<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5665830046819026443</id><updated>2024-09-09T21:34:26.806+02:00</updated><category term="calze"/><category term="collant"/><category term="sexy"/><category term="shopping"/><category term="Byblos"/><category term="Design"/><category term="Leo Buscaglia"/><category term="Marco Mengoni"/><category term="Riviera del Brenta"/><category term="Sanremo"/><category term="Squero di Dolo"/><category term="Storia contemporanea"/><category term="Villa Amistà"/><category term="Ville venete"/><category term="X Faxtor"/><category term="addomesticare"/><category 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term="vole"/><title type='text'>Every Sunset Every Sunrise</title><subtitle type='html'>Ogni giorno è un giorno diverso. &#xa;L&#39;alba è l&#39;inizio e il tramonto è la fine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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Trovate le modalità e il regolamento cliccando &lt;a href=&quot;http://annazigliotto.blogspot.com/2010/06/giveaway-vinci-3-capi-patrizia-pepe-tua.html&quot;&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Buona fortuna a tutti e grazie Anna della bella idea e dell&#39;opportunità!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/3449441040660738/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-concorso-givewaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/3449441040660738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/3449441040660738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/06/il-concorso-givewaway.html' title='Il concorso Givewaway!!!'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-2583410670418143053</id><published>2010-05-09T11:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T11:10:31.302+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="associazione"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="da bere"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="da mangiare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inaugurazione"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intrattenimento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laboratorio bambini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riviera del Brenta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Squero di Dolo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ville venete"/><title type='text'>Un fiume di ville tra Padova e Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iMqqp0zmYVMflikDOt0-gWg6XNCiJKqz60kn5My18r7a4rfMJLWeA1HMdU234U8v2IIg5JxRiwgjWRg5mJ0tNGZOxrXYl_8UPWTZWLXl-f9W4quIE355kMb9yRmyWv_nxvk49_P5dvLq/s1600/bandieradef+el.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iMqqp0zmYVMflikDOt0-gWg6XNCiJKqz60kn5My18r7a4rfMJLWeA1HMdU234U8v2IIg5JxRiwgjWRg5mJ0tNGZOxrXYl_8UPWTZWLXl-f9W4quIE355kMb9yRmyWv_nxvk49_P5dvLq/s400/bandieradef+el.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Finalmente è arrivato il momento di presentare l’ Associazione“&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rivieradelbrenta.biz/?news-ed-eventi&amp;amp;z=5&amp;amp;m=scheda&amp;amp;i=310&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un  fiume di Ville tra Padova e Venezia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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L&#39;inaugurazione si terrà il&amp;nbsp; 13 maggio 2010 alle ore 17.30&amp;nbsp; presso lo Squero di Dolo,&amp;nbsp; in Piazza  Cantiere.&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ci sarà da mangiare, specialità tipiche della Riviera, del buon vino e lo spritz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ci sarà intrattenimento per i bimbi, quindi portateli con Voi, si divertiranno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ci sarà musica e da chiacchierare tanto!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Divulgate l&#39;invito.&lt;br /&gt;
Vi aspettiamo!&lt;br /&gt;
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Eleonora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rivieradelbrenta.biz/&quot;&gt;www.rivieradelbrenta.biz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:associazione@rivieradelbrenta.biz&quot;&gt;associazione@rivieradelbrenta.biz&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2583410670418143053/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-fiume-di-ville-tra-padova-e-venezia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2583410670418143053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2583410670418143053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/05/un-fiume-di-ville-tra-padova-e-venezia.html' title='Un fiume di ville tra Padova e Venezia'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0iMqqp0zmYVMflikDOt0-gWg6XNCiJKqz60kn5My18r7a4rfMJLWeA1HMdU234U8v2IIg5JxRiwgjWRg5mJ0tNGZOxrXYl_8UPWTZWLXl-f9W4quIE355kMb9yRmyWv_nxvk49_P5dvLq/s72-c/bandieradef+el.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-5432717108008534116</id><published>2010-03-21T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:21:26.780+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Byblos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camere lussuose"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Design"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Marco Mengoni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="matrimonio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ristorante"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sanremo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="special event"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storia contemporanea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Villa Amistà"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="X Faxtor"/><title type='text'>Marco a Villa Amistà</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn4pn9UJi8_geATNqIZbIdiyUkTBkVlAnd_V5hWatj1rSDdIExbOm4boeT_CbSrOzcaqqX0OwrrSgVRaGQuSbsTpP73rPwOj3giyEd9Jng-p-ywGyXG1H9EdSaCkdqeKyH5Bb3LkqeJ68/s1600-h/Marco-Mengoni.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;175&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn4pn9UJi8_geATNqIZbIdiyUkTBkVlAnd_V5hWatj1rSDdIExbOm4boeT_CbSrOzcaqqX0OwrrSgVRaGQuSbsTpP73rPwOj3giyEd9Jng-p-ywGyXG1H9EdSaCkdqeKyH5Bb3LkqeJ68/s200/Marco-Mengoni.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.marcomengoni.it/&quot;&gt;Marco Mengoni &lt;/a&gt; è il vincitore di X Factor 2010.&lt;br /&gt;
Vincendo X Factor, Marco ha partecipato di diritto alla Sessantesima Edizione del Festival di Sanremo, nella categoria &#39;Artisti&#39;, interpretando “Credimi ancora”.&lt;br /&gt;
