<?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-28193287</id><updated>2011-10-05T09:43:03.625+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L'Anima della Mente</title><subtitle type='html'>Cronaca del viaggio di una matita.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-7071227763941813450</id><published>2008-04-29T14:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:55:44.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow Living - Gone Away</title><content type='html'>Si chiude. Il ciclo si chiude qui. Oggi, adesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio vivere la mia vita senza gaffe, senza &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;frasi patetiche&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A volte avro' bisogno di qualcosa che non ho, e sara' dura per me, ma almeno non sara' un banale compromesso, non sara' una banale serie di condizionali, sara' un qui, ora, voglio e ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so quanti di voi realmente hanno letto queste mie pagine, non so quanto mi manchera' la possibilita' di scrivere qui, non so molte cose.. ma sono cose di poco conto. Le cose importanti mi sono chiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed e' tutto quello che conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un saluto a tutti, e' stato un bel viaggiare insieme fin qui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-7071227763941813450?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/7071227763941813450/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=7071227763941813450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/7071227763941813450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/7071227763941813450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2008/04/shallow-living-gone-away.html' title='Shallow Living - Gone Away'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-6966315859319093271</id><published>2008-01-24T19:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:37:41.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Theme</title><content type='html'>La mia ossessione per la musica e' nota a chiunque mi conosca piu' che superficialmente, tuttavia questa volta non e' di musica che si tratta, non in senso stretto almeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sembra sempre di esser matto quando mi capita, ma continua a succedere, e le risatine si sprecano. Oh si, quegli stronzetti non la piantano mai. Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo cominciato a riderne insieme, io e te.. il primo che mi viene in mente e' stato &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;caso Campomarino&lt;/span&gt;, il piu' recente un assai ambiguo portachiavi.. ma ce ne sono tanti che non sai, che non riesco a condividere senza accrescere la mia folle percezione.&lt;br /&gt;E cosi' faro' finta di scriverli solo per me, qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri sera sono entrato nel supermercato, pensavo ancora a stelle binarie e gelide comete, quando la mia mente ha messo a fuoco le parole che giungevano alle mie orecchie. Era la radio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ferma l’amore, non lasciarlo andar via!&lt;br /&gt;Chi di violenza vive forse ha quella soltanto…&lt;br /&gt;Prendi la gioia al volo prima che sia rimpianto…&lt;br /&gt;La tua macchina rossa potrai averla anche tu,&lt;br /&gt;ma non è a trecento all’ora che vivrai di più!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tachicardia parossistica, ecco.&lt;br /&gt;Ed ero ancora sotto l'&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;effetto delle due ore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La commessa mi ha chiesto se mi sentivo bene.. e cosa avrei potuto dirle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Diavolo si, la vita mi esplode in petto, e la radio mi prende in giro.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho creduto di morire, sul serio, ero sopraffatto da agenti esterni.&lt;br /&gt;Ed e' proprio alla morte che ho cominciato a pensare, alla fine.. non ho mai avuto davvero paura di morire, anche adesso rido all'idea.. eppure.. ci ho pensato.&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;se morissi domani&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono chiesto cosa avrei fatto delle mie ultime ventiquattro ore, ed e' con il sorriso che mi sono risposto. Oh si, e' proprio quello che penserai, se verrai a leggere queste parole. Ho pensato esattamente a quel viaggio. A quell'esplosione. A quell'angolo.&lt;br /&gt;All'Oltreverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poi abbiamo parlato ancora, e ancora era di morte, che si parlava.&lt;br /&gt;E alla fine sono andato a dormire. Un sogno mi ha travolto, e te ne parlero'.&lt;br /&gt;E stamane e' stata ancora la morte, il tema, due volte.&lt;br /&gt;Prima mi ha colpito attraverso te, e poi di nuovo, attraverso Carmine, il mio capo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un ragazzo di 24 anni, una persona che &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stava bene&lt;/span&gt;, e ora e' cibo per vermi. E, mi chiedo, ripensando in modo naturale alle parole del &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;professor Keating&lt;/span&gt;, avra' realizzato anche solo un briciolo del suo potenziale, prima della fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dovessi morire domani, come realizzeresti il tuo potenziale?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-6966315859319093271?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/6966315859319093271/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=6966315859319093271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/6966315859319093271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/6966315859319093271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2008/01/main-theme.html' title='Main Theme'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-402464389932681279</id><published>2007-12-30T02:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T03:00:48.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Stand</title><content type='html'>Ci siamo, l'anno volge al termine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ingoiato la solita vagonata di rospi, ma non voglio scaricare la mia colpa su terzi, stavolta.&lt;br /&gt;E' colpa mia, del mio modo di vivere, di affrontare le &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cose di tutti i giorni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intendiamoci, non ci sono molte opzioni, e' solo che a me questo non basta.&lt;br /&gt;Non mi basta piu' nulla, in verita'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-402464389932681279?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/402464389932681279/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=402464389932681279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/402464389932681279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/402464389932681279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-stand.html' title='Last Stand'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-778044615252435966</id><published>2007-12-06T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:05:38.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20%</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, vedo tutto attraverso sabbia rossa e deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sete, ho sete di te che non sei qui&lt;br /&gt;Stella caduta dagli occhi,&lt;br /&gt;Che voli sul mio deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sete, le nuvole mi cadono dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Cerchio che ha perso il suo centro,&lt;br /&gt;Perche' ha smarrito ogni senso&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sabbia rossa e deserto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunga scala d'aria che sale dal deserto&lt;br /&gt;Non c'e` confine con l'occhio dentro e l'occhio fuori&lt;br /&gt;Morgana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenta processione all'alba nel deserto&lt;br /&gt;Fata Morgana ha gia' cambiato ogni profilo&lt;br /&gt;Aspetto a parlare prima che l'illusione si sia mossa&lt;br /&gt;Poi scopro il confine che dall'infinito vola dentro di me&lt;br /&gt;Morgana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sete significa che sono vivo&lt;br /&gt;Che importa se l' ultimo o il primo&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore vuol battere ancora, ancora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sabbia rossa e deserto&lt;br /&gt;La sento negli occhi, in fondo ai miei occhi,&lt;br /&gt;Salire dal mare passando dal cuore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Litfiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto tremando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.. preferisco pensare che sia la febbre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-778044615252435966?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/778044615252435966/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=778044615252435966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/778044615252435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/778044615252435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/12/20.html' title='20%'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-2611505679869897157</id><published>2007-10-16T23:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:45:32.914+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smalltears</title><content type='html'>Esistono, ne sono convinto, canzoni perfette per momenti, a loro modo, perfetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In questo momento&lt;br /&gt;di grande decisione&lt;br /&gt;di forte posizione&lt;br /&gt;mi sento un attimo&lt;br /&gt;fuori centratura&lt;br /&gt;fuori, fuori di misura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ascolta volevo dirti che non c'è bisogno di parlare&lt;br /&gt;di giurare il falso&lt;br /&gt;o raccontarsi tutto quanto&lt;br /&gt;io credo che ci serva da mangiare&lt;br /&gt;qualche cosa da spalmare&lt;br /&gt;così per ammorbidire il nostro muro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io credo al tempo&lt;br /&gt;che porta la decenza&lt;br /&gt;che toglie l'incoscienza&lt;br /&gt;vorrei tornare&lt;br /&gt;a quando mi bastava&lt;br /&gt;correre da sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adesso io ti chiedo non cambiare quel tuo modo di guardare&lt;br /&gt;certe volte, dico, ogni tanto le persone&lt;br /&gt;è facile lasciare le sincerità morire&lt;br /&gt;sotto un cumulo di sassi&lt;br /&gt;che la gente lancia addosso…&lt;br /&gt;addosso a noi…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mabreblu - Lettera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cosa serve?&lt;br /&gt;Ognuno puo' trovare la risposta giusta fra quelle a sua disposizione.&lt;br /&gt;E' un esercizio, se vogliamo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-2611505679869897157?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2611505679869897157/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=2611505679869897157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2611505679869897157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2611505679869897157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/10/smalltears.html' title='Smalltears'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-8235222990735669602</id><published>2007-10-11T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:15:34.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ippon</title><content type='html'>Punto pieno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto finendo di ascoltare il cd Pure Cult, e ho la testa piena di un presunto futuro pranzo. Bellissimo cd, tra l'altro, ma non avevo dubbi a riguardo, la fonte era assai affidabile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi pero' ho sentito qualcosa di strano, uno strano gelo, una distanza insospettabile. La testa ha cominciato ad andarsene un po' per conto suo, e ora me ne sto qua, a fare i conti con i risultati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vediamo, ho cambiato casa da un po' ormai, sono ragionevolmente pronto per i miei nuovi compiti, ho ragionevoli possibilita' di riuscire a tirare avanti con il mio stipendio, senza extra presi qua' e la'.