.&lt;br /&gt;Non si vive senza. E' nella natura dell'uomo, considerato come essere umano, provarla.&lt;br /&gt;Anche il più sicuro nasconde la sua paura più folle.&lt;br /&gt;C'è chi si fa schiacciare dalle paure.&lt;br /&gt;Chi se le trascina per decenni.&lt;br /&gt;Chi le affronta.&lt;br /&gt;Chi le ignora.&lt;br /&gt;Chi prova a distruggerle usando violenza su se stesso, o sugli altri.&lt;br /&gt;Chi ci cammina mano nella mano e se ne fa una ragione.&lt;br /&gt;Chi la rende scusa per non dire, non fare, non rischiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io semplicemente ci convivo. So che ce l'ho, ma non mi lascio annientare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che la proviamo o meno, non è la paura a cambiare il corso degli eventi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Le cose vanno SEMPRE come devono andare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8469791214857639579?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8469791214857639579/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8469791214857639579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8469791214857639579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8469791214857639579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/05/f-e-r-s.html' title='F-E-A-R-S'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-4336093023374375409</id><published>2010-05-17T15:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:53:13.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>I'm off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NON CE LA FACCIO PIU'.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-4336093023374375409?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/4336093023374375409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=4336093023374375409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4336093023374375409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/4336093023374375409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-off.html' title='I&apos;m off.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3215709307209657643</id><published>2010-05-12T10:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:14:31.727+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>M'appartengo, ed io ci tengo.</title><content type='html'>Ci sono persone che non puoi cambiare.&lt;br /&gt;Cose che non puoi modificare.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo che non puoi recuperare.&lt;br /&gt;Errori che non puoi più correggere.&lt;br /&gt;Convinzioni sbagliate che non puoi capovolgere.&lt;br /&gt;Situazioni difficili che non puoi trasformare.&lt;br /&gt;E ci sono vite che, seppur incastrate con le nostre, &lt;strong&gt;non&lt;/strong&gt; ci appartengono.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3215709307209657643?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3215709307209657643/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3215709307209657643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3215709307209657643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3215709307209657643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/05/mappartengo-ed-io-ci-tengo.html' title='M&apos;appartengo, ed io ci tengo.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7577053528792250896</id><published>2010-05-03T11:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:43:37.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>As long as</title><content type='html'>... Perchè siamo &lt;strong&gt;cielo&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;terra&lt;/strong&gt;, seppur opposti, solo insieme fanno &lt;em&gt;Orizzonte&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Perchè siamo &lt;strong&gt;sole&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;pioggia&lt;/strong&gt;, seppur opposti, solo insieme fanno &lt;em&gt;Arcobaleno&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... For as long as we both shall live ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I RAIN LOVE FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7577053528792250896?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7577053528792250896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7577053528792250896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7577053528792250896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7577053528792250896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-long-as.html' title='As long as'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7307337209849451018</id><published>2010-04-28T14:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:00:00.082+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Liberi di non volare</title><content type='html'>Il sole illuminava la panchina di fronte a me. Forse è stata proprio per questa ragione che avevo deciso di sedermici. Quasi come se, stupidamente, fosse un segno.&lt;br /&gt;E' ridicolo che consideriamo segni tutto ciò che vediamo quando siamo alla ricerca di risposte: se ci poniamo delle domande, un semplice cane che abbaia lo vediamo come un segno. Se invece il giorno prima abbiamo fatto l'amore e siamo sereni, un semplice cane che abbaia ... è soltanto un semplice cane che abbaia.&lt;br /&gt;Su quella panchina mi ero seduta, sì. Però il mio corpo e la mia mente volavano alti. Avevano voglia di sentirsi liberi. Liberi di pensare, di essere, di sentire. Liberi dall'ossessione, dai risentimenti, dalle brutte sensazioni.&lt;br /&gt;Avete mai fatto caso al fatto che tutte le volte che si vuole disegnare la libertà su un pezzo di carta, il più delle volte la rappresentiamo attraverso un qualcosa che vola? Un uccello che vola libero nel cielo, un palloncino che vola via dalla mani di un bambino, un angelo con ali bianche e candide, etc ..&lt;br /&gt;Possibile che non riusciamo a immaginare di sentirci liberi rimanendo con i piedi per terra?&lt;br /&gt;Io vorrei sentirmi libera di dire di essere libera senza necessariamente dover toccare il cielo con un dito. Io vorrei amare liberamente. Io vorrei guardare verso l'alto e sussurrare al cielo che si può esser liberi anche in mezzo ad un campo pieno di fiori meravigliosi.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, i fiori. Quelle semplicissime e colorate opere d'arte che ci regala la natura.&lt;br /&gt;Che meraviglia!&lt;br /&gt;Sì, se adesso dovessi disegnare la libertà la rappresenterei così:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Io e te. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vorrei fossimo come fiori.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Che riescono a sentirsi liberi anche se non sanno volare."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7307337209849451018?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7307337209849451018/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7307337209849451018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7307337209849451018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7307337209849451018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/04/liberi-di-non-volare.html' title='Liberi di non volare'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8124475253144161265</id><published>2010-04-26T09:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:47:43.390+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>L.Y.