A me lui piace davvero molto. Sia come voce, sia come aspetto, sia per l&#39;ambiguità che gli aleggia intorno.&lt;br /&gt;
La canzone poi è davvero intensa. &lt;br /&gt;
Osservando il &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1D0IfYspbg&quot;&gt;video di &quot;Credimi Ancora&quot;&lt;/a&gt;, ma osservandolo attentamente...ho riconosciuto la location!! Un hotel che io amo moltissimo!&lt;br /&gt;
Non ci sono mai stata, ma spesso e volentieri vado ad ammirarne il sito. Si tratta di &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/&quot;&gt;Byblos Arthotel Villà Amistà &lt;/a&gt;, villa veneta del XVI secolo, hotel di lusso e &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/arte&quot;&gt;mostra permanente &lt;/a&gt;di arte contemporanea.&lt;br /&gt;
All&#39;interno della villa la storia si fonde con la contemporaneità degli arredi interni, frutto del sapiente lavoro del designer Alessandro Mendini, e raccoglie le opere di artisti di fama internazionale.&lt;br /&gt;
Oltre a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/camere&quot;&gt;camere extra lusso&lt;/a&gt; e davvero creative ed originali nell&#39;arredamento, vi è il &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/ristorante&quot;&gt;ristorante&lt;/a&gt;, la &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/spa&quot;&gt;spa&lt;/a&gt; ed è ben organizzato per &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/meeting&quot;&gt;meeting, convegni&lt;/a&gt; e special events come &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.byblosarthotel.com/#/wedding&quot;&gt;matrimoni&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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Se siete curiosi visitate questo meraviglioso Hotel e se avete modo di pernottarvi o di andarci per qualche altro motivo....passate di qua a raccontarmi l&#39;esperienza!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5432717108008534116/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/03/marco-villa-amista.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5432717108008534116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5432717108008534116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/03/marco-villa-amista.html' title='Marco a Villa Amistà'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzn4pn9UJi8_geATNqIZbIdiyUkTBkVlAnd_V5hWatj1rSDdIExbOm4boeT_CbSrOzcaqqX0OwrrSgVRaGQuSbsTpP73rPwOj3giyEd9Jng-p-ywGyXG1H9EdSaCkdqeKyH5Bb3LkqeJ68/s72-c/Marco-Mengoni.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-2776645529391416955</id><published>2010-02-28T10:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:23:48.892+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="addomesticare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="importanza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="piccolo principe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="responsabilità"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rosa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vole"/><title type='text'>da...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJkYy2_J6vJDy9DnCGLfxafLM1pPzgFXaM5x8NkwLmsExTZn799sDCzbUL3O7AdjKqNr71k5PG3ZTZLsmg2wugV89lUKyhFDuM67PEB8GMUtIe8OBQQTBD1j3v_rbGpJd-__jND4Og05b/s1600-h/PiccoloPrincipe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 317px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJkYy2_J6vJDy9DnCGLfxafLM1pPzgFXaM5x8NkwLmsExTZn799sDCzbUL3O7AdjKqNr71k5PG3ZTZLsmg2wugV89lUKyhFDuM67PEB8GMUtIe8OBQQTBD1j3v_rbGpJd-__jND4Og05b/s320/PiccoloPrincipe.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443222394357347218&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna esigere da ciascuno ciò che ciascuno può dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giudicherai te stesso. E&#39; la cosa più difficile. &lt;br /&gt;E molto più difficile giudicare se stessi che gli altri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riusci a giudicarti è segno che sei veramente saggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Che cosa vuol dire addomesticare?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Vuol dire creare dei legami&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Tu finora per me non sei che un ragazzino uguale a centomila ragazzini.&lt;br /&gt;E non ho bisogno di te. &lt;br /&gt;E neppure tu hai bisogno di me. &lt;br /&gt;Io non sono per te che una volpe, uguale a centomila volpi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma se tu mi addomestichi, noi avremo bisogno l&#39;uno dell&#39;altro.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sarai per me unico al mondo, e io sarà per te unica al mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Se tu mi addomestichi, la mia vita sarà com e illuminata.&lt;br /&gt;Conoscerò un rumore di passi che sarà diverso da tutti gli altri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non si vede bene che col cuore.&lt;br /&gt;L&#39;essenziale è invisibile agli occhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; il tempo che hai perduto per la tua rosa che ha fatto la tua rosa così importante.&lt;br /&gt;Tu diventi responsabile per sempre di quello che hai addomesticato.&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei responsabile della tua rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLi occhi sono ciechi.&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna cercare con il cuore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si arrischia di piangere un poco se ci si è lasciati addomesticare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando si arrosisce significa SI, vero?&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; una sfumatura d&#39;acquarello sulle guance, un tocco intimo, impudico e pungente che vale come una conferma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando si è molto tristi si amano i tramonti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fiori sono deboli. Sono ingenui.&lt;br /&gt;Si rassicurano come possono.&lt;br /&gt;Si credono terribili con le loro spine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se qualcuno ama un fiore, di cui esiste un solo esemplare in milioni e milioni di stelle, questo basta a farlo felice quando lo guarda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il paese delle lacrime è così misterioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non ho saputo capire niente allora!