&lt;br /&gt;Ho una scarna ma pur sempre ottima compagine di amici stretti.&lt;br /&gt;I miei coinquilini sono persone che potrebbero non meritare la morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia ex dovrebbe partorire fra circa 40 giorni, mi fa ancora uno strano effetto, anche se ormai non ci parliamo praticamente piu'. Non c'e' piu' nulla da dire, nulla in sospeso, nulla da rivangare.&lt;br /&gt;E' come l'epilogo di un film che ti era piaciuto da ragazzo, ma che ora non rivedresti neppure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'altra ex e' stata esorcizzata ed ora, dove prima c'era un doloroso e sanguinante foro, ho solo un energetico cumulo di esperienza pulsante che mi pungola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche la prospettiva delle mie giornate e' cambiata, dove prima vedevo una routine senza progressione adesso vedo una strada che quantomeno punta all'orizzonte. I miei obiettivi sono stati tutti posti oltre tale orizzonte, e finalmente riesco a guardare tutto con un certo sentimento ottimistico di fondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So che quello che accadra' da ora in poi mi portera' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;avanti&lt;/span&gt; in un qualche modo, e non sara' piu' un mediocre spostarsi di lato, senza senso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E poi ci sei tu.&lt;br /&gt;Croce e delizia.&lt;br /&gt;Anzi, niente croce.&lt;br /&gt;E nemmeno delizia.&lt;br /&gt;Letizia, direi.&lt;br /&gt;Un televisivo &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E, a proposito di rossore, ci credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho notato qualche cambiamento, e non penso che lascero' correre.&lt;br /&gt;Stavolta diro' qualcosa, spero quella giusta. E so che mi ascolterai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-8235222990735669602?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8235222990735669602/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=8235222990735669602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8235222990735669602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8235222990735669602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/10/ippon.html' title='Ippon'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-3002377442855960102</id><published>2007-10-01T10:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:21:21.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last fire will rise&lt;br /&gt;behind those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Black house will rock&lt;br /&gt;blind boys don't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immortal fear&lt;br /&gt;that voice so clear&lt;br /&gt;Through broken walls&lt;br /&gt;that scream I hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry little sister&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to your brother&lt;br /&gt;Unchain me sister&lt;br /&gt;Love is with your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The masquerade strangers look up&lt;br /&gt;When will they learn&lt;br /&gt;this loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation heat&lt;br /&gt;beats like a drum&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your veins&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie to little sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to your brother&lt;br /&gt;Unchain me sister&lt;br /&gt;Love is with your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Shangrila&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Why you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry little sister&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to your brother&lt;br /&gt;Unchain me sister&lt;br /&gt;Love is with your brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry little sister&lt;br /&gt;Come, come to your brother&lt;br /&gt;Unchain me sister&lt;br /&gt;Love is with your brother&lt;br /&gt;Cry, little sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gerard McMann - Cry Little Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quali ferie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-3002377442855960102?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3002377442855960102/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=3002377442855960102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3002377442855960102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3002377442855960102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/10/blind-boy.html' title='Blind Boy'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-379733063801307347</id><published>2007-08-01T20:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:31:18.079+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>Credi me ne importi qualcosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensi che scriva questo sfogo perche' non ho il coraggio di parlare con te?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti sbagli.&lt;br /&gt;Lo scrivo a futura memoria di un periodo buio che sta per finire. Niente piu' merda di gatto sotto il letto, basta con mezza stanza/territorio comune/ripostiglio, basta con lo zoo di animali &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;surrogati d'affetto&lt;/span&gt;, basta con i tuoi battibecchi da donna che non vuole invecchiare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta con le tue imbarazzanti amicizie, che ti servono solo per far sembrare meno mediocre una vita costellata di pigrizia. Basta con i tuoi patetici rinfacci, unica arma di una donna incapace di reagire, o semplicemente di accettarsi. Basta con i tuoi deliri di onniscenza e le tue crisi da complesso di inferiorita' perenne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta con tua madre, che un giorno e' il diavolo e quello seguente l'ultima spiaggia. Basta con le tue crociate naturaliste, i fottuti indiani, la musica celtica, i tarocchi, le tue fisime per il futuro, i gatti, la tua incapacita' di portare avanti un discorso da persona adulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi divertiro' a guardare la nave che affonda da lontano..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intanto, vaffanculo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-379733063801307347?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/379733063801307347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=379733063801307347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/379733063801307347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/379733063801307347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/08/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-1197202566990972937</id><published>2007-06-25T20:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:51:14.284+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimmer</title><content type='html'>Alcune cose te le ho dette, altre le sai gia', le senti.&lt;br /&gt;Ho chiesto un consiglio musicale.. questo e' il responso su di te:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey i am having a little trouble&lt;br /&gt;again with myself&lt;br /&gt;today i would label out of the ordinary&lt;br /&gt;hey i read&lt;br /&gt;the words to label him&lt;br /&gt;said he strikes a tune mighty fine&lt;br /&gt;but in living life that's where he finds&lt;br /&gt;plenty of trouble&lt;br /&gt;hey i am&lt;br /&gt;a book inside your hands&lt;br /&gt;will you turn the page and read the line&lt;br /&gt;where i reach the end and rid my mind&lt;br /&gt;of all this rubble&lt;br /&gt;let me out&lt;br /&gt;of this solitude&lt;br /&gt;i want out&lt;br /&gt;so i can be with you&lt;br /&gt;let me out&lt;br /&gt;i want to touch you&lt;br /&gt;don't keep me here&lt;br /&gt;hey i am&lt;br /&gt;having a little trouble with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sixpence None The Richer - Maybe Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non e' niente male, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-1197202566990972937?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1197202566990972937/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=1197202566990972937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1197202566990972937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1197202566990972937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/06/shimmer.html' title='Shimmer'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-3694873096455938113</id><published>2007-05-26T13:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T15:04:22.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather Seek Than Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't have a clue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what it is like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm here to tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that it is good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds singing a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old paint is peeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words can't be that strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart is reeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try, try to forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what's in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, orange sky above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lighting your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's nothing to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds singing a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old paint is peeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words can't be that strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart is reeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people are good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babe in the hood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so pure and so free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd make a safe bet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're gonna get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birds singing a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old paint is peeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Words can't be that strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart is reeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is that fresh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is that fresh feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Eels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devi proprio essere cosi' speciale tu? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono contento che tu lo sia. Ti voglio bene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-3694873096455938113?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3694873096455938113/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=3694873096455938113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3694873096455938113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3694873096455938113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/05/id-rather-seek-than-find.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Seek Than Find'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-4513525631580437205</id><published>2007-04-10T22:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:54:17.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter, Angry, Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRFoVR1QzI/Rhv49O29blI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLnoMGITdCI/s1600-h/Dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRFoVR1QzI/Rhv49O29blI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLnoMGITdCI/s400/Dark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051905137870466642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No comment.&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/28193287-4513525631580437205?