<?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-7951513626518284541</id><updated>2012-02-07T09:42:43.318+01:00</updated><category term='poesia'/><category term='cronaca'/><category term='attualità'/><category term='speranza'/><title type='text'>Vivere per raccontarla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-8090818069583237472</id><published>2012-02-07T00:00:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:00:03.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Soffio "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a data-mce-href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" data-mce-src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" data-mce-style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-388369" name="media-388369" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Arriva il giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;che l'anima fugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;dalla prigione che è il corpo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;è vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;soffio ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;respiro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;essa appartiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all' elemento alchemico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Aria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;il corpo "Terra",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;libera l' anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;non si considera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Uomo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ma dolcemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;abbandona il guscio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;che restituisce alla terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;nutrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;per un nuovo ciclo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fiore ... erba ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;umido ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;" style="color: maroon; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;27/06/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-8090818069583237472?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/8090818069583237472/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=8090818069583237472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8090818069583237472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8090818069583237472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2012/02/soffio.html' title='&quot; Soffio &quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-2522649670449052386</id><published>2011-12-07T00:00:00.050+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:00:05.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Le cose che amo di più"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ecco le cose che amo di più:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-  Il mare:- Il suo odore ... il suo rumore ... la salsedine sulla pelle ... mi  rendono felice ..."se teng o mare ... tengo tutto"... non saprei vivere  senza i suoi colori ... camminare sulla spiaggia, tuffarmi ... mi mette in  contatto con l'universo ... e sono felice così ... anche se non ho molto  dalla vita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;- Il  teatro:- L'emozione che provo nel sentire lo stupendo rumore del legno  del palcoscenico ... mi sento tremare dentro ... mi stupisco sempre nel  sentire le voci degli attori ... vedere da vicino il movimento dei loro  corpi ... e ora che ogni tanto sono anch'io dietro alle quinte, sul  palco ... l'adrenalina scorre dentro me ... come una linfa ... un'emozione  unica .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;-  Leggere:- Ogni romanzo, racconto, evento storico o  geografico ... qualsiasi argomento ... mi immergo e dimentico il mondo che mi  circonda&amp;nbsp; ... sono nel libro ... sono un personaggio ... nel romanzo ... l'amore nelle poesie ... un'eroina nella storia ... Paese nella  geografia ... mi immedesimo ... mi riesce in un modo particolare ... e vivo  tante vite ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;-  Viaggiare:- Mettere qualche vestito in valigia è come sciogliere i nodi  della quotidianetà ... libero la mia mente ... il mio corpo ... insieme  verso nuovi paesaggi ... nuovi odori ... nuove lingue ... immagino la vita di  ognuno che incontro ... la loro cultura ... il loro sentire ... ammiro ogni  cosa ... arte, monumenti ... i rumori di ogni giorno ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;-  L'arte:- Ogni quadro ... ogni sfumatura di colore ... ogni profilo ... luci ... ombre ... mi emozionano ... osservo ... e osservo fino a quando entro nel  quadro ... e lo tocco con l'anima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;- La musica:- ogni genere ... classica, moderna, celtica, gregoriana, fado ... tutta... è la colona sonora della mia vita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: medium; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;- E per finire:- Amo forse sopra ogni cosa ... stare insieme ... l'amicizia per me è sacra ... in questo ho un concetto particolare ... la lealtà ...in assoluto ... per il resto si cammina insieme ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: x-large; font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: x-large;" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="color: #000080; font-size: x-small;" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; font-size: small;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;30/4/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951513626518284541-2522649670449052386?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/2522649670449052386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=2522649670449052386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2522649670449052386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2522649670449052386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2011/12/le-cose-che-amo-di-piu.html' title='&quot;Le cose che amo di più&quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-2104179015045650305</id><published>2011-09-05T00:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:00:06.066+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Vorrei ..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;C'è un età in ognuno di noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;che non ci si guarda intorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;guardinghi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è l'età dove ci si affaccia alla vita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;al mondo che sembra pulsare per noi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ci sono istanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;in quella età che uno sguardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;basta a cambiarne il cammino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è stato cosi che lo vidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;"angelo" ... pieno di luce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;(anche i demoni lo sono).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Mi ha sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;io avanzavo verso di lui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ha rapito la mia essenza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;il suo odio mi ha schiacciata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;sciogliere quelle catene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è stato un atto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;di estremo coraggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;per un' anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;schiava di tanto amore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ora .. libera ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;lui... senza scopo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;non so davvero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;chi di noi due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ne portetà per sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;il peso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-mce-style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;" style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span data-mce-style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;22/11/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951513626518284541-2104179015045650305?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/2104179015045650305/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=2104179015045650305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2104179015045650305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2104179015045650305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2011/09/vorrei.html' title='&quot; Vorrei ...&quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-959977516926765983</id><published>2011-04-07T00:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:00:04.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Altalena "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/94deb130b337cd748fbf67e8128a1dfc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="94deb130b337cd748fbf67e8128a1dfc.jpg" id="media-385230" name="media-385230" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/94deb130b337cd748fbf67e8128a1dfc.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ci sono parole che restano sospese nell'aria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;lasciando stupiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ti stringono l'anima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;e vorresti non averle ascoltate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è cosi ogni volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;come un'altalena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;costringono la tua mente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;a voli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;poi cadute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;parole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;che ti esaltano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ti umiliano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;in alto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;poi giù...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;senza tregua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;cosi che la tua illusione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è solo un vortice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;di voli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;e cadute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;24/6/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951513626518284541-959977516926765983?