</title><content type='html'>... Le cose vanno come devono andare.&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;noi&lt;/strong&gt; ... andiamo alla grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8124475253144161265?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8124475253144161265/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8124475253144161265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8124475253144161265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8124475253144161265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/04/ly.html' title='L.Y.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2773073459676264836</id><published>2010-04-22T10:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:21:33.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Niente di vero tranne gli occhi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dolcifusa.it/Libri_biblioteca/Biblioteca/Giorgio%20Faletti%20-%20Niente%20di%20vero%20tranne%20gli%20occhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://www.dolcifusa.it/Libri_biblioteca/Biblioteca/Giorgio%20Faletti%20-%20Niente%20di%20vero%20tranne%20gli%20occhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Avrebbe preferito che tutto questo non fosse successo. Invece, le cose succedono. Si dicono parole che lasciano dietro conseguenze e significati. Si fanno gesti che possono ferire, per volontà espressa o per leggerezza. O per il semplice timore di essere feriti.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Questa è una delle tante parti di questo libro che mi ha fatto pensare. Ma non è la frase in sè che mi ha scossa.&lt;br /&gt;E' l'insieme di questo libro.&lt;br /&gt;E' una miscela esplosiva tra verità e incredulità, tra realtà e finzione. Quattro concetti che, nonostante siano opposti, se mixati insieme creano, perlomeno a me personalmente, la scossa che ancora tutt'ora sto sentendo.&lt;br /&gt;Non so nemmeno spiegarlo, il perchè.&lt;br /&gt;Confrontare &lt;strong&gt;l'assurdità&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;reale&lt;/u&gt; del libro con &lt;strong&gt;la realtà&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;assurda&lt;/u&gt; della &lt;em&gt;vita vera&lt;/em&gt; fa pensare. Mi fa riflettere.&lt;br /&gt;E devo ammettere che un pò d'ansia mi è venuta.&lt;br /&gt;Soprattutto stamattina, quando il bacio di mia nipote mi ha aperto gli occhi e me li ha fatti appoggiare delicatamente su di lei e instintivamente mi son trovata a pensare: -saremo in grado di proteggerti dal male? E sarai in grado di riconoscere ciò che sarà il buono e ciò che sarà il male?-&lt;br /&gt;Chiudere un libro e non potersi permettere di dire: &lt;em&gt;"Tanto è solo un libro. La vita è un'altra cosa." &lt;/em&gt;perchè la vita stessa ti sfida allo stesso modo, non metterebbe ansia a chiunque? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- La paura e il buio hanno lo stesso colore. - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2773073459676264836?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2773073459676264836/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2773073459676264836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2773073459676264836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2773073459676264836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/04/niente-di-vero-tranne-gli-occhi.html' title='Niente di vero tranne gli occhi'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7431650821647348228</id><published>2010-04-06T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:13:20.921+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Devo smetterla ...</title><content type='html'>... smetterla, smetterla, smetterla.&lt;br /&gt;Di tenermi tutto dentro, accumulare, e fare il botto tutto in una volta sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Però &lt;strong&gt;VAFFANCULO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Punto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7431650821647348228?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7431650821647348228/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7431650821647348228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7431650821647348228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7431650821647348228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/04/devo-smetterla.html' title='Devo smetterla ...'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8168816827542770167</id><published>2010-03-22T10:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:48:49.629+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>La nostra bolla prossemica</title><content type='html'>E' tutto così difficile. A volte vorresti che una semplice mano appoggiata alla sua spalla possa esserle d'aiuto in una situazione complicata. Ma non basta. A volte la vita ci rende così impotenti che ci si chiede se davvero esiste un nostro reale scopo in questa esistenza. Poi Asia sorride, e dopo innumerevoli pianti, tutto il resto ti sembra un dettaglio di poca importanza.&lt;br /&gt;Ma è una &lt;strong&gt;menzogna&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Una storia che finisce segna inesorabilmente. Un legame che si slega rende inermi anche i caratteri più forti. Una famiglia che finisce è l'inizio di una nuova vita condita di paura, di sensazioni di fallimento, di insicurezze e di ricerca ... ma con gli occhi tappati. La nostra &lt;a href="http://21101946.splinder.com/post/13838181"&gt;bolla prossemica&lt;/a&gt; ci suggerisce la giusta distanza da tenere dal resto del mondo. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;E' un estremo bisogno di tutti che ci allontana da quegli stessi tutti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8168816827542770167?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8168816827542770167/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8168816827542770167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8168816827542770167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8168816827542770167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-nostra-bolla-prossemica.html' title='La nostra bolla prossemica'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2891636887213881379</id><published>2010-03-11T09:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:39:49.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Proprietaria di casa .... e sorrisi. :-)</title><content type='html'>Stanca, stressata.&lt;br /&gt;Le mie labbra pullulano di Herpes da due settimane. Non fa in tempo ad andare via una che ne sbucano due.&lt;br /&gt;C'ho sempre sonno.&lt;br /&gt;Sono settimane che non mi faccio una dormita di almeno 10 ore di fila.&lt;br /&gt;Ikea, Castorama, Leroy Merlin e il Carosello sono rispettivamente la mia seconda, terza, quarta e quinta casa da due mesi a questa parte.&lt;br /&gt;E ho cominiciato a controllare più spesso il mio estratto conto .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......... ma a me, questo sorriso dalla faccia, non me lo leva nessuno!!!!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2891636887213881379?