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4513525631580437205/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=4513525631580437205&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4513525631580437205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4513525631580437205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitter-angry-dark.html' title='Bitter, Angry, Dark'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cFRFoVR1QzI/Rhv49O29blI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLnoMGITdCI/s72-c/Dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-3039552936603652397</id><published>2007-04-06T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T14:48:46.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>Ho una specie di grido interiore che va avanti ininterrotamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel silenzio il suo stridere e' a tratti insopportabile.. non ha senso, non ha sostanza.. e' insofferenza a tutto cio' che intorno a me viene considerato "vita".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei dar voce al grido, ma sono sfiduciato, non c'e' nessun tipo di merito in questo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ho la risposta in tasca, cazzo, pero' non e' questa.&lt;br /&gt;Non e' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;questa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musica, ho bisogno di musica, di poesie, di pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio scambio di idee, sentimenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio sentirmi umano, non un derivato sociale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-3039552936603652397?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/3039552936603652397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=3039552936603652397&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3039552936603652397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/3039552936603652397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/04/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-1657803648281336351</id><published>2007-02-12T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:30:40.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Wind, Like The Sea</title><content type='html'>Oggi mi sento come il mare&lt;br /&gt;mi sento grande e importante&lt;br /&gt;non ho confini ne davanti distanze&lt;br /&gt;e se mi scateno posso fare anche male&lt;br /&gt;non è questo il mio intento io sono contento&lt;br /&gt;voglio bene a tutti sto in pace col mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma se ci penso mi sento come una goccia&lt;br /&gt;che cade lenta in mezzo all'acqua&lt;br /&gt;e si confonde in mezzo ad altre&lt;br /&gt;milioni di gocce infondo al mare&lt;br /&gt;lasciami stare per favore&lt;br /&gt;mi sento uno straccio sto così male&lt;br /&gt;vorrei affogare nel blu&lt;br /&gt;e risalire poi più su&lt;br /&gt;fino a toccare il cielo e anche di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milioni di gocce in fondo al mare&lt;br /&gt;milioni di gocce in fondo al mare&lt;br /&gt;lasciami stare per favore&lt;br /&gt;oggi mi sento come il mare&lt;br /&gt;lasciami stare lascia stare&lt;br /&gt;oggi mi sento come il mare domani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una goccia... una goccia come il mare&lt;br /&gt;una goccia... una goccia dopo il mare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-1657803648281336351?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1657803648281336351/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=1657803648281336351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1657803648281336351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1657803648281336351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-wind-like-sea.html' title='Like The Wind, Like The Sea'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5639801800301098584</id><published>2007-01-28T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:30:56.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Lose By Loving</title><content type='html'>E' incredibile sai, tutto questo tempo, tutti questi pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensieri su di te, su di me, e soprattutto su di noi. Sui nostri tre mesi insieme.&lt;br /&gt;E' passato cosi' tanto tempo da quell'ultimo bacio, il sapore delle tue lacrime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho attraversato innumerevoli fasi da allora.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono odiato. Ti ho amata ancora e ancora e ancora. Ti ho odiato. Mi hai fatto pena. Mi hai fatto tenerezza. E ancora ti amavo. Il ricordo di noi mi ha tolto il sonno per mesi. La nostalgia di noi mi ha privato di certi piaceri sacrosanti... ed io ho lasciato che tutto cio' avvenisse, come se il sole avesse smesso di sorgere. Per un po' ho ripreso a vivere, ti ho allontanata ma non ti ho mai davvero esclusa. Ho lasciato che il tuo persistere nella mia vita mi trascinasse giu'. Ogni volta che toccavo un nuovo stato di benessere, ti rievocavo dai recessi della mia mente... per non permettermi di essere felice. Come se in qualche modo mi dovessi punire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E temo proprio di esserci riuscito per mesi. Per un anno il sole non e' sorto, per me. Mi sono raccontato di poterti essere amico, poi ti ho detto che non potevo esserlo. Alla fine lo sono persino stato, calpestando ogni sano buonsenso. Ma questo non e' un inno alla mia autodistruzione, no davvero.&lt;br /&gt;E' tempo di qualcosa di nuovo. Tempo di accettare la verita'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cosa piu' bella di noi due, era il mio amore per te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5639801800301098584?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5639801800301098584/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5639801800301098584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5639801800301098584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5639801800301098584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-never-lose-by-loving.html' title='You Never Lose By Loving'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5361061508823151800</id><published>2007-01-21T15:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:46:08.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things To Come, Things To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Poor little rich boy all the couples have gone, they've gone, they've gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But she isn't but you don't love her anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know that you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you wish that you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don't anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Poor little rich boy, all the world is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The water runs off your skin and down into the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're reading fitzgerald, you're reading hemmingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They're both super smart and drinking in the cafès.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you think that you should but she thinks that she's fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But she isn't but you don't love her anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you know that you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you wish that you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you don't anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so young, you're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so young, you're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so young, you're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so young, you're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so young, you're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're so goddamn young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you don't love your girlfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei dire alcune cose importanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Ross, e' incredibile passare 25 minuti al cellulare con te.. non lo so come fai, ma sei splendida e piena di vita, e anche se non forse ci vedremo mai.. un po' saro' sempre pazzo di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Roby, ci sentiamo pochissimo, ma ogni sms e' pieno di qualcosa di non detto.. qualcosa di speciale che e' sempre esistito. Sei una delle mie anime affini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Ste, non mi dilungo perche' tanto lo sai... e poi parliamo spesso, piu' o meno :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie Davide, sei un Amico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfido chiunque a sopravvivere ad una qualsiasi fase importante della propria vita senza l'aiuto di nessuno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5361061508823151800?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5361061508823151800/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5361061508823151800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5361061508823151800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5361061508823151800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-to-come-things-to-go.html' title='Things To Come, Things To Go'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-8551786920956972813</id><published>2007-01-14T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:04:58.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Siamo tutti candele"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosi' pensavo oggi, durante il pranzo per il mio compleanno.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono ritrovato piu' volte a fissare il piatto, la bottiglia di lambrusco dal pessimo gusto, il vassoio con le patatine, le persone sedute al tavolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono legato a tutti loro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legato.. ma questo in nessun modo determina i miei sentimenti, che sono diversi per ognuno. Ho fatto pensieri amari, pensieri tristi, qualche pensiero malinconico... e ho espresso un desiderio felice quando ho spento la candela. Anche se quell'assurdo motivetto mi spaccava i timpani, anche se avevo una mano zuppa dello spumante appena stappato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pochissime sono accese, ma tutte si consumano"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poi c'erano le battute, i soliti discorsi fatti e rifatti.. ma non era la ripetizione in se' a darmi fastidio, anzi, normalmente dovrebbe essere rassicurante, era l'ipocrisia di fondo. Segreti, rancore, sprezzo, superbia a perdita d'occhio. Tutti pieni del proprio vuoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi chiedo fino a che punto sono cosi' anche io?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il mio regalo per me stesso e' questo, una fotografia di uno stato di cose.&lt;br /&gt;Il ricordo che permarra' di un momento in cui le cose erano ombre e polvere.&lt;br /&gt;E la prospettiva per poter cambiare tutto questo.&lt;br /&gt;Spazzare le ombre accendendo una candela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-8551786920956972813?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8551786920956972813/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=8551786920956972813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8551786920956972813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8551786920956972813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/born-to-burn.html' title='Born To Burn'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5499926445745457957</id><published>2007-01-06T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:33:46.