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/959977516926765983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=959977516926765983&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/959977516926765983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/959977516926765983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2011/04/altalena.html' title='&quot; Altalena &quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-2041496923145210868</id><published>2011-02-07T00:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:00:00.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" L'urlo "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/00/e15c924dee50223d5873416be14bc4ed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="e15c924dee50223d5873416be14bc4ed.jpg" id="media-178209" name="media-178209" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/00/e15c924dee50223d5873416be14bc4ed.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;L’urlo…è in ognuno di noi... è lì... in agguato... per anni lo soffochiamo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;senza ritegno... contorcendo i tratti del volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;per trattenerlo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ma lui diventa ogni volta più possente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ingigantito dalla sforzo di esplodere ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ma noi con il nostro buonsenso lo rabboniamo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;tenendolo cheto…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Ma il mio ormai non resiste ...&amp;nbsp; vuole liberare la sua energia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è lì ... pronto... sale alla gola ... poi io lo ricaccio ... lui preme ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;io lo rigetto nel suo angolo nascosto ... come è stato per anni ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Perché vuole irrompere nella mia vita, che succede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;è stato muto... compagno di gioia, di sofferenza ... che vuole ora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Cos’è questa pressione?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Liberazione...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;sento che mi risponde ... dai ... insieme ... saremo una sola forza ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;urliamo che siamo “liberi” che esistiamo … basta tacere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;E allora … stamani nel silenzio di un mattino qualunque …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ho lasciato i freni inibitori …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;E gli ho ridato la sua voce ... ora sono svuotata, stanca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;ma felice….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;29/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951513626518284541-2041496923145210868?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/2041496923145210868/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=2041496923145210868&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2041496923145210868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/2041496923145210868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2011/02/lurlo.html' title='&quot; L&apos;urlo &quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-8535675438708715591</id><published>2010-12-07T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:38:22.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricordandoti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="maddyb.jpg" id="media-1426630" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/02/1857497292.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Un sorriso non dura che un istante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ma nel ricordo può essere eterno&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Friedrich von Schiller)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-8535675438708715591?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/8535675438708715591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=8535675438708715591&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8535675438708715591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8535675438708715591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/12/ricordandoti.html' title='Ricordandoti'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-8526534180667906588</id><published>2010-10-07T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:00:01.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ritorno"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La vita possiede la capacità come le fiamme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;che tendono verso il cielo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;di trasformare la sofferenza e il dolore in energia positiva...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;non bisogna sottrarsi alle sfide della vita...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;non arrendersi alla sconfitta,solo in questo modo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;si puo sperare nella vitoria..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="donna2.jpg" id="media-681688" name="media-681688" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1203317719.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voglio vivere il mio presente come un tuffo nelle onde...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e trovare l' energia che mi permetterà di vivere la mia eternità...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ma ora in ogni attimo far si che sia unico...immobile eterno...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perchè solo chi è ricco di vitalità... non muore mai...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nei momenti cruciali c'è bisogno di forza&amp;nbsp; coraggio...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e di credere...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maddy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;20/03/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-8526534180667906588?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/8526534180667906588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=8526534180667906588&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8526534180667906588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/8526534180667906588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/10/ritorno.html' title='&quot;Ritorno&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-7721951751882531957</id><published>2010-08-12T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:00:03.089+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Soffio"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" id="media-388369" alt="f995259c5ed2f6969eaf9a0e4afb9975.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" name="media-388369" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;Arriva il giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;che l'anima fugge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;dalla prigione,che è il corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;è vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;soffio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;respiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;essa appartiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;all' elemento alchemico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Aria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;il corpo "Terra",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;libera, l' anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;non si considera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;"Uomo",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;ma dolcemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;abbandona il guscio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;che restituisce alla terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;nutrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;per un nuovo ciclo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;fiore...erba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;umido....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #800000; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;27/06/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-7721951751882531957?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/7721951751882531957/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=7721951751882531957&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7721951751882531957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7721951751882531957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/08/soffio.html' title='&quot; Soffio&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-3645417441554943529</id><published>2010-06-07T00:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T06:38:04.882+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Tazzulella e cafè " ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="tazza_caffe.jpg" id="media-808972" name="media-808972" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/977297002.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Con l'  odore di un buon caffè,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;la gioia di sentire quest' arietta fresca sulle  spalle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;saluto  la gioia di vivere... sempre e comunque dentro di me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;L'assenza è stata un pò lunga, ma ho  imparato nuove cose, condiviso emozioni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;e sperimentato anche di più il vostro  affetto per me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;29/06/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-3645417441554943529?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/3645417441554943529/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=3645417441554943529&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3645417441554943529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3645417441554943529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/06/tazzulella-e-cafe.html' title='&quot; Tazzulella e cafè &quot; ???'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1749085953779245461</id><published>2010-05-10T16:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:10:52.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Il senso della vita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1259057257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="ilsensodellavita.jpg" id="media-726970" name="media-726970" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1042566010.