&lt;br /&gt;Avrei dovuto giudicarlo dagli altri non dalle parole!&lt;br /&gt;Mi profumava e mi illuminava.&lt;br /&gt;Non avrei mai dovuto vernimene via.&lt;br /&gt;Avrei dovuto indovinare la sua tenerezza dietro le piccole astuzie.&lt;br /&gt;I fiori sono così contradditori!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2776645529391416955/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/02/da.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2776645529391416955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2776645529391416955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/02/da.html' title='da...&lt;Il piccolo principe&gt;'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJkYy2_J6vJDy9DnCGLfxafLM1pPzgFXaM5x8NkwLmsExTZn799sDCzbUL3O7AdjKqNr71k5PG3ZTZLsmg2wugV89lUKyhFDuM67PEB8GMUtIe8OBQQTBD1j3v_rbGpJd-__jND4Og05b/s72-c/PiccoloPrincipe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-5529383907025095386</id><published>2010-02-02T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:16:12.482+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cambiamento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idee"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psicochirugia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psicologia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soluzioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trampolino di lancio"/><title type='text'>Lifting delle idee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Il tuo pensiero fisso: Non so mai decidermi.&lt;br /&gt;Prova a dirti: La mia intelligenza sceglie per me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo pensiero fisso: Non riesco a farmi valere.&lt;br /&gt;Prova a dirti: Sono brava ad evitare i conflitti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo pensiero fisso: Sono sempre stanca.&lt;br /&gt;Prova a dirti: Mi impegno il giusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo pensiero fisso: Do fiducia agli uomini sbagliati.&lt;br /&gt;Prova a dirti: C&#39;è qualcosa di buono in quell&#39;uomo.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rileggendo un vecchio numero della rivista &quot;Per me&quot; che tra l&#39;altro non esiste più, ho trovato questo nr. interessante riguardante il &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;lifting delle idee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di fronte allo scorrere degli eventi e della vita, siamo soliti lasciasci frenare dai nostri pensieri ossessivi e svalutanti.&lt;br /&gt;Convincimenti negativi, pregiudizi, frasi ricorrenti, colpiscono la nostra sicurezza e ci trasmettono un&#39;immagine fissa e sfavorevole della realtà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna imparare a trasformare in nuovi punti di vista le abitudini mentali che ci frenano e penalizzano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usare i dubbi e le incertezze come trampolino di lancio per il cambiamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viene ad esempio suggerito un esercizio di psicochirurgia,come questa pratica viene chiamata; poniamoci la domanda: &quot;cCme posso peggiorare la mia posizione?&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Gli psicologi la considerano la tecnica del paradossale, che consiste nel portare agli estremi una situazione complicata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se si riesce ad immaginare la peggiore delle eventualità è più facile intravedere anche la soluzione! Si pensa che anche Einstein la usasse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per saperne di più cercate questi libri:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* Cambiare Idee di Howard Gardner&lt;br /&gt;* Psicosoluzioni di Giorgio Nardone</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5529383907025095386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifting-delle-idee.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5529383907025095386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5529383907025095386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/02/lifting-delle-idee.html' title='Lifting delle idee'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-7160889380438908716</id><published>2010-01-30T09:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:34:33.515+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="capirsi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leo Buscaglia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rischiare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sperare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vivere"/><title type='text'>Vivere, amare, capirsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDgrudwsdyOa1VJv_kT9qDRSgUpSNmXOJoHWDdV7TvbibzotUXknS6RSbE1_J3dkJLr9v4qbL2HLyNDZilpDhug6z1fiwnqEoiE718CJ-XPkcxpMgj-DCWn21Zhdb4yZMniXNrvtb88tV/s1600-h/abbraccio.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDgrudwsdyOa1VJv_kT9qDRSgUpSNmXOJoHWDdV7TvbibzotUXknS6RSbE1_J3dkJLr9v4qbL2HLyNDZilpDhug6z1fiwnqEoiE718CJ-XPkcxpMgj-DCWn21Zhdb4yZMniXNrvtb88tV/s320/abbraccio.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432448289252395426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;A ridere c&#39;è il rischio di apparire sciocchi; &lt;br /&gt;a piangere c&#39;è il rischio di essere chiamati sentimentali; &lt;br /&gt;a stabilire un contatto con un altro c&#39;è il rischio di farsi coinvolgere; &lt;br /&gt;a mostrare i propri sentimenti c&#39;è il rischio di mostrare il vostro vero io; &lt;br /&gt;a esporre le vostre idee e i vostri sogni c&#39;è il rischio d&#39;essere chiamati ingenui; &lt;br /&gt;Ad amare c&#39;è il rischio di non essere corrisposti; &lt;br /&gt;a vivere c&#39;è il rischio di morire; &lt;br /&gt;a sperare c&#39;è il rischio della disperazione e &lt;br /&gt;a tentare c&#39;è il rischio del fallimento. &lt;br /&gt;Ma bisogna correre i rischi, perché il rischio più grande nella vita è quello di non rischiare nulla. &lt;br /&gt;La persona che non rischia nulla, non è nulla e non diviene nulla. Può evitare la sofferenza e l&#39;angoscia, ma non può imparare a sentire e cambiare e progredire e amare e vivere. Incatenata alle sue certezze, è schiava. &lt;br /&gt;Ha rinunciato alla libertà. &lt;br /&gt;Solo la persona che rischia è veramente libera.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da Vivere, amare, capirsi di Leo Buscaglia.