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;La descrizione di un attimo&lt;br /&gt;le convinzioni che cambiano&lt;br /&gt;e crolla la fortezza del mio debole per te&lt;br /&gt;anche se non sei più sola perché sola non sai stare&lt;br /&gt;e credi che dividersi la vita sia normale&lt;br /&gt;ma la mia memoria scivola&lt;br /&gt;mi ricordo limpida la trasmissione dei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;la sensazione che in un attimo&lt;br /&gt;qualunque cosa pensassimo poteva succedere&lt;br /&gt;E poi cos'è successo&lt;br /&gt;aspettami oppure dimenticami&lt;br /&gt;ci rivediamo adesso&lt;br /&gt;dopo quasi cinque anni&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei un'emozione fortissima&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei bellissima&lt;br /&gt;Mi hanno detto dei tuoi viaggi&lt;br /&gt;mi hanno detto che stai male&lt;br /&gt;che sei diventata pazza&lt;br /&gt;ma io so che sei normale&lt;br /&gt;mi chiedi di partire adesso&lt;br /&gt;perchè i numeri e il futuro non ti fanno preoccupare&lt;br /&gt;vorrei poterti credere&lt;br /&gt;sarebbe molto più facile&lt;br /&gt;rincontrarci nei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;distesi come se fossimo&lt;br /&gt;sospesi ancora nell'attimo in cui poteva succedere&lt;br /&gt;E poi cos'è successo&lt;br /&gt;aspettami oppure dimenticami&lt;br /&gt;ci rivediamo presto&lt;br /&gt;fra almeno altri cinque anni&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei un'emozione fortissima&lt;br /&gt;e come sempre sei bellissima perchè&lt;br /&gt;come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdo le parole, e mi piacerebbe dire che trovo sempre piu' me stesso.&lt;br /&gt;Tuttavia non e' cosi', aspetto il sole. Domani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5499926445745457957?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5499926445745457957/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5499926445745457957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5499926445745457957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5499926445745457957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2007/01/spotless-mind.html' title='Spotless Mind'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-4774277198358685412</id><published>2006-12-22T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:57:32.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Se mai ti parlassero di me&lt;br /&gt;chi lo sa se in fondo a te&lt;br /&gt;troverai un sorriso per me&lt;br /&gt;anche se c'é da troppo tempo ormai&lt;br /&gt;il silenzio tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;io ti penso ancora sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se caso mai ti parlassero di me&lt;br /&gt;spero che ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;quello che sono stato per te&lt;br /&gt;anche se hai sofferto quanto me&lt;br /&gt;spero che ti riuscirà di sorridere per me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se mai......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Battiato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' difficile spiegare persino a me stesso il significato di tutti i miei sentimenti. Non lo so che senso ha tutto questo, se ne ha uno solo, o se ne ha molti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ormai ho perdonato anche me stesso, e mi rimane solo un ricordo dolce e un po' triste di quel ragazzo che ero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-4774277198358685412?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4774277198358685412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=4774277198358685412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4774277198358685412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4774277198358685412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/12/think-of-me.html' title='Think Of Me'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-8160869512492575506</id><published>2006-12-14T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:41:16.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For A Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Le mie dita riprendono a scrivere&lt;br /&gt;mentre maggio si riempie di nuvole…e pioverà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiudo gli occhi e mi fermo così&lt;br /&gt;nell'estate che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;a cercare parole perdute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA SE TU FOSSI QUI CON ME, UN ATTIMO, UN ATTIMO&lt;br /&gt;SE TU FOSSI QUI CON ME, UN ATTIMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma i ricordi si fanno più fragili, vuoti, solubili&lt;br /&gt;i dettagli diventano piccoli, labili&lt;br /&gt;e poco importa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se la mia è la tua verità&lt;br /&gt;se la vita scivola&lt;br /&gt;se le pagine vuote si riempiono e si cambiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MA SE TU FOSSI QUI CON ME, UN ATTIMO, UN ATTIMO&lt;br /&gt;SE TU FOSSI QUI CON ME, UN ATTIMO, COSI'&lt;br /&gt;COME VORREI CREDERE, ADESSO VOGLIO CREDERE&lt;br /&gt;CHE NON SEI COSI' DISTANTE… DISTANTE DA ME"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madreblu - Un Attimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-8160869512492575506?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/8160869512492575506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=8160869512492575506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8160869512492575506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/8160869512492575506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-for-second.html' title='Just For A Second'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-2020974853519718229</id><published>2006-12-10T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:46:58.490+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Try Until You Can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You're young until you're not&lt;br /&gt;You love until you don't&lt;br /&gt;You try until you can't&lt;br /&gt;You laugh until you cry&lt;br /&gt;You cry until you laugh&lt;br /&gt;And everyone must breathe&lt;br /&gt;Until their dying breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is how it works&lt;br /&gt;You peer inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;You take the things you like&lt;br /&gt;And try to love the things you took&lt;br /&gt;And then you take that love you made&lt;br /&gt;And stick it into some&lt;br /&gt;Someone else's heart&lt;br /&gt;Pumping someone else's blood&lt;br /&gt;And walking arm in arm&lt;br /&gt;You hope it don't get harmed&lt;br /&gt;But even if it does&lt;br /&gt;You'll just do it all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto facendo molta fatica ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho cosi' tante cose dentro di me che per anni ho avuto il terrore di averci a che fare.&lt;br /&gt;Ho passato notti a piangere sperando di trovare l'amore.&lt;br /&gt;Ho passato altre notti a piangere sperando di averlo trovato.&lt;br /&gt;Ho passato notti a sperare di non perderlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesso non so cosa sperare. Ho davvero mille spinte in avanti, istinti repressi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa posso fare, cosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei non essere cosi' solo in questo cammino.&lt;br /&gt;Non dico in compagnia... ma non cosi' solo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-2020974853519718229?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2020974853519718229/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=2020974853519718229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2020974853519718229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2020974853519718229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/12/try-until-you-cant.html' title='Try Until You Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5773505937378875713</id><published>2006-12-06T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T18:35:57.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave I'll Be</title><content type='html'>Alice guarda intorno a te&lt;br /&gt;Nè meraviglie nè magie&lt;br /&gt;Alice sporca di utopie&lt;br /&gt;Attendi un lieto fine che&lt;br /&gt;Ti porti via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE INAFFIDABILE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE IMPERDONABILE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice illusa d'aria&lt;br /&gt;E di certezze in avaria&lt;br /&gt;Alice vagabonda tra&lt;br /&gt;Macerie di speranza vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Vuoi scappare via&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE VULNERABILE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE CHE VALORE HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IL PREZZO DELL'INGENUITA' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DELLA PAURA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PER OGNI PAGINA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DI OGNI FAVOLA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PER OGNI IDIOTA FANTASIA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non t'importa se non puoi&lt;br /&gt;Sogni quello che vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Quello che vuoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE VULNERABILE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOGNODIPENDENTE TU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALICE CHE VALORE HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IL PREZZO DELL'INGENUITA' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DELLA PAURA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PER OGNI PAGINA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DI OGNI FAVOLA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PER OGNI IDIOTA FANTASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Niente magie, niente meraviglie.&lt;br /&gt;Solo il coraggio di vivere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5773505937378875713?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5773505937378875713/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5773505937378875713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5773505937378875713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5773505937378875713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/12/brave-ill-be.html' title='Brave I&apos;ll Be'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-2939467747214558472</id><published>2006-11-26T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T14:15:13.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Is Long But You Were So Dead Wrong</title><content type='html'>Ma adesso metti bene a fuoco, mi vedi?&lt;br /&gt;Sono caduto in piedi, ci credi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non ti cerchero'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho tolto le foto dalle pareti&lt;br /&gt;E nei miei sogni segreti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non ti vedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a dormire ci riesco, esco, quando mi va&lt;br /&gt;Bavo abbondanti sorsate di liberta'&lt;br /&gt;Faccio assordanti risate con gli amici al bar&lt;br /&gt;Su come ero spento quando perdevo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Stando con quella la', ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sfumi nella memoria, non ti penso mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ogni mentire, ogni fare soffrire&lt;br /&gt;Ci insegna la storia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pagherai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E so che ad ogni risveglio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non ci sarai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E so che tanto di meglio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non troverai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will never know&lt;br /&gt;What is turning in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-2939467747214558472?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/2939467747214558472/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=2939467747214558472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2939467747214558472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/2939467747214558472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-is-long-but-you-were-so-dead-wrong.html' title='The Day Is Long But You Were So Dead Wrong'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-1951471287855026071</id><published>2006-11-23T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:17:04.