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Il senso ultimo  della mia vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Non  pretendo di conoscerlo fino in fondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;perché è   difficile conoscerlo standoci dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;la mia  vita può avere un  senso ultimo e io lo ignoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma il mio  cuore coltiva tra mille mali, fili  di perle di gioia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Però  stare a galla ci vogliono occhi in cui  specchiarsi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;altre  vite a cui intrecciarsi, in pratica amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;solo in  questo  modo rimane viva l’anima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;perdendoci un po’ in ognuno saremo meno   soli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e ci sembrerà di non morire mai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Credo che  per affrontare  un percorso doloroso ci sia bisogno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;di ogni  risorsa che il  nostro cuore ci voglia dettare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;solo in  questo modo la paura si placa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;23/04/2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7951513626518284541-1749085953779245461?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1749085953779245461/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1749085953779245461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1749085953779245461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1749085953779245461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/05/il-senso-della-vita_10.html' title='&quot;Il senso della vita&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-11531451300927214</id><published>2010-04-10T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:00:02.281+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Questa Primavera"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.youtube.com/v/3C7ntxbcQ1M&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="445"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3C7ntxbcQ1M&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Questa primavera….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;ha risvegliato la bambina che è in me…e allora i ricordi sono diventati vivi, pulsano prepotenti nella mia mente...a tal punto che ne sento il profumo... è una sensazione che mi sorprende ... dopo tanto letargo...e ritorna per me la primavera…Quella vera, quella che una volta la sentivi nell’ aria....e annusavi il ritmo delle stagioni...non credevo più che mi si potesse concedere ancora questo dono…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Devo dire che forse quando sentiamo di perdere il contatto con il nostro quotidiano, certe emozioni ci travolgono poi come maree...e piano piano la voglia di abbandonarsi diventa un bisogno…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Mi rivedo nella campagna della mia infanzia... dove sapevo riconoscere ogni albero in fiore...dal colore,dall’odore...e facevo lunghe passeggiate in compagnia del mio cane preferito “Barone” un vecchio dolcissimo incrocio di non so quale razza...ma per me poco importante...era il mio compagno di giochi...e mi sentivo la bimba più ricca del mondo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Ero di solito scalza (mantengo ancora quest’abitudine...in casa appena torno dal lavoro .mi tolgo le scarpe per sentire il freddo del pavimento) ma allora era il contatto con la terra che mi faceva fremere di piacere…anche se i miei nonni mi sgridavono … io ero bravissima nel trasgredire le loro raccomandazioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;E vagavo per ore, libera in quella magnifica campagna...parlando da sola...immaginando le mille storie che poi mi raccontavo … ero felice ... ma solo ora ne sento il peso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Nei ricordi siamo più tolleranti con certe eventi che allora sentivamo come una punizione...sentivo molto la mancanza di mia madre...e la campagna mi ricordava il calore del suo amore…e immaginavo di vederla oltre il ponte che segnava il punto dove  la scorgevo nei giorni che mi faceva visita… impazzivo di felicità nel vedere la sua figura in lontananza e benedivo quel sentiero perché mi regalava i suoi passi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;E avevo imparato a contare le ore con il passaggio dei treni...conoscevo quello della nove del mattino...quello di mezzogiorno...perchè sapevo che dovevo rientrare dal mio vagabondare...e quello delle diciassette perché la giornata era finita....per lasciare posto all’ imbrunire...e allora i nonni rientravano in casa e iniziavano le lunghe serate…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Finalmente mi concilio con i miei ricordi…e li sento parte di me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;04/03/2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-11531451300927214?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/11531451300927214/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=11531451300927214&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/11531451300927214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/11531451300927214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/03/questa-primavera.html' title='&quot;Questa Primavera&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-9155530974209508267</id><published>2010-03-10T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:10:58.827+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vuoto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/1049269551.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="pensieri-e-parole.jpg" id="media-824079" name="media-824079" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/1668045075.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Guardo per ore il bicchiere sul tavolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;e sento il  desiderio di bere, un gesto semplice lo so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;ma da tempo mi perdo nei  movimenti lenti del quotidiano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;attendo…che il desiderio aumenti… attendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;e arriva il  vuoto, lo tocco, lo assaporo più di ogni altra cosa... e attendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;che il  desiderio inizi a scorrere di nuovo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;E cosi che passano giorni  eterni, unici... e brevi come flash…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;E mi accorgo che sono  cambiata, piano come l’acqua che tra poco berrò...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Lentamente  ingoio la mia vita……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; line-height: 115%;"&gt;11/7/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-9155530974209508267?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/9155530974209508267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=9155530974209508267&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/9155530974209508267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/9155530974209508267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/03/vuoto.html' title='&quot;Vuoto&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-4809976936030920332</id><published>2010-02-10T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:14:19.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sospesa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sono sospesa,  cosi in alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;con la vita che scorre&amp;nbsp; ai miei piedi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;non oso  guardare la strada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;di sicuro non riuscirei più a seguirne i  ritmi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sento solo i rumori ovattati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sono sospesa  nel vuoto, incerta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;anche il filo a cui sono legata è  doloroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;avrò la forza di continuarne il  cammino?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;e lo sguardo si ferma su dei puntini che  intravedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;è qualcuno che soffre più di me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;non ho il  diritto di arrendermi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;mi chiedo e continuo, cosi sospesa sul  filo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;non importa se è dolorante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;arriverò alla  meta...e scenderò nella strada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;toccando di  nuovo il mio suolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Non resterò sospesa per molto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div mce_style="text-align: center;" style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: x-small;" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;09/01/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="filo sospeso.jpg" id="media-603299" name="media-603299" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/01/1309551131.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-4809976936030920332?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/4809976936030920332/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=4809976936030920332&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/4809976936030920332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/4809976936030920332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/01/sospesa.html' title='&quot;Sospesa&quot;'/><author><name>Gabry</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fdpSupu1E4/TxUke2JoUpI/AAAAAAAABCE/wrLsaOs7Imo/s220/ag33b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-7468130355803337963</id><published>2010-01-21T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:03:25.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Deriva"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1875214546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1710283679.jpg" alt="donna mare.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-697427" name="media-697427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il più bello dei mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;è quello che non navigammo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il più bello dei nostri figli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non è ancora cresciuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I più belli dei nostri giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che vorrei dirti di più bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non te l'ho ancora detto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nazim Hikmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A volte è meraviglioso lasciarsi prendere dalla marea dei pensieri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;farsi cullare dai ricordi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e conservarli nel più profondo dell' anima&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;si,alla deriva abbracciata ad onde incalzanti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come gli eventi di una vita&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e stringere l' immensità...