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/7160889380438908716/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/vivere-amare-capirsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/7160889380438908716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/7160889380438908716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/vivere-amare-capirsi.html' title='Vivere, amare, capirsi'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDgrudwsdyOa1VJv_kT9qDRSgUpSNmXOJoHWDdV7TvbibzotUXknS6RSbE1_J3dkJLr9v4qbL2HLyNDZilpDhug6z1fiwnqEoiE718CJ-XPkcxpMgj-DCWn21Zhdb4yZMniXNrvtb88tV/s72-c/abbraccio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-4004210095709291513</id><published>2010-01-28T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:52:36.050+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bambini"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="busta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="regalo"/><title type='text'>Santiago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD12q6r6Hwbiug1DiiYBrINYZoeZN6v2LGIWHz6aG5Az0tn4oZgznbjZLTsgOtELAXcP4n789a57PWn79Yv6psKO4IRO_ULRpd3H4u_aJD0e0zn31uWkD3aYu70DIiUsBawmk1uU4EsiIY/s1600-h/lego.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 230px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD12q6r6Hwbiug1DiiYBrINYZoeZN6v2LGIWHz6aG5Az0tn4oZgznbjZLTsgOtELAXcP4n789a57PWn79Yv6psKO4IRO_ULRpd3H4u_aJD0e0zn31uWkD3aYu70DIiUsBawmk1uU4EsiIY/s320/lego.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431757230164648690&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;E&#39; la storia di Santiago innamorato cotto di una bambina, che abita tanto tanto lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Pensa a lei di continuo e per colmare la sua assenza, ogni giorno le spedisce un piccolo dono, qualcosa di suo a cui tiene e di cui si priva. &lt;br /&gt;Così, via via, mette in una busta un chicco di riso, un biscotto della sua colazione, un pezzetto rosso di Lego, un pennarello giallo, un sasso colorato, una rosa, una coccinella. &lt;br /&gt;Ma nulla gli sembra mai abbastanza.&lt;br /&gt;Ogni giorno la busta è un poco più larga e un poco più pesante, ma sempre troppo piccola per contenere il suo amore.&lt;br /&gt;Arriva il compleanno della bimba e Santiago vuole fare qualcosa di davvero .&lt;br /&gt;speciale.&lt;br /&gt;Ci pensa tanto, giorni e notti,  e pensa-che-ti-ripensa gli viene l&#39;Idea.&lt;br /&gt;Lavora tutte le ore che ha per mettere insieme una busta bianca, enorme, più grande di lui.&lt;br /&gt;Una busta per saltarci dentro e per mandarsi tutto intero all&#39;amata. &lt;br /&gt;E&#39; lui il regalo più bello.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4004210095709291513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/santiago.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4004210095709291513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4004210095709291513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/santiago.html' title='Santiago'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD12q6r6Hwbiug1DiiYBrINYZoeZN6v2LGIWHz6aG5Az0tn4oZgznbjZLTsgOtELAXcP4n789a57PWn79Yv6psKO4IRO_ULRpd3H4u_aJD0e0zn31uWkD3aYu70DIiUsBawmk1uU4EsiIY/s72-c/lego.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-1633828803103255118</id><published>2010-01-24T12:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:22:15.218+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aggressività"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="banalità"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gelosia bramosia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pazzia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possesso"/><title type='text'>Gelosia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL78xiR4bFNbZTx8GAqqsGXcmXsf73Th4_WMAbBkqdvYufQpei_izX6wBetubiMjPEVrO7TdhuS6Rob5ppUtACC-63uaac-i_7Ld0zuo_z1hnzw1piyvphyphenhypheny0q8FjZKPlf5ca464sXPthD/s1600-h/gelosia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL78xiR4bFNbZTx8GAqqsGXcmXsf73Th4_WMAbBkqdvYufQpei_izX6wBetubiMjPEVrO7TdhuS6Rob5ppUtACC-63uaac-i_7Ld0zuo_z1hnzw1piyvphyphenhypheny0q8FjZKPlf5ca464sXPthD/s320/gelosia.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430263343946985570&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come geloso, io soffro quattro volte:&lt;br /&gt;perchè sono geloso,&lt;br /&gt;perchè mi rimprovero di esserlo, &lt;br /&gt;perchè temo che la mia gelosia finisca col ferire l’altro, &lt;br /&gt;perchè mi lascio soggiogare da una banalità: &lt;br /&gt;soffro di essere escluso, di essere aggressivo,&lt;br /&gt;di essere pazzo e di essere come tutti gli altri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland Barthes</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/1633828803103255118/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/gelosia.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/1633828803103255118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/1633828803103255118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/gelosia.html' title='Gelosia'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL78xiR4bFNbZTx8GAqqsGXcmXsf73Th4_WMAbBkqdvYufQpei_izX6wBetubiMjPEVrO7TdhuS6Rob5ppUtACC-63uaac-i_7Ld0zuo_z1hnzw1piyvphyphenhypheny0q8FjZKPlf5ca464sXPthD/s72-c/gelosia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-8323291659160209184</id><published>2010-01-20T15:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T16:06:23.227+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dialetto veneto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="riforma scolastica"/><title type='text'>Dialetto veneto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQ6lyRYCb1HmWrumvq2KO1y0a-87rcpQw5G6YYAkqfpOAVFchZCylLXd4sHshDmQwM6ki770VEppFw1ezwxLZnPw2ha6FjtFy_LrUNy21c0vwfUAGcPHMl1jRy5Oo_KHa1tiGI5K9wmA3/s1600-h/dialetto.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQ6lyRYCb1HmWrumvq2KO1y0a-87rcpQw5G6YYAkqfpOAVFchZCylLXd4sHshDmQwM6ki770VEppFw1ezwxLZnPw2ha6FjtFy_LrUNy21c0vwfUAGcPHMl1jRy5Oo_KHa1tiGI5K9wmA3/s320/dialetto.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428835960542033170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando un veneto parla, si capisce di dov&#39;è immediatamente. Il nostro accento è inconfondibile, e pare piaccia, anche se sinceramente a noi veneti vengono i brividi sentirci parlare in giro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; importante saper parlare bene l&#39;italiano fin da piccoli. Perchè crescere in una famiglia dove si parla solo dialetto, può rendere difficoltoso l&#39;apprendimento della nostra lingua madre, quella che ci porta in giro per il mondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E i dialetti? in disuso?? Pare di si. Si parla sempre meno veneziano,padovano, veronese..e così via. Ed è un peccato davvero. Perchè il dialetto è storia, è usi e costumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative? perchè non insegnarlo a scuola? perchè non dedicare un&#39;ora a settimana a coltivare la lingua che per tanti anno era l&#39;unica utilizzata in zona? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare che ci sia stata una proposta del genere nel padovano, ma abbia creato difficoltà e polemica.&lt;br /&gt;Un&#39;insegnante ha dato da fare per casa la traduzione di una poesia in dialetto veneto. E il compito ha creato non pochi scompigli perchè i genitori  non l&#39;hanno presa come una lezione di &quot;riscoperta delle culture locali&quot; ma come  frutto della recente riforma scolastica. E quindi si sono riuniti in gruppo per protestare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè quando c&#39;è una bella iniziativa che può niente altro che giovare ai bimbi e magari far sorridere i genitori, la cosa viene vista dal punto di vista politico??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove andremo a finire?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8323291659160209184/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dialetto-veneto.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/8323291659160209184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/8323291659160209184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dialetto-veneto.html' title='Dialetto veneto'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQ6lyRYCb1HmWrumvq2KO1y0a-87rcpQw5G6YYAkqfpOAVFchZCylLXd4sHshDmQwM6ki770VEppFw1ezwxLZnPw2ha6FjtFy_LrUNy21c0vwfUAGcPHMl1jRy5Oo_KHa1tiGI5K9wmA3/s72-c/dialetto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-4577102586793603044</id><published>2010-01-16T14:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:49:47.742+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bellezza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calze"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensualità"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sofferenza"/><title type='text'>Dilemma #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepawGyCWgtk38shEN7OGOgdgrTf-fkMmuB7Z259wYDO6JjLqThgcoTbGYEVtMg9dtbZKBafVUCynyDyy1U1jYDGcqyTVcnGSXR3PSNGveK6Sn0Yb2wuJr8PBkZJcQdtYPPlItJTfouSgV/s1600-h/Tiki.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepawGyCWgtk38shEN7OGOgdgrTf-fkMmuB7Z259wYDO6JjLqThgcoTbGYEVtMg9dtbZKBafVUCynyDyy1U1jYDGcqyTVcnGSXR3PSNGveK6Sn0Yb2wuJr8PBkZJcQdtYPPlItJTfouSgV/s320/Tiki.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427334476157149282&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E... meglio le calze o i collant? cosa preferiscono le donne?? Con cosa si trovano meglio addosso?&lt;br /&gt;E gli uomini cosa preferiscono trovare?&lt;br /&gt;Io personalmente uso i collant ma con le gonne, non riesco con i pantaloni.&lt;br /&gt;E in occasioni speciali le calze!!! &lt;br /&gt;Calze siliconate perchè altrimenti se non hanno la parte con il silicone, mi cadono continuamente giù..e sai che sexy..a tirar su sempre la calza che scende...?&lt;br /&gt;Le calze sono davvero un indumento sensuale. E anche pratico direi...&lt;br /&gt;D&#39;inverno fa un freddo portarle ma mi pare che sia un detto da qualche parte...che se bella (in questo caso sexy) vuoi apparite, un poco devi soffrire...no?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4577102586793603044/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4577102586793603044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4577102586793603044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma-2.html' title='Dilemma #2'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepawGyCWgtk38shEN7OGOgdgrTf-fkMmuB7Z259wYDO6JjLqThgcoTbGYEVtMg9dtbZKBafVUCynyDyy1U1jYDGcqyTVcnGSXR3PSNGveK6Sn0Yb2wuJr8PBkZJcQdtYPPlItJTfouSgV/s72-c/Tiki.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-5128842894062487422</id><published>2010-01-16T14:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:34:53.691+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bon ton"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calze"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gambe nude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pelle chiara"/><title type='text'>Dilemma #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2GHChLz8hmjd2wujcXgMM5HL0zIC3On3C1FglXzaM3PaX6eJBZ3s5SeH6AQstUxEP9zm-SFYJRywK2zxgw2QdzWat8L4H4cSXgGLGKRFa3U-uGr_lYx8X6n39rIA98n64kPUls0u2UXD/s1600-h/gambe.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2GHChLz8hmjd2wujcXgMM5HL0zIC3On3C1FglXzaM3PaX6eJBZ3s5SeH6AQstUxEP9zm-SFYJRywK2zxgw2QdzWat8L4H4cSXgGLGKRFa3U-uGr_lYx8X6n39rIA98n64kPUls0u2UXD/s320/gambe.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427330569615418818&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bisogno di pareri.&lt;br /&gt;In ambienti molto formali, magari persino chic, una donna in gonna può avere le gambe nude? Magari non abbronzate, quindi bianche come il latte?&lt;br /&gt;O l&#39;uso delle calze o dei collant...è necessario per il bon ton?&lt;br /&gt;Però...preferirei risposte in base ai gusti personali.&lt;br /&gt;Non in base all&#39;educazione o al galateo...&lt;br /&gt;Che dite??&lt;br /&gt;Con o senza?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/5128842894062487422/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5128842894062487422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/5128842894062487422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/dilemma-1.html' title='Dilemma #1'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2GHChLz8hmjd2wujcXgMM5HL0zIC3On3C1FglXzaM3PaX6eJBZ3s5SeH6AQstUxEP9zm-SFYJRywK2zxgw2QdzWat8L4H4cSXgGLGKRFa3U-uGr_lYx8X6n39rIA98n64kPUls0u2UXD/s72-c/gambe.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-6679883331012366449</id><published>2010-01-05T16:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:34:13.040+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bugie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fraintendimento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verità"/><title type='text'>Bugie</title><content type='html'>A volte dire bugie, certe bugie, è una necessità.&lt;br /&gt;Sono una sorte di bugie bianche, che non fanno male, che non nuociono davvero, ma che ti permettono di continuare a vivere un momento, di essere te stessa, di crearti un pò di spazio da qualche parte.