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still I Smell A Lingering Softness</title><content type='html'>Oggi il cielo ha pianto, ha pianto insieme a te&lt;br /&gt;A te che dici sempre che non troverai&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno che potrà capirti, potrà amarti come sei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci si sente vuoti è capitato a me&lt;br /&gt;Aver il mondo in mano e poi perderlo&lt;br /&gt;Ma lo sai l'amore è questo puoi toccarlo un giorno e poi&lt;br /&gt;Ti ritrovi solo come siamo noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma se tu sei come me&lt;br /&gt;Non lasciare mai che lui ti cambi, no&lt;br /&gt;Non perderti&lt;br /&gt;Guarda in faccia chi verra'&lt;br /&gt;Non aver paura mai di piangere&lt;br /&gt;Non perderti&lt;br /&gt;Ama, ama, ama, ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non è andata liscia neanche tra di noi&lt;br /&gt;Ed è stata dura anche dirsi addio&lt;br /&gt;Ma lo sai l'amore è questo e troppe volte ancora noi&lt;br /&gt;Toccheremo il cielo e poi cadremo giù&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma se tu sei come me&lt;br /&gt;Non lasciare mai che lui ti cambi, no&lt;br /&gt;Non perderti&lt;br /&gt;Guarda in faccia chi verra'&lt;br /&gt;Non aver paura mai di piangere&lt;br /&gt;Non perderti&lt;br /&gt;Ama, ama, ama, ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando sarai sola, sola come me&lt;br /&gt;Dovrai provare ancora, sveglia il cuore e non morire mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ama, ama, ama, ama&lt;br /&gt;Ama, senza chiudere il cuore&lt;br /&gt;Ama, senza troppe paure&lt;br /&gt;Ama, anche se fara' male&lt;br /&gt;Ama, se tu sei come me&lt;br /&gt;Ama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-1951471287855026071?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1951471287855026071/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=1951471287855026071&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1951471287855026071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1951471287855026071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/still-i-smell-lingering-softness.html' title='Still I Smell A Lingering Softness'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-4413862877971286032</id><published>2006-11-16T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:40:27.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>Sono fiero di me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho sofferto, e non e' stato facile. Ho percorso la mia strada, affrontando tutto con spirito di avventura. A volte non sono stato abbastanza umile, a volte lo sono stato troppo. Ho commesso tanti errori, e ho collezionato ferite e cicatrici... delusioni. Sono caduto, ho pianto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora piango adesso, rialzandomi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non lo so cosa accadra', mi sento un po' triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metto le mani in tasca... e canto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-4413862877971286032?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4413862877971286032/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=4413862877971286032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4413862877971286032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4413862877971286032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-862218066950207128</id><published>2006-11-12T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T16:44:59.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't need to fight, to prove i'm right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Who - Baba O'Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' difficile vincere una singola battaglia, e l'esito della guerra e' celato fino all'ultimo giorno dell'esistenza... per questo e' importante scegliere le proprie battaglie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non si puo' vincerle tutte, alcune andranno perse, inevitabilmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-862218066950207128?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/862218066950207128/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=862218066950207128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/862218066950207128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/862218066950207128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/fighting.html' title='Fighting'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5015133276436338042</id><published>2006-11-08T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:26:05.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Thing</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey, hey, sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;I give in (submission)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, if you don't think it's right&lt;br /&gt;Can't change your mind if I talk all night&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, 'cos nothing now can keep this a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;I give in (submission)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Just go.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fight&lt;br /&gt;Just take your things&lt;br /&gt;And say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Just go.&lt;br /&gt;'Cos nothing now can keep this a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey how could you be so unkind&lt;br /&gt;When you were lying to me all the time&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me now your life is fine&lt;br /&gt;It's your day now, but it's gonna be mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what a sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey,&lt;br /&gt;(Submission)&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, if you don't think it's right&lt;br /&gt;Can't change your mind if I talk all night&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you want to right it, fight it)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, 'cos nothing now can keep this a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey how could you be so unkind&lt;br /&gt;When you were lying to me all the time&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me now your life is fine&lt;br /&gt;It's your day now, but it's gonna be mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh and what a sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing - I give in&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing - I give in&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing - submission (I give in)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing - submission (I give in)&lt;br /&gt;Sweet thing - submission (I give in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5015133276436338042?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5015133276436338042/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5015133276436338042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5015133276436338042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5015133276436338042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-hey-hey-sweet-thing-i-give-in-sweet.html' title='Sweet Thing'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-1738223386234966943</id><published>2006-11-07T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:30:12.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4615/3441/1600/Japan002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4615/3441/320/Japan002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semplice, e bello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come due persone che si abbracciano.&lt;br /&gt;Come due bambini che giocano sulla spiaggia.&lt;br /&gt;Come due innamorati che li guardano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-1738223386234966943?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/1738223386234966943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=1738223386234966943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1738223386234966943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/1738223386234966943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/11/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-4147516833633214524</id><published>2006-11-06T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:12:57.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Underwater, Screaming and Singing</title><content type='html'>Sono nell'acqua, giro, giro, ruoto e salto,&lt;br /&gt;Grido, grido forte i miei pensieri e salto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto, canto la ballata dell'amore danzato,&lt;br /&gt;Giro, giro e ballo, ballo finche' saro' fermato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com'e' dolce l'acqua, com'e' rapida la danza,&lt;br /&gt;Com'e' forte il canto, come ho fatto senza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutti sanno danzare, tutti sanno cantare,&lt;br /&gt;Tu ascolta, nient'altro che questo devi fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grida l'amore dell'acqua, l'amore del mare.&lt;div 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Singing'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-5220946402792631350</id><published>2006-10-30T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:42:35.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>Per voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sento come se avessi qualcosa da regalare, da condividere.&lt;br /&gt;Mi guardo intorno, cercando... ma e' come se fossi solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuoi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-5220946402792631350?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/5220946402792631350/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=5220946402792631350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5220946402792631350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/5220946402792631350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-4290964931143838807</id><published>2006-10-23T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:18:43.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>Take my love, take my land&lt;br /&gt;Take me where I cannot stand&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm still free&lt;br /&gt;You can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me out to the black&lt;br /&gt;Tell them I ain't comin' back&lt;br /&gt;Burn the land and boil the sea&lt;br /&gt;You can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the men where they lay&lt;br /&gt;They'll never see another day&lt;br /&gt;Lost my soul, lost my dream&lt;br /&gt;You can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the black reaching out&lt;br /&gt;I hear its song without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I still hear and I still see&lt;br /&gt;That you can't take the sky from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my love, lost my land&lt;br /&gt;Lost the last place I could stand&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I can be&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't take the sky from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-4290964931143838807?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/4290964931143838807/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=4290964931143838807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4290964931143838807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/4290964931143838807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115990901012349606</id><published>2006-10-03T22:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.424+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><content type='html'>Riunirsi con persone mai viste prima, eppure familiari.&lt;br /&gt;Rivolgere a qualcuno parole senza sapere bene chi sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirsi meno soli in compagnia di estranei amichevoli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115990901012349606?