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;blù...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;come il più bello dei nostri mari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cullata...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;02/04/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-7468130355803337963?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/7468130355803337963/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=7468130355803337963&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7468130355803337963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7468130355803337963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/01/deriva.html' title='&quot;Deriva&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-6301772106959722439</id><published>2010-01-06T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:00:01.754+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Auguri" ihihih!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mi dispiace non poter raggiungere le amiche stasera...ah ah ah ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ma sono giustificata... vi penserò da casa ... al calduccio ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi raccomando non volate troppo alto ... copritevi bene ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e prima di uscire assicuratevi bene alla scopa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/02/36371337.jpg" alt="befanala4.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" id="media-598439" name="media-598439" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1958854044.jpg" alt="befana.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; width: 375px; height: 418px;" id="media-598438" name="media-598438" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5/1/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-6301772106959722439?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/6301772106959722439/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=6301772106959722439&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6301772106959722439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6301772106959722439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2010/01/auguri-ihihih.html' title='&quot;Auguri&quot; ihihih!!!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-393208996597077182</id><published>2009-12-30T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:44:12.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... con i piedi fortemente poggiati sulle nuvole ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/8835fff974a6905e57d5e43507b48de3.jpg" mce_href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/8835fff974a6905e57d5e43507b48de3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img name="media-180049" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/8835fff974a6905e57d5e43507b48de3.jpg" mce_src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/8835fff974a6905e57d5e43507b48de3.jpg" alt="8835fff974a6905e57d5e43507b48de3.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" mce_style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" id="media-180049" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Con i piedi fortemente poggiati sulle nuvole guardo i bambini e penso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono di sinistra, di sinistra, si...  nessun dubbio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Non soltanto per via dei pugnetti stretti in segno di precoce protesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono di sinistra perché amano senza preconcetti, senza distinzioni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono sinistra perché comunque, qualsiasi cosa tu gli dica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che assomigli vagamente a un ordine, fanno resistenza, ora e sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono di sinistra perché fanno i girotondi da tempi non sospetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono di sinistra perché Babbo Natale somiglia a Carlo Marx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bambini sono di sinistra perché Peter Pan e “Che” Guevara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Prima o poi troveranno un nesso... (Serra-Terruzzi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Spero che sia un anno diverso (come commenta hot metal)...diverso...forse…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Di idee nuove, come bambini, che possano essere innovative, fresche, senza distinzioni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;che tutti noi anche rimanendo, con piedi fortemente poggiati sulle nuvole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;non dimenticheremo mai..che tutto è dentro noi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;la forza, l’ amore, la tolleranza, la gioia, la condivisione...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Un augurio fortissimo a tutti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;questo è il mio modo per augurarvi un anno speciale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span mce_="" style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;31/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-393208996597077182?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/393208996597077182/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=393208996597077182&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/393208996597077182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/393208996597077182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/12/con-i-piedi-fortemente-poggiati-sulle.html' title='... con i piedi fortemente poggiati sulle nuvole ...'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1124989601578202670</id><published>2009-12-14T00:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:46:07.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viaggio interiore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alcuni amici blogger hanno chiesto di tenere in vita il blog di Maddy,&lt;br /&gt;ed io con piacere ho accettato questo invito.&lt;br /&gt;Posterò di tanto in tanto i vecchi post di Maddy,&lt;br /&gt;lasciando aperti i commenti, così chi vuole può lasciare anche un pensiero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/2069135053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/377927049.jpg" alt="Rabbia.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-733553" name="media-733553" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Raccolgo le forze per continuare il mio viaggio interiore, intensi sono i sentieri da &lt;/span&gt;percorrere e non privi di insidie, come sirene che ammaliano con il loro canto...ma niente distrae la mia mente, il mio corpo con esso è proteso nella ricerca della mia isola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;la casa che ognuno cerca nella sua vita... e io la intravedo...cammino sul sentiero della ricerca interiore senza distrarmi dalle mille ombre che tendono le loro mani per fermarmi... io attraverso i loro corpi senza forma...e continuo...continuo... da sola...e sono felice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;non avverto più i rumori, e il silenzio diventa ogni giorno più intenso... solo il battito del desiderio di pace mi avvolge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in fondo alla valle c'è la mia casa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;29/04/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-1124989601578202670?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1124989601578202670/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1124989601578202670&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1124989601578202670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1124989601578202670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/12/viaggio-interiore.html' title='&quot;Viaggio interiore&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1808136859684420543</id><published>2009-12-07T14:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:05:34.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Maddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/9849/finestra3lo5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/9849/finestra3lo5.gif" border="0" width="356" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"  style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Maddy ci ha lasciato ... se ne è andata via questa mattina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Sono felice e fiera di averti conosciuto Maddy, di essere stata, anche se per poco tempo, tua amica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:&amp;quot;;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Il tempo trascorso con te non è stato molto, ma sei stata una di quelle persone che insegnano e “ti segnano”, che lasciano una traccia indelebile, un valore che sopravvive e che pertanto con te non muore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:&amp;quot;;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Maddy, hai svuotato la terra di una presenza importante e insostituibile, ma sicuramente hai riempito il cielo di un Angelo custode che veglierà benevolmente su chi ti ha voluto bene e sempre te ne vorrà….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"  style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Ciao Maddy che un bacione ti arrivi fin lassù....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" face="&amp;quot;" style=""&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,geneva;"&gt;Gabry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-1808136859684420543?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1808136859684420543/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1808136859684420543&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1808136859684420543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1808136859684420543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/12/ciao-maddy.html' title='Ciao Maddy'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-5104605698471562298</id><published>2009-07-26T05:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T05:42:54.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Riemergo "</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 id="p1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="posttext"&gt; &lt;div class="posttext-decorator1"&gt; &lt;div class="posttext-decorator2"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/556007403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/1937408802.jpg" alt="Entro_nell%27onda.