&lt;br /&gt;Se vieni però fraintesa, è la fine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6679883331012366449/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/bugie.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/6679883331012366449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/6679883331012366449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/bugie.html' title='Bugie'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-6201805403191212646</id><published>2010-01-04T10:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:16:09.819+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cattivo umore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fame"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grigio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nervoso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sole"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="splendere"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacanza"/><title type='text'>Il lunedi</title><content type='html'>E&#39; il primo lunedi dell&#39;anno.&lt;br /&gt;Tanti sono ancora in vacanza.&lt;br /&gt;Tanti hanno cominciato a lavorare.&lt;br /&gt;Se ci fosse il sole sarebbe tutto molto più semplice.&lt;br /&gt;Ma questo grigio...ti penetra le viscere.&lt;br /&gt;Nervosismo.&lt;br /&gt;Mal stare.&lt;br /&gt;Fame. Fame nervosa e voglia di cose dolci.&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; difficile sorridere con una giornata così.&lt;br /&gt;E&#39; difficile affrontare incontri con serenità.&lt;br /&gt;Speriamo che succeda qualcosa di carino.&lt;br /&gt;Così che...il grigio se ne va da dentro, e uno spiraglio di sole..riscalda.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/6201805403191212646/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/il-lunedi.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/6201805403191212646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/6201805403191212646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2010/01/il-lunedi.html' title='Il lunedi'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-2545026099292914502</id><published>2009-12-31T14:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:12:59.954+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anno nuovo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="auguri"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buoni propositi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dimagrire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fare soldi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><title type='text'>Anno vecchio. Anno nuovo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Niente buoni propositi. &lt;br /&gt;Ho già smesso da un pò di farli. &lt;br /&gt;L&#39;ultimo giorno dell&#39;anno deve assolutamente essere libero di qualsiasi pensiero.&lt;br /&gt;Non faccio i buoni propositi perchè deludo continuamente me stessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Devo dimagrire. &lt;br /&gt;Devo fare i muscoli, devo correre più spesso.&lt;br /&gt;Devo vedere e dedicarmi di più alla mia famiglia.&lt;br /&gt;Devo viaggiare di più.&lt;br /&gt;Guadagnare di più.&lt;br /&gt;Prendermi del tempo libero per coltivare le mie passioni.&lt;br /&gt;Devo fare più soldi o comprarmi meno scarpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni volta non ne combino una. &lt;br /&gt;Quindi al trentuno del dodici con la resa dei conti rimangono sconcertata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niente propositi perchè se durante un anno raggiungo degli obiettivi, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;dimagrisco, faccio un corso, guadagno più soldi, COMPRO PIU&#39; SCARPE di quelle previste, riesco a correre con costanza, amo di più, eccettera eccetera.. &lt;/span&gt;,il resoconto a fine anno sarà positivo. &lt;br /&gt;Bilancio tutto in PIU&#39; perchè nulla nella mia vita era in programma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna pensarle tutte per vivere ogni momento in positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E con questo...ci sentiamo domani, se riesco.&lt;br /&gt;L&#39;hotel è al completo, c&#39;è da fare oggi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma un attimo solo per gli auguri magari lo ricavo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stasera dovrà essere una serata serena. &lt;br /&gt;Non importa divertirsi a tutto andare. &lt;br /&gt;Basta mangiare bene, scambiare delle sane chiacchiere, brindare l&#39;arrivo del nuovo anno con la coca cola (sono astemia!) con le persone a cui vuoi bene, proteggere Lilly dal rumore dei botti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E andare a letto, solo con la speranza che i sogni (non i buoni propositi) l&#39;anno nuovo mi aiuti a realizzarli.&lt;br /&gt;Buona fine.&lt;br /&gt;Ele&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2545026099292914502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/anno-vecchio-anno-nuovo.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2545026099292914502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2545026099292914502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/anno-vecchio-anno-nuovo.html' title='Anno vecchio. Anno nuovo'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-8550770906677935728</id><published>2009-12-13T21:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:06:57.139+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creatività"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curriculum vitae"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lavoro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="originalità"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrittura"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="standard"/><title type='text'>Curriculum vitae</title><content type='html'>Tutto è molto più facile ora.&lt;br /&gt;Per trovare lavoro ci sono mille e più risorse.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sono uscita io dalle superiori, nel 1993, non avevo nessuno che mi potesse aiutare e  non avevo la più pallida idea di come scrivere il mio curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;Nonnino aveva lavorato per tanti anni all&#39;anagrafe del comune e oltrettutto aveva scritto in gioventù pezzi per il Gazzettino; chi meglio di lui, appassionato di scrittura poteva aiutarmi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macchina da scrivere degli anni &#39;70, tanti fogli buttati causa errori di battuta.