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2891636887213881379/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2891636887213881379&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2891636887213881379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2891636887213881379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/03/proprietaria-di-casa-e-sorrisi.html' title='Proprietaria di casa .... e sorrisi. :-)'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8838774415169148967</id><published>2010-02-25T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:15:10.251+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alla sinistra del mio petto&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;u&gt;sempre&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8838774415169148967?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8838774415169148967/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8838774415169148967&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8838774415169148967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8838774415169148967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/02/tu.html' title='Tu.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6463814385853867268</id><published>2010-02-22T10:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:15:43.142+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Per tutte le volte che ...</title><content type='html'>Quando rido, quando piango, quando raggiungo un obettivo, quando perdo.&lt;br /&gt;Se mi offendono, se mi trattano male, se trovo un amico o se lo perdo.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre piango di gioia, mentre mi sfogo, quando sbaglio o quando ho piena ragione.&lt;br /&gt;Se mi faccio del male, se perdo tempo, se non mi comporto bene, se penso prima di parlare.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sono di corsa, quando non ho niente da fare, quando ho bisogno di un abbraccio a parole.&lt;br /&gt;Per tutti i &lt;em&gt;"quando"&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;em&gt;"se"&lt;/em&gt; e i &lt;em&gt;"mentre"&lt;/em&gt; che mi riguardano ... &lt;strong&gt;LEI&lt;/strong&gt; c'è.&lt;br /&gt;E posso essere fiera di dire che so che ci sarà ancora oggi, domani, e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Di quante persone si potrebbe dire lo stesso?&lt;br /&gt;Nella vita ci sono presenze che devono essere importanti.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei che lei fosse e sarà una di queste, nella mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ti voglio bene&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6463814385853867268?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6463814385853867268/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6463814385853867268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6463814385853867268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6463814385853867268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/02/per-tutte-le-volte-che.html' title='Per tutte le volte che ...'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6395287758139976720</id><published>2010-02-09T10:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:36:29.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>I ricordi più belli sposano l'emozione ... - MIA MADRE -</title><content type='html'>Ho sempre criticato, nei miei rapporti di coppia, chi aveva la tendenza, dopo qualche tempo, a darmi troppo per scontata.&lt;br /&gt;Non bisogna dare per scontato nulla. Niente e nessuno. Perchè è un pò come darsi la mazzata sui piedi da soli. Nel momento stesso in cui dai tutto per scontato, l'altro diventa imprevedibile. E' matematico. Il dare per scontato è l'inizio di un tunnel privo di uscita, nella coppia.&lt;br /&gt;Dicevo, è una cosa che ho sempre criticato e nel quale ho sempre cercato di non cadere mai.&lt;br /&gt;Con mia madre, invece, non ci riesco. Sono la Regina del dare per scontanto, con lei.&lt;br /&gt;La sfortuna vuole che, con la propria madre, è un altro modo per dire egoismo ... ma giustificato.&lt;br /&gt;Non so come spiegarmi.&lt;br /&gt;Io so che lei ci sarà sempre. So che ci sarà anche quando mancherò in qualcosa, nelle attenzioni, nelle faccende di casa, nelle feste comandate, nei regali. Niente di tutto questo porterà la presenza fisica e mentale di mia madre via da me.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre è la mamma che mi sbuccia la frutta perchè sa che se non me la sbuccia lei non la mangio.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre è quella che, quando le prometto che le lenzuola del mio letto le cambio io e non lo faccio, lo fa lei senza dirlo a mio padre perchè sennò si arrabbia.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre è quella che le chiedo un favore la sera e la mattina del giorno dopo è la prima cosa a cui pensa da fare.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre è quella che saltella battendo le mani al momento del rogito della mia prima casa, ma che piangerà quando andrò via di casa.&lt;br /&gt;Mia madre è quella che se le dico: "Stasera non esco, sto a casa!", per lei diventa una serata speciale.&lt;br /&gt;E' un rapporto strano, quello tra madre e figlia. Fatto di due bisogni diversi: quelli di una madre che se ne priva per soddisfare gli altri bisogni, quelli del figlio, che se ne crea di continuo i quali, il più delle volte, sono del tutto superflui.&lt;br /&gt;E' un rapporto strano.&lt;br /&gt;Forse è proprio per questo che uno dei ricordi più belli che mi lega a mia madre è, nello stesso tempo, anche quello più brutto.&lt;br /&gt;E' il ricordo di quando ho litigato pesantemente con lei.&lt;br /&gt;Le avevo promesso che sarei andata con lei a Salerno dai parenti ma, dato che avevo appena iniziato una nuova storia che mi faceva stare bene, avevo deciso all'ultimo momento di ritrattare e di rimanere a casa. Dando per scontato che lei avrebbe chiuso un occhio, come sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Quella volta mi sbagliavo.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo litigato per una sera intera. Ovviamente lei aveva ragione e io fingevo di averla io.&lt;br /&gt;Non abbiamo mai litigato così. Forse non abbiamo neanche mai litigato, se non per cavolate.&lt;br /&gt;A fine serata ero senza parole, confusa e incredula.&lt;br /&gt;Dopo il fiume di parole di quella sera, c'è stato un lago di silenzi di mia madre che è durato per quattro lunghissimi giorni.&lt;br /&gt;Volevo morire.&lt;br /&gt;Al quinto giorno non ce l'ho più fatta e sono caduta tra le sue braccia. E ho pianto. Ho pianto come mai avevo fatto con lei. Ho fatto cadere tutte le barriere e ho pianto la sofferenza di quei suoi silenzi di quei giorni. Ho pianto parole trasformate in lacrime, come mai avevo fatto prima. E lei le ha comprese tutte. Lacrima dopo lacrima. Parola dopo parola.&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo pianto insieme e, senza dire nient'altro, abbiamo fatto pace.&lt;br /&gt;Piangere insieme in quel modo, è stato uno dei momenti più belli che ho passato con lei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hanno legato a lei più quelle lacrime comuni, che non lo stesso Dna.&lt;br /&gt;Credo che mia madre sia il vero significato di quel termine, madre.&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente ce ne sono tante al mondo così come lei.&lt;br /&gt;Ma permettetemi di dire che lei, per me, è la migliore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-...continua-&lt;/em&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/4614435007069379048-6395287758139976720?