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-840403" name="media-840403" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Riemergo ogni giorno per poche ore, stupita di rivedere volti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e ascoltare voci concitate, e gocciolo senza sosta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;è incredibile come mi sento... una sorgente senza fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mi asciugo per ore... cosi... con gesti che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sono diventati un'abitudine oramai...e inizio la giornata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Domani non accadrà mi dico:domani sarò asciutta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;come un lembo di deserto... e spero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Niente mi dicono che è la mia nuova compagnia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;allora mi immergo di nuovo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mi lascio trascinare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;immagino una spiaggia in lontanza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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/7951513626518284541-5104605698471562298?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/5104605698471562298/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=5104605698471562298&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5104605698471562298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5104605698471562298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/07/riemergo.html' title='&quot; Riemergo &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-6005313752231588706</id><published>2009-07-11T09:08:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:24:37.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"vuoto"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/1049269551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/1668045075.jpg" alt="pensieri-e-parole.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-824079" name="media-824079" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guardo per ore il bicchiere sul tavolo e sento il desiderio di bere, un gesto semplice lo so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ma da tempo mi perdo nei movimenti lenti del quotidiano, attendo…che il desiderio aumenti… attendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;e arriva il vuoto, lo tocco, lo assaporo più di ogni altra cosa... e attendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;che il desiderio inizi a scorrere di nuovo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E cosi che passano giorni eterni, unici... e brevi come flash…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E mi accorgo che sono cambiata, piano come l’acqua che tra poco berrò...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: small;" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lentamente ingoio la mia vita……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span mce_style="color: #ffffff;" id="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span mce_style="font-size: medium;" id="" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;" style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-6005313752231588706?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/6005313752231588706/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=6005313752231588706&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6005313752231588706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6005313752231588706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/07/vuoto.html' title='&quot;vuoto&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-7355208098034624526</id><published>2009-06-29T08:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:09:59.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tazzullella e cafè" ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img name="media-808972" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/977297002.jpg" mce_src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/977297002.jpg" alt="tazza_caffe.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" mce_style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-808972" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Con l' odore di un buon caffè,&lt;br /&gt;la gioia di sentire quest' arietta fresca sulle spalle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;saluto la gioia di vivere...&lt;br /&gt;sempre e comunque dentro di me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;L'assenza è stata un pò lunga, ma ho imparato nuove cose,&lt;br /&gt;condiviso emozioni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;e sperimentato anche di più il vostro affetto per me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-7355208098034624526?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/7355208098034624526/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=7355208098034624526&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7355208098034624526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7355208098034624526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/06/tazzullella-e-cafe.html' title='&quot;Tazzullella e cafè&quot; ???'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-4653683605949777907</id><published>2009-06-23T08:15:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:41:59.563+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Notizie di Maddy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/00/202845492.jpg" id="media-801984" alt="leones.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0pt;" width="372" height="344" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ho buone notizie di &lt;b&gt;Maddy&lt;/b&gt; ...  ieri quando l'ho telefonata mi ha detto che si sentiva decisamente meglio e anche se la febbre non è del tutto andata via le stanno facendo comunque la chemio, giovedì dovrebbe fare una tac e  se tutto è ok, come lei e noi tutti ci auguriamo, forse per sabato la lasciano andare a casa per un pò....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;E' stata dura... ma anche questa volta è riuscita con la sua fortissima forza di volontà e amore per la vita a vincere quest'altra piccola battaglia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;In attesa del suo ritorno vi lascia il suo abbraccio stritolante ed io mi unisco a lei per salutare tutti voi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffff;"&gt;Gabry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-4653683605949777907?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/4653683605949777907/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=4653683605949777907&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/4653683605949777907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/4653683605949777907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/06/notizie-di-maddy.html' title='Notizie di Maddy!!!'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1365844690089259244</id><published>2009-05-21T21:16:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:12:30.779+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ShWshJ9ANBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YEblJE7SJJs/s1600-h/PH_B02_LEONESSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ShWshJ9ANBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YEblJE7SJJs/s400/PH_B02_LEONESSA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338362618925036562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Molti di voi mi stanno chiedendo  notizie di Maddy vista la prolungata assenza dal blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Maddy 20 giorni fà è stata ricoverata in ospedale perchè accusava una insistente febbre alta  che nonostante gli antibiotici non andava via, dalle varie analisi  ed emoculture effettuate è risultata  essere affetta da una forte infezione localizzata vicino agli stent biliari che le sono stati impiantati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora sta provando una cura mirata con antibiotici specifici per questo tipo di infezione, la febbre sta iniziando a scendere molto lentamente  ma è ancora alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continueranno ancora per qualche giorno con questi antibiotici ma se non si riesce a debellare questa infezione l'unica soluzione è rimuovere gli stent per metterne dei nuovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Certo Maddy è un pò demoralizzata per questa cosa, visto che già altre due volte ha dovuto fare la pulizia a questi stent il che comporta una operazione vera e propria per poter intervenire, e giustamente questo a lei non fa piacere, ma nonostante tutto la voglia di combattere è sempre alta per fortuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speriamo che  riescano al più presto a risolvere questa situazione e che Maddy possa ritornare a casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi saluta tutti e vi ringrazia sempre per tutto il vostro affetto e sostegno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un saluto a tutti Voi anche da parte mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gabry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-1365844690089259244?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1365844690089259244/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1365844690089259244&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1365844690089259244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1365844690089259244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/05/avviso.html' title='Avviso'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ShWshJ9ANBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/YEblJE7SJJs/s72-c/PH_B02_LEONESSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1102439392496013692</id><published>2009-04-29T08:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:38:17.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Viaggio interiore"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/2069135053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/377927049.jpg" alt="Rabbia.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-733553" name="media-733553" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 2550);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Raccolgo le forze per continuare il mio viaggio interiore, intensi sono i sentieri da &lt;/span&gt;percorrere e non privi di insidie, come sirene che ammaliano con il loro canto...ma niente distrae la mia mente, il mio corpo con esso è proteso nella ricerca della mia isola...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;la casa che ognuno cerca nella sua vita... e io la intravedo...cammino sul sentiero della ricerca interiore senza distrarmi dalle mille ombre che tendono le loro mani per fermarmi... io attraverso i loro corpi senza forma...e continuo...continuo... da sola...e sono felice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;non avverto più i rumori, e il silenzio diventa ogni giorno più intenso... solo il battito del desiderio di pace mi avvolge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in fondo alla valle c'è la mia casa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-1102439392496013692?