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115990901012349606/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115990901012349606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115990901012349606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115990901012349606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/10/gathering_03.html' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115883550203914591</id><published>2006-09-21T12:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.299+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimble</title><content type='html'>E' passato del tempo dall'ultima volta che mi sono sentito cosi' distratto durante il lavoro. Le intuizioni sono svanite e anche i piccoli problemi si fanno frustranti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono pensieri che mi danzano leggeri nella testa, battono i piedi ad un ritmo intrigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emozioni e sentimenti si mescolano formando una muta melodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho voglia di ballare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115883550203914591?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115883550203914591/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115883550203914591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115883550203914591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115883550203914591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/nimble.html' title='Nimble'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115788628083357234</id><published>2006-09-10T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wounded</title><content type='html'>Ho appena vissuto giorni disastrosi, non avrei mai pensato di doverli vedere.&lt;br /&gt;Mi chiedo se avrei potuto evitarli, ma non e' questo il punto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il problema sono le conseguenze che avranno questi giorni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosa succedera'? Forse niente.... e non so cosa sia peggio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115788628083357234?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115788628083357234/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115788628083357234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115788628083357234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115788628083357234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/wounded.html' title='Wounded'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115724286124990785</id><published>2006-09-03T02:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of View</title><content type='html'>Non bisogna mai trascurare l'importanza del parere di una persona imparziale. Non sempre i familiari o gli amici possono fornire un aiuto che noi siamo in grado di accettare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A volte ci vuole la cruda verita' di un estraneo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115724286124990785?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115724286124990785/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115724286124990785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115724286124990785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115724286124990785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/09/point-of-view.html' title='Point Of View'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115599610177588157</id><published>2006-08-19T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.099+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing In The Sun</title><content type='html'>Don't you cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Don't shed a tear for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;(Alright now)&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in misery&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have me a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E' molto semplice, davvero. O si fa di tutto per vivere, o si fa di tutto per morire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho scelto la prima.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115599610177588157?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115599610177588157/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115599610177588157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115599610177588157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115599610177588157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/singing-in-sun.html' title='Singing In The Sun'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115489648010419030</id><published>2006-08-06T22:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:09.034+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind</title><content type='html'>C'e' davvero un vento fortissimo stasera ed io rinchiuso in camera a pensare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non e' un vento reale, soffia nella mia testa,&lt;br /&gt;fischia, sbuffa, scompigliandomi i pensieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quello che mi serve, so chi potrebbe darmelo.&lt;br /&gt;So cosa dovrei fare, so esattamente come farlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eppure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'e' solo il vento che soffia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115489648010419030?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115489648010419030/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115489648010419030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115489648010419030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115489648010419030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/08/wind.html' title='Wind'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115402855324957022</id><published>2006-07-27T21:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.975+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Singing</title><content type='html'>Oggi sono allegro, e mi dispiaceva vedere questo mio piccolo spazio quasi abbandonato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ho smesso di scrivere per mancanza di ispirazione, anzi.... ho smesso perche' non riuscivo a focalizzare su niente. Mi sono passate sulle labbra centinaia di canzoni in questi giorni, ho ripensato ad avveninenti lontani, ho ricontattato amici che non sentivo da anni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho una vita molto piu' varia e piena di quello che pensavo.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio dare di piu', condividere me stesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voglio spargermi al vento, e rinascere in ogni luogo dove trovero' fertile terreno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115402855324957022?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115402855324957022/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115402855324957022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115402855324957022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115402855324957022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-like-singing.html' title='I Feel Like Singing'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115263154522731962</id><published>2006-07-11T17:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free, I'm Alone</title><content type='html'>Sono troppo libero, e per questo saro' sempre troppo solo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115263154522731962?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115263154522731962/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115263154522731962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115263154522731962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115263154522731962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-free-im-alone.html' title='I&apos;m Free, I&apos;m Alone'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115196859173484338</id><published>2006-07-04T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Her</title><content type='html'>Marta è morta una volta&lt;br /&gt;sepolta da un fatto che non ricorda&lt;br /&gt;delusa da un gioco troppo crudele&lt;br /&gt;che per convenzione chiamava amore..&lt;br /&gt;Marta non crede ai sogni,&lt;br /&gt;nei sogni di carta e alla gente falsa,&lt;br /&gt;sorride di sbieco un pò per dovere un pò per ripiego&lt;br /&gt;e quando mi spiega il senso che ha dato ai suoi 3000 tautaggi&lt;br /&gt;che solamente riesco a capire oggi..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole vivere una favola&lt;br /&gt;complicata e semplice proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole una vita unica&lt;br /&gt;zero paranoica proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Marta è alla mia festa&lt;br /&gt;si blinda nel bagno e scuote la testa&lt;br /&gt;si muove a disagio in cerca di niente&lt;br /&gt;e io mi avvicino indifferente,&lt;br /&gt;perchè forse ho bisogno di lei,&lt;br /&gt;perchè forse ho bisogno di lei..&lt;br /&gt;Marta stasera è storta&lt;br /&gt;mi gira lo sguardo e parla di un'altra&lt;br /&gt;e quando le porgo il calice vuoto&lt;br /&gt;lei grida hai bevuto tutto di nuovo..&lt;br /&gt;E mentre scanzo il fumo delle sigarette in avanzo&lt;br /&gt;ancora adesso mi ricordo chi ha pianto..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole vivere una favola&lt;br /&gt;complicata e semplice proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole una vita unica&lt;br /&gt;zero paranoica proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole lei vuole lei vuole le vuoi lei vuole..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole una vita unica zero paranoica proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole una vita unica zero paranoica proprio come lei..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole lei vuole lei vuole lei vuole l'amore lei vuole l'amore lei vuole..&lt;br /&gt;Lei vuole lei vuole lei vuole lei vuole l'amore lei vuole l'amore lei vuole..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115196859173484338?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115196859173484338/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115196859173484338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115196859173484338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115196859173484338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-like-her.html' title='Just Like Her'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115169085623952624</id><published>2006-06-30T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get Anymore, Here All Alone?</title><content type='html'>Maledetto me che stò morendo&lt;br /&gt;per un attimo di vento&lt;br /&gt;perdo tutto in un momento&lt;br /&gt;e proprio questo sono stanco&lt;br /&gt;di donare confidenza&lt;br /&gt;a chi invece non ti pensa&lt;br /&gt;e ti abbandona come merda&lt;br /&gt;tanto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Biagio&lt;/span&gt; è forte e regge&lt;br /&gt;e non sa cos'è il rancore&lt;br /&gt;se ti va dagli un ceffone&lt;br /&gt;comunque meglio non chiamare&lt;br /&gt;anche se soffre come un cane&lt;br /&gt;è un amico che non vale&lt;br /&gt;buono solo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pensare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma quante notti al caldo stretti stretti&lt;br /&gt;chiusi in una stanza&lt;br /&gt;senza uscite e pregiudizi&lt;br /&gt;solo con la voglia di star bene e divertirsi&lt;br /&gt;quella che vuoi tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usami, usami, usami quando vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Usami, usami, usami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maledetto me che stò cedendo&lt;br /&gt;che sia un sogno o sia un intento&lt;br /&gt;son disposto a dimostrare&lt;br /&gt;cosa ho dentro e fino in fondo&lt;br /&gt;non mi abbasso a certi schemi&lt;br /&gt;per denaro o altri valori&lt;br /&gt;l'importante è che io riesca&lt;br /&gt;a stare in piedi anche domani&lt;br /&gt;e non servirà un abbraccio&lt;br /&gt;basta e avanza il mio coraggio&lt;br /&gt;e la ferma convinzione&lt;br /&gt;che sei il sole e non un raggio&lt;br /&gt;non si sa mai chi sarai&lt;br /&gt;se vincente o perderai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E come dirlo allora che non serve&lt;br /&gt;darsi addosso e farsi male, male veramente&lt;br /&gt;quello che ti insegna e non ti fa capire niente&lt;br /&gt;rende inutili. Io non ci sono, adesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usami, usami, usami quando vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Usami, usami, usami e dopo buttami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115169085623952624?