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6395287758139976720/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6395287758139976720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6395287758139976720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6395287758139976720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-ricordi-piu-belli-sposano-lemozione_09.html' title='I ricordi più belli sposano l&apos;emozione ... - MIA MADRE -'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1010962332949901583</id><published>2010-02-05T09:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:34:43.119+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>I ricordi più belli sposano l'emozione ... - ASIA -</title><content type='html'>A volte mi capita di appendermi con bramosia ai ricordi.&lt;br /&gt;A volte succede che siano proprio loro a prendere le redini della mia mente.&lt;br /&gt;Spesso si trattano di emozioni molto forti provate.&lt;br /&gt;Proprio recentemente, dopo l'acquisto della casa nuova, e dopo aver pensato che finalmente mia sorella e la piccola Asia hanno un posto sicuro in cui stare, mi è balenata nella testa l'immagine di quel giorno in cui, dal vetro su cui ci spalmavo violentemente il naso, vidi per la prima volta un minuscolo esserino contorcersi nel piccolo lettino dell'ospedale.&lt;br /&gt;E' approvato che le emozioni, tendenzialmente, tolgano il fiato. Ma questa, una delle più belle che mi abbia mai abbracciata, mi ha fatto invece respirare a pieni polmoni la parola &lt;em&gt;famiglia&lt;/em&gt;. Un concetto così banale quanto fondamentale nella vita di tutti noi.&lt;br /&gt;Asia, da allora, è il centro di tutto. E' il sorriso quando in casa c'è brutto tempo. E' la mano che riunisce chi si è sciolto. E' Natale al primo novembre. Lo stimolo quotidiano a cercare incessantemente la serenità nel cuore.&lt;br /&gt;In realtà, è come se l'emozione di quel giorno non fosse stata consumata soltanto in quelle ventiquattro ore, ma in continua vibrazione ogni giorno.&lt;br /&gt;Asia è il ricordo di ieri, di oggi e di domani.&lt;br /&gt;E' l'emozione più bella.&lt;br /&gt;La strada giusta da prendere ad un bivio.&lt;br /&gt;Asia è il mio passo in avanti ogni giorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ...continua -&lt;/em&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/4614435007069379048-1010962332949901583?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1010962332949901583/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1010962332949901583&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1010962332949901583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1010962332949901583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-ricordi-piu-belli-sposano-lemozione.html' title='I ricordi più belli sposano l&apos;emozione ... - ASIA -'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5762214233132416737</id><published>2010-01-18T17:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:55:12.517+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>CHASIN' CLOUDS (Verona - Capodanno 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S1SSXunkN5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fk86i4IRcSE/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428124387236919186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S1SSXunkN5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fk86i4IRcSE/s400/IMG_2730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S1SSDJEEm9I/AAAAAAAAAg8/WPOX_GmEZ3A/s1600-h/IMG_2731.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5762214233132416737?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5762214233132416737/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5762214233132416737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5762214233132416737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5762214233132416737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/01/chasin-clouds.html' title='CHASIN&apos; CLOUDS (Verona - Capodanno 2009)'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S1SSXunkN5I/AAAAAAAAAhE/fk86i4IRcSE/s72-c/IMG_2730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8282419127686364260</id><published>2010-01-11T11:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:01:17.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><title type='text'>Il "RICCIO" in noi.</title><content type='html'>Accertato che io amo follemente &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Renée Michel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ieri sera ho avuto la conferma di quanto, per alcuni film, non è pensabile affermare: &lt;em&gt;"Ma è soltanto un film!!!"&lt;/em&gt; dalla violenza con cui ti sbattono in faccia la realtà .. la vita reale .. la quotidianità del mondo intero.&lt;br /&gt;E' proprio vero quando si dice che il mondo è fatto di tante facce, peccato che il più di tutte queste facce siano nascoste e non le vediamo, o non le vogliamo vedere.&lt;br /&gt;Riusciamo a dare importanza a così tante apparenze che, molto spesso, ci ritroviamo a guardare anche l'apparenza di noi stessi.&lt;br /&gt;Fossimo tutti davanti allo specchio, cosa noteremmo a prima vista? Le occhiaie, magari un brufoletto proprio in mezzo alla fronte. Le orecchie a sventola, o le sopracciglia da sistemare.&lt;br /&gt;Ci siamo mai guardati &lt;em&gt;DAVVERO&lt;/em&gt; allo specchio?&lt;br /&gt;Come possiamo pretendere che la gente veda l'&lt;strong&gt;OLTRE&lt;/strong&gt; di noi, se anche noi stessi non riusciamo a vederlo?&lt;br /&gt;Dedichiamoci più tempo. Trattiamoci in modo tale che "&lt;u&gt;possiamo dire di esserci&lt;/u&gt;" davvero.&lt;br /&gt;Nel momento stesso in cui sentiremo di esserci, allora sì che anche gli altri ci vedranno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- È molto piacevole ascoltarlo parlare, anche se quello che racconta ti è del tutto indifferente, perché ti parla davvero, si rivolge a te. È la prima volta che incontro qualcuno che si preoccupa di me quando mi parla: non aspetta l'approvazione o il disappunto, mi guarda con l'aria di dire: "Chi sei? Vuoi parlare con me? Mi fa proprio piacere stare con te! ". Ecco cosa volevo dire con la parola gentilezza, questo modo di fare che dà all'altro la sensazione di esserci. -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dal libro "&lt;a href="http://www.ibs.it/code/9788876417962/barbery-muriel/eleganza-del-riccio.html"&gt;L'eleganza del riccio&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8282419127686364260?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8282419127686364260/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8282419127686364260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8282419127686364260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8282419127686364260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/01/il-riccio-in-noi.html' title='Il &quot;RICCIO&quot; in noi.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8784717387928301383</id><published>2010-01-03T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:37:44.147+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>I'm not a sinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ... Quando due persone si vogliono bene, non è MAI un peccato!!! ... -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal film &lt;em&gt;"EX"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8784717387928301383?