&lt;br /&gt;E lui che dettava.&lt;br /&gt;...a vederlo oggi quel mio cv striminzito, fa sorridere  e non poco.&lt;br /&gt;Comincia con un Pregiatissimo, Illustrissimo...Sig, Direttore, Presidente, Titolare.&lt;br /&gt;E finisce con Ossequi saluti.&lt;br /&gt;Sfido io che non mi ha mai chiamata nessuno e sono finita a lavare piatti in una pizzeria seppur con un diploma di Perito per il Turismo in tasca.&lt;br /&gt;Probabilmente con tutti quei paroloni sono stata registrata come una lecchina..:)&lt;br /&gt;Le cose sono migliorate con gli anni.&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum  ne ho scritte tantissimi.&lt;br /&gt;Lavori ne ho cambiati parecchi.&lt;br /&gt;E me li sono sempre scelti.&lt;br /&gt;E ora a 35 anni il cv almeno per un pò di anni non lo invierò più, piuttosto li leggerò e li valuterò.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro i cv originali, non standard. Le persone creative e bizzarre che sanno attirare l&#39;attenzione.&lt;br /&gt;Che dimostrano quello che sanno fare, la loro dialettica, e la loro preparazione anche solo scrivendo un curriculum vitae.&lt;br /&gt;E navigando un pò mi sono imbattuta in questi due siti che vi propongo.&lt;br /&gt;se state cercando un lavoro, o volete cambiarlo magari qui trovate dei buoni suggerimenti o un&#39;ottima via.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jobangels.it&quot;&gt;www.jobangels.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.uannabe.com&quot;&gt;www.uannabe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice evening everyone!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/8550770906677935728/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/curriculum-vitae.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/8550770906677935728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/8550770906677935728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/curriculum-vitae.html' title='Curriculum vitae'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-4836495275330924904</id><published>2009-12-12T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:46:34.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibrazioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHctLac0H17w092irUyHGoTN6-GJd0rjiJmEAIEtN_cWzJVuZCYoLnX5iwL7F_DdsSqOLID_eBUln0O65ily7ZY_zheqsMSa5y6ODMvCaZeHb-Z4Sz0we8PkgkPFIkZtw0DwYhHhUh_1U/s1600-h/vibrazioni.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHctLac0H17w092irUyHGoTN6-GJd0rjiJmEAIEtN_cWzJVuZCYoLnX5iwL7F_DdsSqOLID_eBUln0O65ily7ZY_zheqsMSa5y6ODMvCaZeHb-Z4Sz0we8PkgkPFIkZtw0DwYhHhUh_1U/s320/vibrazioni.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414330199364910594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei il vento,&lt;br /&gt;Sei l&#39;onda,&lt;br /&gt;Sei il fuoco,&lt;br /&gt;Sei tutte le vibrazioni dell&#39;Universo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.K.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/4836495275330924904/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/vibrazioni.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4836495275330924904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/4836495275330924904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/vibrazioni.html' title='Vibrazioni'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHctLac0H17w092irUyHGoTN6-GJd0rjiJmEAIEtN_cWzJVuZCYoLnX5iwL7F_DdsSqOLID_eBUln0O65ily7ZY_zheqsMSa5y6ODMvCaZeHb-Z4Sz0we8PkgkPFIkZtw0DwYhHhUh_1U/s72-c/vibrazioni.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-383802468345748100</id><published>2009-12-11T15:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:44:31.413+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="capire"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="collo del piede"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="curve"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="donne"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mamme"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personalità"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="protagonista"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rossetto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="schiena"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sguardi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smalto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="studiare"/><title type='text'>Curve delle donne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4uUsZQwCozysDjMFhJVRzLLPPlnIEGcDw4lXtBpr_xuX5a1qx-5d4tmZQ_Cuig9q22P_mRUqRNDsS-XTZeKXyx_y2RGzWXXn2KvFJUD2bHNK4yfrJZmMTx_Qoz8XMcFISd5L48ai2gbk/s1600-h/marilyn.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 279px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4uUsZQwCozysDjMFhJVRzLLPPlnIEGcDw4lXtBpr_xuX5a1qx-5d4tmZQ_Cuig9q22P_mRUqRNDsS-XTZeKXyx_y2RGzWXXn2KvFJUD2bHNK4yfrJZmMTx_Qoz8XMcFISd5L48ai2gbk/s320/marilyn.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413989513761770834&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono attratta dalle &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;donne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Non fraintendemi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacciono si, ma &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;non&lt;/span&gt; sessualmente.&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace guardarle, studiarle, capirle, imitarle.&lt;br /&gt;La curva della &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;schiena&lt;/span&gt;, il &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;décolette&lt;/span&gt;, il &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;collo del piede&lt;/span&gt; dentro un sandalo altissimo, il modo di vestire, di abbinare i colori, gli accessori, lo smalto con il rossetto.&lt;br /&gt;Capelli sempre in ordine che io non ho mai.&lt;br /&gt;Sculettamenti. Camminate aggraziate.&lt;br /&gt;Sguardi sicuri e sexy, o timidi e confusi.&lt;br /&gt;Mamme agghindatissime, o donne neutre, a cui non daresti nemmeno un centesimo, ma magari dietro l&#39;apparenza scialba sono donne fortissime, in gamba e con una tosta personalità.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le donne mi piacciono per confrontarmi, migliorarmi, insomma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma con le donne ci sto poco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perchè siamo fatte così noi, tanto solidali l&#39;una con l&#39;altra quanto agguerrite per il ruolo da protagonista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le guardo però.