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1102439392496013692/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1102439392496013692&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1102439392496013692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1102439392496013692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/04/viaggio-interiore.html' title='&quot;Viaggio interiore&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-3141207768821013066</id><published>2009-04-27T06:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:36:19.360+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" L'amore "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/00/1969432382.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/00/1236708053.jpg" alt="famiglia scerek.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-730545" name="media-730545" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vedo che nasce un bambino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;che sembra un fiorellino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;la mamma che lo culla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e il papà che lo accarezza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vedo che nasce il sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;caldo come l' amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i raggi che illuminano la terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che sembra una trottola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che trotterella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vedo l' amore nascere nel cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ed è la cosa più bella che ci sia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Luca Filogamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gia conoscete l' autore di questi versi... è un folletto di nome Luca (mio nipote di 9 anni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;che mi ha lasciato, come l' altra volta, un foglietto sulla scrivania, vicino al pc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con questi nuovi versi... e questa scritta:- Zia la puoi pubblicare??? ......non potevo non farlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;addy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-3141207768821013066?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/3141207768821013066/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=3141207768821013066&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3141207768821013066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3141207768821013066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/04/lamore.html' title='&quot; L&apos;amore &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-5338158322137561958</id><published>2009-04-23T20:11:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:17:35.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Il senso della vita "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" mce_style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1259057257.jpg" mce_href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1259057257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1042566010.jpg" mce_src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1042566010.jpg" alt="ilsensodellavita.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" mce_style="border-width: 0; margin: 0.7em 0;" id="media-726970" name="media-726970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 2550);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Il senso ultimo della mia vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Non pretendo di conoscerlo fino in fondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;perché è difficile conoscerlo standoci dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;la mia vita può avere un senso ultimo e io lo ignoro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma il mio cuore coltiva tra mille mali, fili di perle di gioia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Però stare a galla ci vogliono occhi in cui specchiarsi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;altre vite a cui intrecciarsi, in pratica amore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;solo in questo modo rimane viva l’anima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 2550);"&gt;perdendoci un po’ in ognuno saremo meno soli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e ci sembrerà di non morire mai…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Credo che per affrontare un percorso doloroso ci sia bisogno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;di ogni risorsa che il nostro cuore ci voglia dettare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;solo in questo modo la paura si placa…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span mce_=""  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span mce_="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" mce_style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-5338158322137561958?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/5338158322137561958/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=5338158322137561958&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5338158322137561958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5338158322137561958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/04/il-senso-della-vita.html' title='&quot;Il senso della vita &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-3135481692659579550</id><published>2009-04-20T19:24:00.017+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:58:14.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"INCONTRO DI LETTURA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/02/229176159.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/02/1029608700.gif" alt="lettura.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt; float: left;" id="media-723408" name="media-723408" width="285" height="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/176267661.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/65831381.png" alt="lettura 2.png" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt; width: 285px; height: 276px;" id="media-723411" name="media-723411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Leggere un buon libro è sempre un ‘emozione gradevole, ma farlo in compagnia è un esperienza stimolante, è cosi che ho voluto sperimentare l'incontro tra donne almeno una volta al mese e decidere poi ogni volta il titolo di un libro, leggerlo e poi discuterne, dire ognuno cosa ne pensa, le emozioni che ha provato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E cosi ci siamo riunite, alcune di quelle a cui avevo proposto l’iniziativa non sono venute l’avevano dimenticato, altre impedite dalla solita frenesia del quotidiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Capita che non si riesca a trovare tempo da dedicare a se stesse senza sentirsi in colpa, per molte donne è una costante, i figli, il marito, la casa da pulire e tante altre scuse come alibi... non è facile liberarsi da anni di routine, ma so che con il tempo e la mia ormai proverbiale cocciutaggine (le tormento di telefonate) il gruppo andrà avanti e crescerà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/1753487447.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/1753487447.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/654474066.jpg" alt="festamamma.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.2em 1.4em 0.7em 0pt; float: left; width: 425px; height: 660px;" id="media-723407" name="media-723407" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;non è andata tanto male, il libro proposto è un racconto di Marcela Serrano “L’albergo delle donne tristi” scelto apposta come approccio all’ iniziativa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;“Un racconto dedicato alle ombre dell’anima femminile, una storia che si apre alla luce della confidenza, della complicità e della parola condivisa….” per dirla con le parole dell’ autrice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Non rieco ad immaginare un racconto più appropriato per iniziare un percorso di amicizia più profonda... un'occasione dove se vuoi si è quasi costrette a mantenere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;l’impegno di incontrarsi... per poi diventare nel tempo un punto di riferimento e confronto con l’esperienza e il vissuto di tante altre donne... per questo sono felice che ognuna di noi diversa dall’altra, possa confidare i propri sogni irrealizzati, il disamore per la vita, l’ansia per il futuro dei propri figli, le sofferenze del passato…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Un intreccio di storie comuni…  tra donne che ancora hanno voglia di raccontarsi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS.possiamo anche farlo in rete… accetto proposte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-3135481692659579550?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/3135481692659579550/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=3135481692659579550&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3135481692659579550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3135481692659579550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/04/incontro-di-lettura.html' title='&quot;INCONTRO DI LETTURA&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-9086461985835685662</id><published>2009-04-02T20:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:43:26.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>" Deriva "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1875214546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1710283679.jpg" alt="donna mare.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-697427" name="media-697427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il più bello dei mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;è quello che non navigammo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Il più bello dei nostri figli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non è ancora cresciuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I più belli dei nostri giorni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E quello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;che vorrei dirti di più bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non te l'ho ancora detto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nazim Hikmet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:large;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;A volte è meraviglioso lasciarsi prendere dalla marea dei pensieri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;farsi cullare dai ricordi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;e conservarli nel più profondo dell' anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;si,alla deriva abbracciata ad onde incalzanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;come gli eventi di una vita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;e stringere l' immensità...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;blù...