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8784717387928301383/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8784717387928301383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8784717387928301383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8784717387928301383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-sinner.html' title='I&apos;m not a sinner'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2292805509888475446</id><published>2009-12-24T11:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:36:27.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Christmas Hearts</title><content type='html'>Non abbiamo vinto a Win for Life quindi non siamo diventate ricche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma siamo miliardarie nel cuore ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUON NATALE A TUTTI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scaldate e arricchite i vostri cuori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2292805509888475446?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2292805509888475446/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2292805509888475446&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2292805509888475446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2292805509888475446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-hearts.html' title='Christmas Hearts'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3212303534974163148</id><published>2009-12-15T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T10:07:42.325+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>My(P) World</title><content type='html'>Ritornare a casa e, senza saperlo, ritrovarsi addosso la piccola Asia con il muso sporco di pesce che ti assale e ti abbraccia e ti bacia.&lt;br /&gt;Mangiare tutti insieme, solo noi, tranquillamente, come non si faceva da tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Comunicare la bella notizia alla &lt;em&gt;famigghia&lt;/em&gt; e vedere tua madre che saltella di gioia, felice per te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io &lt;strong&gt;AMO&lt;/strong&gt; la mia famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ancora il piacere dell'attesa di un bacio.&lt;br /&gt;Stringersi sotto le coperte.&lt;br /&gt;Cercarsi durante un film.&lt;br /&gt;Stare bene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Io &lt;strong&gt;AMO&lt;/strong&gt; la &lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;mozione.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3212303534974163148?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2977500086147622169</id><published>2009-12-10T09:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T09:38:22.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Warm Winter</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Tormentami&lt;/em&gt;" dolcemente l'animo,&lt;br /&gt;e io mi addormenterò felice&lt;br /&gt;anche nel più freddo degli inverni.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2977500086147622169?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2379389330470826008</id><published>2009-12-04T16:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T16:53:25.105+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>C'è chi scrive favole,&lt;br /&gt;chi le racconta,&lt;br /&gt;chi le guarda,&lt;br /&gt;chi le legge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E chi la &lt;strong&gt;vive&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGURI!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2379389330470826008?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8436324763109531414</id><published>2009-12-01T09:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:57:30.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><title type='text'>That's what friends are for ...</title><content type='html'>Ci sono occasioni in cui non c'è modo di fermare la disperazione di un amico.&lt;br /&gt;In quei casi, purtroppo, si può soltanto sederglisi accanto ... e ascoltarla.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8436324763109531414?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-5038502822542919123</id><published>2009-11-25T09:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:23:50.876+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Sappiamo di vivere?</title><content type='html'>Fabio Volo dice: &lt;em&gt;"Non stai vivendo se non sai di vivere"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri sera, però, con &lt;strong&gt;te&lt;/strong&gt;, sapevo di vivere.&lt;br /&gt;A volte non si possono spiegare certe emozioni, semplicemente vorresti che non finissero &lt;strong&gt;mai&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-5038502822542919123?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/5038502822542919123/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=5038502822542919123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5038502822542919123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/5038502822542919123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/11/sappiamo-di-vivere.html' title='Sappiamo di vivere?'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2839775300241792117</id><published>2009-11-20T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T11:08:38.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Just an Hug</title><content type='html'>A volte basta soltanto un &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abbraccio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; per riscaldare di nuovo l'animo ....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2839775300241792117?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2839775300241792117/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2839775300241792117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2839775300241792117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2839775300241792117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/11/volte-basta-soltanto-un-abbraccio-per.html' title='Just an Hug'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-9086107202561115616</id><published>2009-11-17T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:43:51.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>Odio essere ripetitiva, ma ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NON TI MERITI NIENTE!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punto.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-9086107202561115616?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/9086107202561115616/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=9086107202561115616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9086107202561115616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/9086107202561115616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-3052106126043197527</id><published>2009-11-16T09:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:51:54.224+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>I (be)live in me!</title><content type='html'>Ci sono delle volte in cui si è impotenti e basta. Anche se non lo vorresti, non c'è alcun modo per cambiarlo. Perchè ci sono lacrime che non si possono consolare. Stati d'animo che non si possono cambiare. Situazioni che bisogna per forza affrontare.