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115169085623952624/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115169085623952624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115169085623952624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115169085623952624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/can-i-get-anymore-here-all-alone.html' title='Can I Get Anymore, Here All Alone?'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115105636804142581</id><published>2006-06-23T10:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.715+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Whim Of Fate</title><content type='html'>Sbattuto in giro dai capricci del destino.... io?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, grazie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115105636804142581?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115105636804142581/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115105636804142581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115105636804142581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115105636804142581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/whim-of-fate.html' title='Whim Of Fate'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115087965651809702</id><published>2006-06-21T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloom</title><content type='html'>Cos'e' questa commistione di ricordi, tristezza e dolcezza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' questa la malinconia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115087965651809702?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115087965651809702/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115087965651809702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115087965651809702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115087965651809702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/gloom.html' title='Gloom'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115061892134995568</id><published>2006-06-18T10:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm more than you will see, more than you will need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more than you will see, more than wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know, i know you like the way you feel when i play.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mia canzone preferita... mi sta a cuore piu' di qualsiasi altra, perche' sento di averne vissuto ogni singola parola.. ogni strofa e' un pezzo della mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascoltarla significa piu' che passare quattro minuti.. mi aiuta a riflettere, a ricordare quella piccola parte che esiste dentro di me, e che sono io. Io soltanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E lo so, lo so che vi piace quello che sentite quando scrivo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115061892134995568?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115061892134995568/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115061892134995568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115061892134995568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115061892134995568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/wanted.html' title='Wanted'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115030074590929716</id><published>2006-06-14T17:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.524+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is On My Side</title><content type='html'>Molti pensieri, molto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa, pensa ancora, di piu'.&lt;br /&gt;Sei cresciuta, piu' non sei tu.&lt;br /&gt;Tutto chiaro come un lampo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non m'importa, lo sai?&lt;br /&gt;Non e' troppo tardi ormai.&lt;br /&gt;Io sono io, lo stesso ma diverso.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei tu, eppure sei all'inverso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115030074590929716?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115030074590929716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115030074590929716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115030074590929716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115030074590929716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-is-on-my-side.html' title='Time Is On My Side'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-115019289858385726</id><published>2006-06-13T11:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts And Curses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mary belongs to the words of a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cosi' recita un pezzo dell'omonima canzone degli Yellowcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts And Curses, letteralmente Doni e Maledizioni...&lt;br /&gt;Perche' un dono dovrebbe diventare una maledizione?&lt;br /&gt;Non e' solo una distorsione che avviene nella mia testa?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Io sono convinto di si.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-115019289858385726?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/115019289858385726/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=115019289858385726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115019289858385726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/115019289858385726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/gifts-and-curses.html' title='Gifts And Curses'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114998436612792194</id><published>2006-06-11T02:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>There Was The Sea</title><content type='html'>E' proprio vero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'era il sole, c'era il mare,&lt;br /&gt;c'era tutto quello che volevo avere.&lt;br /&gt;C'era il pane, c'era il sale,&lt;br /&gt;c'era il sole, c'era il mare e poi.. c'eri tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'eri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114998436612792194?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114998436612792194/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114998436612792194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114998436612792194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114998436612792194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-was-sea.html' title='There Was The Sea'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114975676221060987</id><published>2006-06-08T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Star</title><content type='html'>Immaginami ora simile ad una cometa,&lt;br /&gt;passo troppo vicino e cosi' mi sgretolo&lt;br /&gt;seminando i miei vivificanti  frammenti&lt;br /&gt;che cadono giu' come pioggia di polvere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114975676221060987?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114975676221060987/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114975676221060987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114975676221060987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114975676221060987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/shooting-star.html' title='Shooting Star'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114915552216801443</id><published>2006-06-01T11:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were So Dead Wrong</title><content type='html'>Capita di avere torto... ma quello che brucia e' SUBIRE un torto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il risentimento, anche se razionalmente viene controllato, puo' bruciare per tantissimo tempo ancora. E basta poco per riaccendere sentimenti simili all'odio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto vorrei darti almeno un pugno... e anche uno schiaffo a qualcun altro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114915552216801443?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114915552216801443/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114915552216801443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114915552216801443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114915552216801443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-were-so-dead-wrong.html' title='You Were So Dead Wrong'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114857379548375819</id><published>2006-05-25T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Darkest Side</title><content type='html'>Ho sognato la mia parte piu' nera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mi sono innamorato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114857379548375819?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114857379548375819/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114857379548375819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114857379548375819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114857379548375819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-darkest-side.html' title='My Darkest Side'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114849717655781329</id><published>2006-05-24T20:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like You</title><content type='html'>Si... mi piaci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114849717655781329?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114849717655781329/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114849717655781329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114849717655781329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114849717655781329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-like-you.html' title='I Like You'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114839048512769756</id><published>2006-05-23T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Burden</title><content type='html'>Ammettere le proprie croci e' gia' una mezza vittoria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'e' chi deve decidere quali sono le proprie priorita'.&lt;br /&gt;C'e' chi deve trovare un nuovo punto di forza.&lt;br /&gt;C'e' chi deve rinunciare a qualcosa a cui tiene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' confortante a volte vedere cosa devono affrontare gli altri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114839048512769756?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114839048512769756/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114839048512769756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114839048512769756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114839048512769756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-own-burden.html' title='My Own Burden'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114830490180701922</id><published>2006-05-22T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:08.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterfire of Love</title><content type='html'>E' bello quando finalmente riesci ad ascoltare una canzone d'amore senza piangere... certo senti una punta di tristezza, ma sai bene che non piangerai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non piangerai piu' per quello che non c'e'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E riesci a sorridere, con il cuore pieno di emozioni tristi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114830490180701922?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114830490180701922/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114830490180701922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114830490180701922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114830490180701922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/afterfire-of-love.html' title='Afterfire of Love'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114823719935840442</id><published>2006-05-21T20:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>No, non siamo perfetti, non lo e' nessuno. E' cosi'.&lt;br /&gt;I fiocchi di neve sono perfetti. Le stelle sono perfette.