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;come il più bello dei nostri mari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Cullata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7951513626518284541-9086461985835685662?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/9086461985835685662/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=9086461985835685662&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/9086461985835685662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/9086461985835685662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/04/deriva.html' title='&quot; Deriva &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-6953267174461277749</id><published>2009-03-27T11:35:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:52:56.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Inganni "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ScytuozR3gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uiR5LzMqiV4/s1600-h/1739685467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ScytuozR3gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uiR5LzMqiV4/s400/1739685467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317816276755799554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Se un bambino di una nostra città morisse per una semplice diarrea ne parlerebbero tutti i giornali.Ma degli oltre due milioni di bambini che ogni anno muoiono per questo ordinario problema intestinale non né parla nessuno. Se consideriamo altre malattie facilmente curabili,ad esempio la polmonite, il numero di quei morti sale a circa nove milioni e mezzo..&lt;br /&gt;È la prefazione di un libro scritto da medici e operatori del settore, persone che si impegnano ogni giorno sul campo…Il titolo “Salute globale e aiuti allo sviluppo…(Diritti, ideologie, inganni)“Bambini e donne stanno morendo perché coloro che hanno il potere di prevenire quelle morti hanno scelto di non agire”. Questa indifferenza da parte di politici, amministratori, donatori, finanziatori della ricerca,da parte della stessa società civile,è il tradimento della nostra speranza collettiva per una società più giusta e più forte; per una società che da valore a ogni vita, indipendentemente da quanto giovane o nascosta agli occhi del pubblico questa vita possa essere. Quello che abbiamo di fronte è un mondo squilibrato in cui solo coloro che hanno i soldi , forza militare e influenza politica stabiliscono cosa conta  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e chi conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanotte non riuscivo a dormire e sfogliando e leggendo questo libro ho avuto una visione diversa ancora più di quella che immaginavo di un mondo ingiusto,fatto di inganni persino in quello che credevo gli aiuti “Umanitari”leggevo e mi chiedevo come era stato possibile non soffermarmi prima,e una sensazione di impotenza mi ha pervasa trasformandosi in una sottile rabbia,ci derubano di tutto con informazioni fasulle, anche della nostra speranza…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Lo stesso sconforto che ho provato nell’ ascoltare “Saviano” su rai tre…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ma come non mi è venuto di leggere come lui le notizie oltre le righe…gli inganni…&lt;br /&gt;La manipolazione è andata oltre ogni immaginazione…&lt;br /&gt;Sono in crisi,mi sento sempre più “Goccia”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-6953267174461277749?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/6953267174461277749/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=6953267174461277749&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6953267174461277749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6953267174461277749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/03/inganni.html' title='&quot; Inganni &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/ScytuozR3gI/AAAAAAAAAFA/uiR5LzMqiV4/s72-c/1739685467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-6056236188758859916</id><published>2009-03-20T08:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:44:53.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Ritorno "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;La vita possiede la capacità come le fiamme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;che tendono verso il cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;di trasformare la sofferenza e il dolore in energia positiva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;non bisogna sottrarsi alle sfide della vita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;non arrendersi alla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;sconfitta,solo in questo modo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;si puo sperare nella vitoria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img name="media-681688" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/01/1203317719.jpg" alt="donna2.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-681688" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Voglio vivere il mio presente come un tuffo nelle onde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;e trovare l' energia che mi permetterà di vivere la mia eternità...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;ma ora in ogni attimo far si che sia unico...immobile eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Perchè solo chi è ricco di vitalità... non muore mai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Nei momenti cruciali c'è bisogno di forza  coraggio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;e di credere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-6056236188758859916?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/6056236188758859916/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=6056236188758859916&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6056236188758859916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/6056236188758859916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/03/ritorno.html' title='&quot; Ritorno &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-5915981860955553848</id><published>2009-03-07T13:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:07:24.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nessuno"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/00/1951114589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img name="media-667124" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/00/2142154560.jpg" alt="bambini di strada.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" id="media-667124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sono stata ferma molto tempo...ho avuto modo di riflettere in questi giorni...ascoltando in sottofondo le varie notizie dal telegiornale...notizie sempre più angoscianti...violenza solo violenza argomento dominante oramai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mi chiedevo...come posso starmene tranquilla ad ascoltare...senza sentirmi coivolta emotivamente...sono forse satura?  Forse mi sto abituando alla morte degli altri?  Non considero uno scandalo che mi riguarda quando muore qualcuno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;allora mi viene da dire che l’innocenza del non uccidere non basta occorre impedire la morte dell’ altro... Occorre che la mia, la nostra innocenza sia attiva…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tutti i giorni sono giorni di morte violenta, i più colpiti sono giovani, poveri ...abitanti di quartieri popolari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hanno un ‘età che dovrebbe essere sinonimo di vitalità...come è potuto accadere tutto ciò...come è stato possibile che ascolto ogni giorno di tragedie immani e continuo il mio quotidiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lo so che i mass media devono scegliere a quale storia dare più risalto...ma quante se ne consumano ogni attimo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dopo cosa avviene ai familiari di queste vittime...cosa ne è del loro dolore? Poiché non esistono genitori che immaginino per i loro figli tale destino...sia per chi compie violenza sia per chi la subisce...perché le morti violente hanno un’impatto struggente... è l’imprevisto che ti lascia senza fiato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ma oltre il silenzio del dopo quello che più mi sembra inquietante è le perdità di individualità in ogni fatto di cronaca...tanti volti che spariscono...ognuno è nessuno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Maddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ps - ringrazio ognuno di voi per aver chiesto mie notizie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sono di nuovo a casa ma in compenso con qualche "pezzo di ricambio nuovo" hihihiih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-5915981860955553848?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/5915981860955553848/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=5915981860955553848&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5915981860955553848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/5915981860955553848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/03/nessuno.html' title='&quot;Nessuno&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-7809824782173515486</id><published>2009-03-04T13:40:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:54:35.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/Sa525hz6gjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOITcf7UfKo/s1600-h/leone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/Sa525hz6gjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOITcf7UfKo/s400/leone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309311741417128498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Molti di voi mi hanno chiesto notizie di Maddy vista la lunga assenza dal blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maddy è stata ricoverata in ospedale per i soliti controlli, ma poi sono sorti dei problemi e la degenza si è prolungata per circa un mese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ora è di nuovo tutto sotto controllo, e finalmente ieri è tornata a casa, ma si è accorta di essere senza ASDL, ha già avvisato il gestore telefonico che ha promesso un tempestivo intervento per ripristinare la connessione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quanto prima sarà di nuovo on-line , nel frattempo lascia un saluto a tutti Voi ed io mi unisco al suo!&lt;br /&gt;Gabry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-7809824782173515486?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/7809824782173515486/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=7809824782173515486&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7809824782173515486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/7809824782173515486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/03/avviso.html' title='Avviso'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/Sa525hz6gjI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZOITcf7UfKo/s72-c/leone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1417034903383308346</id><published>2009-02-07T10:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:16:57.839+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>" Sogno "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/1702727646.jpg" alt="carezza.