&lt;br /&gt;E quindi non resta che star lì ad osservare, assorbire, sperare e aspettare che la situazione piano piano si ristabilisca, si riassetti in modo tale da poterci disegnare un punto definitivo e ricominciare daccapo.&lt;br /&gt;E' increbile quanto le vite di alcune persone riescano, in qualche modo, a scombussolare la tua, nel bene e nel male. Come riescano a miscelarsi tra loro provocando gioie e dolori comuni, programmi e dipendenze comuni, spazi e pensieri comuni.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo spesso vittime di marchingegni psicologici naturali che portano ad essere succubi, anche se involontariamente, di ciò che ci accade intorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ho l'umore ballerino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' in bilico tra serenità e preoccupazione. Impotenza e intraprendenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ma chi mi conosce sa che io adoro ballare ogni genere di danza.&lt;br /&gt;La bilancia dell'umore vacilla, ma io resto in piedi.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-3052106126043197527?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/3052106126043197527/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=3052106126043197527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3052106126043197527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/3052106126043197527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-belive-in-me.html' title='I (be)live in me!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-7554673158760070990</id><published>2009-11-10T15:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:49:28.899+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Diventare grandi, stanca!</title><content type='html'>E' un sogno che si avvera!&lt;br /&gt;E' una realtà che finalmente posso toccare veramente con mano!&lt;br /&gt;Che bello!&lt;br /&gt;Che emozione!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;CHE STANCHEZZA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono a pezzi.&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna ammettere che comprare casa non è la cosa più semplice e diretta di questo mondo: firma proposta d'acquisto, PAGA, registra il compromesso, PAGA, dai l'acconto al proprietario, PAGA, scegli il notaio, PAGA, scegli il mutuo, PAGA, cerca tutti i documenti, richiedi tutti i documenti.&lt;br /&gt;Tutte cose che bisogna fare durante il giorno ed è proprio questo il problema. E' il momento in cui realizzi che la maggior parte del tempo della tua vita lo passi dietro ad una scrivania di un triste ufficio e non a dedicarti ai tuoi interessi, ai tuoi bisogni, all'amore, alla vita.&lt;br /&gt;E quindi sempre tutto di corsa, sempre tutto troppo veloce per avere veramente il pieno controllo di tutto.&lt;br /&gt;In due mesi mi sembra di essere invecchiata di almeno dieci anni. La mia più fedele compagna ormai non è più una donna, anche se è sempre al femminile, ma è la stanchezza!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Lei, lo dice anche il nome, non si stanca mai di stancarmi ... arrivo alla sera strisciando e mi alzo alla mattina a gattoni.&lt;br /&gt;Ma sono felice! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace pensare che mi sto costruendo un futuro, da sola, con le mie manine. Ma pur sempre da condividere. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace l'idea che presto avrò le chiavi del &lt;strong&gt;MIO&lt;/strong&gt; appartamento.&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace fare progetti su cosa appendere lì, e cosa appendere là.&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace girare per l'Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;E mi piace che mia sorella e la Peque abbiamo un posto dove stare, al sicuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su facebook, in un test, mi è uscito che tra qualche anno diventerò una barbona.&lt;br /&gt;Se penso a tutti gli assegni che sto staccando, sì: diventerò decisamente una barbona ... ma con una casa meravigliosa!!! Volete mettere? :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-7554673158760070990?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/7554673158760070990/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=7554673158760070990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7554673158760070990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/7554673158760070990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/11/diventare-grandi-stanca.html' title='Diventare grandi, stanca!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2037064464763734157</id><published>2009-10-27T14:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:17:31.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Mentre un pianoforte suona ...</title><content type='html'>Quei tasti che amo sin da quando son piccolina li ho sempre visti toccati da altre mani, da mani importanti ma che non erano le mie.&lt;br /&gt;Che meraviglia ritrovarsi finalmente con le proprie dita che scivolano su quei tasti e sentire il suono che, insieme, intensamente emettono ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://digilander.libero.it/hermes_73/Immagini/Rosa_pianoforte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://digilander.libero.it/hermes_73/Immagini/Rosa_pianoforte.jpg" 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/4614435007069379048-2037064464763734157?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2037064464763734157/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2037064464763734157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2037064464763734157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2037064464763734157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/10/mentre-un-pianoforte-suona.html' title='Mentre un pianoforte suona ...'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-688414312258450050</id><published>2009-10-14T10:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:52:45.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>It's a long road</title><content type='html'>Disorientata, verso un punto preciso: la serenità.&lt;br /&gt;Vieni con me. E sarà la nostra.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-688414312258450050?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/688414312258450050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=688414312258450050&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/688414312258450050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/688414312258450050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-long-road.html' title='It&apos;s a long road'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-369861859415030753</id><published>2009-10-12T11:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:10:10.104+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La mia prima volta Zia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Life'/><title type='text'>Sense of responsability</title><content type='html'>Forse ci siamo.&lt;br /&gt;MyP è in procinto di rimboccarsi le maniche, dire "&lt;em&gt;Addio&lt;/em&gt;" alla bambina che c'è in lei .... e a diventare GRANDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/StLxThbSmOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_I-IUl2Nilg/s1600-h/IMG_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391637021608548578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/StLxThbSmOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_I-IUl2Nilg/s320/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... finalmente saremo al sicuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-369861859415030753?