&lt;br /&gt;Gli esseri umani no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi siamo qui per distruggerci, per provare emozioni e dolore.&lt;br /&gt;Per innamorarci delle persone sbagliate.&lt;br /&gt;Siamo qui per morire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' selvaggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed e' splendido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114823719935840442?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114823719935840442/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114823719935840442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114823719935840442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114823719935840442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114816957867140101</id><published>2006-05-21T01:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scent of a Woman</title><content type='html'>L'altro giorno, al cinema, ero seduto di fianco ad una ragazza... l'avevo gia' notata facendo la fila... sicuramente non piacerebbe a molte persone, ma era splendida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era alta poco piu' di me, i lunghi capelli neri raccolti in una coda di cavallo, orecchini azzurri particolari ma non appariscenti. Un trucco appena accennato, niente rossetto... labbra rosa e ben disegnate. Indossava una tenuta sportiva e delle scarpe da ginnastica azzurre perfettamente abbinate. Intriganti occhi verdi, uno sguardo penetrante e curioso.. ricco di vita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' stato bello guardarla... ed una gioia sentirla parlare. Da cio' che diceva traspariva una mente attenta, intelligenza, curiosita' intellettuale.. educazione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' stato bello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era molto bella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114816957867140101?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114816957867140101/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114816957867140101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114816957867140101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114816957867140101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/scent-of-woman.html' title='Scent of a Woman'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114811413821035334</id><published>2006-05-20T10:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving &amp; Dreaming</title><content type='html'>Poco fa, altrove, ho scritto che sognare e' come amare... e adesso le ripercussioni di questa affermazione mi affollano la testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giorni fa ho scritto, proprio qui, il mio desiderio... smettere di sognare, poiche' ero stanco e deconcentrato. Volevo smettere di amare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono due giorni che i miei sogni sono tornati "normali". Non sono piu' cosi' intensi, non mi tornano in mente tutta la giornata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono davvero libero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114811413821035334?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114811413821035334/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114811413821035334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114811413821035334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114811413821035334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/loving-dreaming.html' title='Loving &amp; Dreaming'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114794737220809456</id><published>2006-05-18T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.811+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Words</title><content type='html'>A volte, in un dialogo, l'assenza di una determinata parola diventa più importante di tutte quelle che invece ci sono. Incredibilmente nonostante tutti vogliano solo farsi capire è come se dire certe parole "pesasse", come se dirle ci rendessi stupidi, o deboli. Come se il non dirle, eliminasse quella voglia di dirle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma è solo uno stupido gioco, che non ha molto senso, dove il premio per la vittoria è un dolore. Voglio parlare, e vorrei che qualcuno si sforzasse di "sentirmi". Ultimamente mi capita spesso di venir frainteso... sono io che parlo in modo "strano"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114794737220809456?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114794737220809456/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114794737220809456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114794737220809456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114794737220809456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/missing-words.html' title='Missing Words'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114787841108594888</id><published>2006-05-17T17:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.754+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despite of You</title><content type='html'>Mi fa sorridere questo infantile modo di voler concludere con un'ultima parola qualcosa che non c'è da tantissimo tempo, e che forse è esistito solo nella mia testa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sai niente delle cose di cui parli, tieniti pure i tuoi segreti, perchè sono l'unica cosa che hai ora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114787841108594888?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114787841108594888/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114787841108594888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114787841108594888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114787841108594888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/despite-of-you.html' title='Despite of You'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114786959463156023</id><published>2006-05-17T14:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.701+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of the Moment</title><content type='html'>Perchè sono così pieno di me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè sono vuoto degli altri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114786959463156023?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114786959463156023/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114786959463156023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114786959463156023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114786959463156023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/spur-of-moment.html' title='Spur of the Moment'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114785935853175503</id><published>2006-05-17T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.645+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom</title><content type='html'>Non sono un tipo affettuoso... almeno, non mi ritengo tale... perchè le mie manifestazioni non vengono quasi mai recepite, o forse non sono palesi come credo. Non importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi è il compleanno di mia madre, e stamane a stento mi ricordavo... maledetti sogni, mi stanno portando via la concentrazione. In ogni caso... tanti auguri mamma, ti voglio bene, davvero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114785935853175503?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114785935853175503/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114785935853175503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114785935853175503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114785935853175503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114785531300179814</id><published>2006-05-17T10:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Una volta tanto mi riferisco ai sogni veri... quelli che riempiono le mie notti da tantissimo tempo ormai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo, so bene cos'è che mi causa tanti e tali sogni, ma perchè ancora non smettono? Non ne posso più. Non mi fanno nemmeno soffrire, non mi fanno del male... ma vorrei smetterla. Perchè deve essere così?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114785531300179814?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114785531300179814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114785531300179814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114785531300179814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114785531300179814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114779601008529983</id><published>2006-05-16T18:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral</title><content type='html'>Domenica scorsa c'è stato il funerale di una mia zia, dopo aver passato un sabato notte poco simpatico... ma non sono qui a sfogarmi, sono qui a dire quel che devo a me stesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oggi ho letto il passo di un libro... e diceva piu' o meno questo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spesso sento uomini e donne che parlano di pena di morte... e sono spesso inorriditi da quest'ultima... e poi penso, per Dio la morte è legge universale, da sempre... perchè dovremmo essere più misericordiosi noi, le sue imperfette creature?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114779601008529983?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114779601008529983/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114779601008529983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114779601008529983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114779601008529983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/funeral.html' title='Funeral'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114777803333824320</id><published>2006-05-16T13:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.479+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotless Thoughts</title><content type='html'>In testa mi passano pensieri che stridono e fanno male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho capito tante di quelle cose. So tante di quelle cose... eppure niente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faccio finta di niente, fingo di non sapere. Ma tanto cosa potrei fare?&lt;br /&gt;E' inutile agire senza uno scopo. Rimane l'amarezza di essere stati usati...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114777803333824320?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114777803333824320/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114777803333824320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114777803333824320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114777803333824320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/spotless-thoughts.html' title='Spotless Thoughts'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28193287.post-114777153322271638</id><published>2006-05-16T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:00:07.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>Perchè esiste questo blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancora non è nato e già me lo chiedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esiste perchè penso di avere qualcosa da dire, e voglio dirlo, ma senza la pretesa di venir compreso, o che sia utile a qualcuno. Prendetelo come un blog inutile... come la finestra di una prigione che affaccia sul cortile, e tutto quello che si puo' osservare sono altri prigionieri che passeggiano o che fumano una sigaretta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28193287-114777153322271638?l=animadellamente.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/feeds/114777153322271638/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28193287&amp;postID=114777153322271638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114777153322271638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28193287/posts/default/114777153322271638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://animadellamente.blogspot.com/2006/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Kyra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01092350481387588694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/26/10030/1024/Kyra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