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; width: 454px; height: 413px;" id="media-635632" name="media-635632" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ride ancora il tuo corpo all'acuta carezza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;della mano o dell'aria, e ritrova nell'aria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;qualche volta altri corpi? Ne ritornano tanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;da un tremore dei sangue, da un nulla. Anche il corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;che si stese al tuo fianco, ti ricerca in quel nulla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Era un gioco leggero pensare che un giorno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;la carezza dell'aria sarebbe riemersa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;improvviso ricordo nel nulla. Il tuo corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;si sarebbe svegliato un mattino, amoroso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;del suo stesso tepore, sotto l'alba deserta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Un acuto ricordo ti avrebbe percorsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e un acuto sorriso. Quell'alba non torna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Si sarebbe premuta al tuo corpo nell'aria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;quella fresca carezza, nell'intimo sangue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;e tu avresti saputo che il tiepido istante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;rispondeva nell'alba a un tremore diverso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;un tremore dal nulla. L'avresti saputo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;come un giorno lontano sapevi che un corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;era steso al tuo fianco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dormivi leggera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sotto un'aria ridente di labili corpi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;amorosa di un nulla. E l'acuto sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ti percorse sbarrandoti gli occhi stupiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Non è piú ritornata, dal nulla, quell'alba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cesare Pavese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-1417034903383308346?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1417034903383308346/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1417034903383308346&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1417034903383308346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1417034903383308346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/02/sogno.html' title='&quot; Sogno &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-3573406532254004581</id><published>2009-02-05T10:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:49:56.552+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranza'/><title type='text'>" Nasceranno uomini migliori "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posttext"&gt;                                             &lt;div class="posttext-decorator1"&gt;                                                 &lt;div class="posttext-decorator2"&gt;                                                      &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/02/01/2063534058.jpg" id="media-633104" alt="266280910.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" name="media-633104" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nasceranno da noi&lt;br /&gt;uomini migliori.&lt;br /&gt;La generazione&lt;br /&gt;che dovrà venire&lt;br /&gt;sarà migliore&lt;br /&gt;di chi è nato&lt;br /&gt;dalla terra,&lt;br /&gt;dal ferro e dal fuoco.&lt;br /&gt;Senza paura&lt;br /&gt;e senza troppo riflettere&lt;br /&gt;i nostri nipoti&lt;br /&gt;si daranno la mano&lt;br /&gt;e rimirando&lt;br /&gt;le stelle del cielo&lt;br /&gt;diranno:&lt;br /&gt;«Com'è bella la vita!»&lt;br /&gt;Intoneranno&lt;br /&gt;una canzone nuovissima,&lt;br /&gt;profonda come gli occhi dell'uomo&lt;br /&gt;fresca come un grappolo d'uva,&lt;br /&gt;una canzone libera e gioiosa.&lt;br /&gt;Nessun albero&lt;br /&gt;ha mai dato&lt;br /&gt;frutti più belli.&lt;br /&gt;E nemmeno&lt;br /&gt;la più bella&lt;br /&gt;delle notti di primavera&lt;br /&gt;ha mai conosciuto&lt;br /&gt;questi suoni&lt;br /&gt;questi colori.&lt;br /&gt;Nasceranno da noi&lt;br /&gt;uomini migliori.&lt;br /&gt;La generazione&lt;br /&gt;che dovrà venire&lt;br /&gt;sarà migliore&lt;br /&gt;di chi è nato&lt;br /&gt;dalla terra,&lt;br /&gt;dal ferro e dal fuoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nazim Hikemet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/01/57494614.jpg" id="media-633105" alt="NEONATO.jpg" style="border-width: 0pt; margin: 0.7em 0pt;" name="media-633105" width="486" height="364" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/7951513626518284541-3573406532254004581?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/3573406532254004581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=3573406532254004581&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3573406532254004581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/3573406532254004581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/02/nasceranno-uomini-migliori.html' title='&quot; Nasceranno uomini migliori &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-1161258269727372495</id><published>2009-02-03T15:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:28:15.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" La noia "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="posttext"&gt;                                             &lt;div class="posttext-decorator1"&gt;                                                 &lt;div class="posttext-decorator2"&gt;                                                      &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0;);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Per molti la noia è il contrario del divertimento; e divertimento è distrazione, dimenticanza. Per me, invece, la noia non è il contrario del divertimento; potrei dire, anzi, addirittura, che per certi aspetti essa rassomiglia al divertimento in quanto, appunto, provoca distrazione e dimenticanza, sia pure di un genere molto particolare. La noia, per me, è propriamente una specie di insufficienza o inadeguatezza o scarsità della realtà"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sono le parole di Dino il personaggio del libro di Moravia "La noia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un giovane che si sentiva inadeguato... ora una squallida giustificazione di tre giovani... per giustificare un crimine senza eguali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"per noia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/00/02/236124050.jpg" alt="dali.jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px;" id="media-631048" name="media-631048" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7951513626518284541-1161258269727372495?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/1161258269727372495/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=1161258269727372495&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1161258269727372495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/1161258269727372495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-noia.html' title='&quot; La noia &quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7951513626518284541.post-393627468660620745</id><published>2009-02-01T14:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:11:58.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cronaca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attualità'/><title type='text'>"Tornate a casa vostra"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Le frasi rivolte ai lavoratori stranieri sono più o meno queste: “Sporchi immigrati. Tornate a casa vostra. Togliete lavoro a gente di qui che ne ha bisogno”. Quante volte si sentono ripetere espressioni simili, in Italia, da chi non sopporta la vista degli immigrati di un colore o di un altro. Be’, in questi giorni le stesse frasi sono state pronunciate qui in Inghilterra all’indirizzo di lavoratori italiani. Alla raffineria Lindsey Oil di Grimsby, gestita dall’azienda petrolifera francese Total, è stato assunto un gruppo di manovali italiani e portoghesi, scrive il quotidiano Daily Express di Londra, apparentemente perchè costano meno. Una legge europea lo permette. Sono ospitati da una speciale nave-albergo, con un contratto di lavoro a tempo. Ma agli operai inglesi la cosa, in piena recessione, non è andata giù: ieri hanno dichiarato sciopero e protestato piuttosto vigorosamente per la presenza degli italiani. Alcuni dei quali, o almeno presunti tali, sono ripresi in una fotografia del Daily Express mentre agitano il dito medio e fanno il gesto dell’ombrello davanti al naso degli operai inglesi. “Gli italiani lavorano male e non rispettano le norme di sicurezza”, dice un operaio inglese al quotidiano di Londra. “La nostra non è una protesta razzista, ma quei posti di lavoro spettavano a noi. E’ un’ingiustizia”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Chiunque abbia ragione, è la prova di come i ruoli possono cambiare in fretta: in Inghilterra possiamo essere visti come i vu’cumprà che tanti di noi non sopportano in patria. Che è stato poi, quello dei poveri immigrati guardati male dai nativi, il nostro ruolo per secoli. Sarebbe bene non dimenticarcelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Che dire...corsi e ricorsi,ruoli che cambiano..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img name="media-627149" src="http://vivereperraccontarla.myblog.it/media/01/00/215506603.jpg" alt="Foto17(196).jpg" style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; width: 455px; height: 400px;" id="media-627149" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7951513626518284541-393627468660620745?l=vivieracconta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/feeds/393627468660620745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7951513626518284541&amp;postID=393627468660620745&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/393627468660620745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7951513626518284541/posts/default/393627468660620745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivieracconta.blogspot.com/2009/02/tornate-casa-vostra.html' title='&quot;Tornate a casa vostra&quot;'/><author><name>Maddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07740452905381338589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgWRZvAfiZ8/STfB6fU1csI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1bFZLsNHaIc/S220/mare-con-viso-di-donna.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