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/369861859415030753/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=369861859415030753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/369861859415030753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/369861859415030753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/10/sense-of-responsability.html' title='Sense of responsability'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/StLxThbSmOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/_I-IUl2Nilg/s72-c/IMG_2389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6292716770044313861</id><published>2009-10-09T11:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:53:02.772+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><title type='text'>Il Sorriso dell'Autunno</title><content type='html'>Dischiuse le labbra e sorrise. E il mio animo cominciò a danzare di gioia.&lt;br /&gt;Ma non le sorridevano soltanto le labbra. Anche il corpo, la mente. Il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;E in quei minuti così rari quanto profondi di sorriso, io mi ci volli perdere per non sprecare l'attimo. Per succhiarne il piacere. Per toccarne l'essenza.&lt;br /&gt;Ero felice di vedere quel sorriso. Ed ero contento di capirne il perchè.&lt;br /&gt;Tornai a casa stanco ma felice. Inaspettatamente tranquillo. E mi addormentai nudo, abbracciato al cuscino sotto le coperte fresche, in un insolito caldo autunno.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-6292716770044313861?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6292716770044313861/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6292716770044313861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6292716770044313861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6292716770044313861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/10/il-sorriso-dellautunno.html' title='Il Sorriso dell&apos;Autunno'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1057036776125955001</id><published>2009-10-02T09:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:33:22.878+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>New Love</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;You put a &lt;em&gt;BOOM BOOM&lt;/em&gt; into my heart&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You send my soul sky high when your loving starts.&lt;br /&gt;Jitterbug into my brain,&lt;br /&gt;It goes a &lt;em&gt;BANG BANG BANG&lt;/em&gt; till my feet do the same"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1057036776125955001?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1057036776125955001/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1057036776125955001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1057036776125955001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1057036776125955001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-love.html' title='New Love'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-6141322465391797469</id><published>2009-09-30T10:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:36:41.431+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><title type='text'>Blower's Daughters</title><content type='html'>Anche nelle cose, negli attimi, nei gesti, nelle frasi più semplici si fanno un timido spazio le emozioni forti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can't take my eyes off of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take my mind off of you.&lt;br /&gt;And so it is, just like you said it should be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4614435007069379048-6141322465391797469?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/6141322465391797469/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=6141322465391797469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6141322465391797469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/6141322465391797469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/blowers-daughters.html' title='Blower&apos;s Daughters'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-796118631191981460</id><published>2009-09-26T12:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:21:15.302+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una &quot;lella&quot; in famiglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Rise again</title><content type='html'>Solo quando tocchi veramente il fondo, ritrovi la spinta per risalire ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-796118631191981460?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/796118631191981460/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=796118631191981460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/796118631191981460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/796118631191981460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/rise-again.html' title='Rise again'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2482521717853975280</id><published>2009-09-25T15:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:25:20.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Varie ed eventuali'/><title type='text'>Interlocking</title><content type='html'>Lei si sentiva spenta.&lt;br /&gt;Lui si sentiva vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Nacquero, così, la notte ed il giorno.&lt;br /&gt;Così diversi, ma così perfettamente fusi l'un l'altra.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2482521717853975280?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2482521717853975280/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2482521717853975280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2482521717853975280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2482521717853975280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/interlocking.html' title='Interlocking'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-8574352280815218103</id><published>2009-09-25T10:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:18:21.736+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Danger!</title><content type='html'>Io sono un &lt;strong&gt;mostro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ho unghie affilate, brutte intenzioni e sguardo cattivo.&lt;br /&gt;Vi succhierò il sangue, vi ruberò l'anima e vi brucerò il corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Abbassate le barricate, dunque. E &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difendetevi da me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-8574352280815218103?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/8574352280815218103/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=8574352280815218103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8574352280815218103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/8574352280815218103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/danger.html' title='Danger!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1300443578868749956</id><published>2009-09-24T17:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:33:37.272+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Oh, Life!</title><content type='html'>La vita è un continuo mettersi in discussione.&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente è proprio per questo che è così affascinante.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1300443578868749956?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1300443578868749956/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1300443578868749956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1300443578868749956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1300443578868749956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-life.html' title='Oh, Life!'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-216871681465660587</id><published>2009-09-16T14:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:27:31.029+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship or something like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gite fuori porta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the air'/><title type='text'>Rome sang me Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>E come ogni anno, al mio compleanno volo via ...&lt;br /&gt;Questa volta è toccato a Roma.&lt;br /&gt;Mai vista prima e da anni un'immensa voglia di vederla.&lt;br /&gt;Sapevo mi sarebbe piaciuta, ma non credevo così tanto. Ovunque ti giri vedi la storia che si racconta da sola. Vedi l'imponenza di ciò che Roma era e di ciò che Roma è. Vedi la magia dell'illuminazione notturna. Vedi l'ambientazione di milioni di film. Vedi un passato ancora vivo nel nostro presente.&lt;br /&gt;Vedi Roma. E la sua grandezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/SrDYoirVfxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AAt-e3vrYDY/s1600-h/IMG_2040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382039745722679058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/SrDYoirVfxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AAt-e3vrYDY/s320/IMG_2040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E così scivola via un altro bellissimo compleanno.&lt;br /&gt;Quindi grazie a Roma.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a chi era lì con me a viverla.&lt;br /&gt;Grazie a chi non c'era, ma ha voluto esserci col pensiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E grazie a te, che per me sei l'acqua di "&lt;em&gt;quella&lt;/em&gt;" Fontana.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-216871681465660587?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/216871681465660587/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=216871681465660587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/216871681465660587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/216871681465660587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/rome-sang-me-happy-birthday.html' title='Rome sang me Happy Birthday'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/SrDYoirVfxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/AAt-e3vrYDY/s72-c/IMG_2040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-1569260177729989086</id><published>2009-09-09T16:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:31:19.693+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il migliore dei miei &quot;mali&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Am I so wrong?</title><content type='html'>Riuscirò mai a fare qualcosa senza fare del male a nessuno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora fate silenzio.&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di versare lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-1569260177729989086?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/1569260177729989086/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=1569260177729989086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1569260177729989086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/1569260177729989086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-so-wrong.html' title='Am I so wrong?'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4614435007069379048.post-2865654955606274878</id><published>2009-09-04T17:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:52:18.699+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Il mio vero IO'/><title type='text'>Girl in my mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;C'è il mare della Terra.&lt;br /&gt;C'è la luce del Sole.&lt;br /&gt;C'è l'apparenza di un'idea.&lt;br /&gt;C'è la paura di lui.&lt;br /&gt;C'è l'amarezza di lei.&lt;br /&gt;C'è l'inquietudine dell'altro.&lt;br /&gt;C'è la solitudine dell'altra.&lt;br /&gt;C'è il giudicare degli altri.&lt;br /&gt;C'è il male di tutti.&lt;br /&gt;E poi, forse, c'è ciò che sento IO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi è così.&lt;br /&gt;Domani, MyP è di nuovo in piedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's a girl in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I wonder who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I think I know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I really wish I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's a story in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lullabies and goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can tell her heart is broken easily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Cause the girl in my mirror is crying out tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh the girl in my mirror is crying 'cause of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I wish there was something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Something I could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If I couldI would tell her not to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The pain that she's feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The sense of loneliness will fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So dry your tears and rest assured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love will find you like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When she's looking back at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know nothing really works that easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I can't believe it's what I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That the girl in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Girl in my mirror - B. Spears)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4614435007069379048-2865654955606274878?l=unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/feeds/2865654955606274878/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4614435007069379048&amp;postID=2865654955606274878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2865654955606274878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4614435007069379048/posts/default/2865654955606274878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unaltroiomasempreio.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-in-my-mirror.html' title='Girl in my mirror'/><author><name>MyP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263165228828510734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9WusxF_6wtk/S_0SPFNs8-I/AAAAAAAAAhk/JzYZYVAaZHY/S220/You%27re+Gay.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