&lt;br /&gt;Da lontano.&lt;br /&gt;Sicuro.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/383802468345748100/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/curve-delle-donne.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/383802468345748100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/383802468345748100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/curve-delle-donne.html' title='Curve delle donne'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4uUsZQwCozysDjMFhJVRzLLPPlnIEGcDw4lXtBpr_xuX5a1qx-5d4tmZQ_Cuig9q22P_mRUqRNDsS-XTZeKXyx_y2RGzWXXn2KvFJUD2bHNK4yfrJZmMTx_Qoz8XMcFISd5L48ai2gbk/s72-c/marilyn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-2874214894008078773</id><published>2009-12-09T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:35:31.477+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="affetto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consulente aziendale"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creare siti web"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dubbi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fratelli"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giocattoli"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interrogare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="libri"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lottare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="posta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risolvere"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sexy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping"/><title type='text'>Impegno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Alla &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Veritas &lt;/span&gt;per una perdita d&#39;acqua.&lt;br /&gt;Risolto nulla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Dal&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; consulente aziendale &lt;/span&gt;a parlare d&#39;affari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Andata bene, lotterà per me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;In &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;posta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Innervosita con l&#39;impiegata, non hanno mai voglia di fare un emerito c..avolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ma arrabbiarsi con quella gente li non serve a nulla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A fare un pò di &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;shopping natalizio&lt;/span&gt;...relax puro per un&#39;oretta...un libro di astrologia femminile (una novità - me lo farò prestare), dei libri per bambini, un puzzle di Winnie de Pooh...e una camicia sexy, che avrei voluto comprare per me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;E via di corsa &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;al lavoro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ma...di lavoro ne ho svolto ben poco oggi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ho aiutato il &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;fratellino&lt;/span&gt; a sbrigare un pò di cose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Mi ha fatto bene star con lui un pò.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Credo che..gli affetti vadano curati con costanza e debbano avere priorità su tutto.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E specialmente se si può.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ora mi spettano due ore interessanti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Corso per imparare a creare pagine e siti web&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5a lezione. mi diverto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Il dubbio è solo uno: riuscirò a mettere in pratica??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Interrogatemi...quindi :)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2874214894008078773/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/impegno.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2874214894008078773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2874214894008078773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/impegno.html' title='Impegno'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665830046819026443.post-2955927297042851110</id><published>2009-12-08T17:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:34:35.213+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alba"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chiedere"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contemplare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasticare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fermarsi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="immaginare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inizio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ricordare"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tramonto"/><title type='text'>Spiegazione</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ogni  giorno è un giorno diverso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;L&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; è l&#39;inizio e il &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;tramonto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; è la fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Colori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; che si infrangono,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; immagini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;che si stampano nella mente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;nuvole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt; che si rincorrono, e cambiano fisionomia e aspetto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;che in ogni suo tramonto e in ogni sua alba emoziona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Leggo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;qualcosa che mi riguarda, in quei cieli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Fantastico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Ricordo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Immagino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Prego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Chiedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Contemplo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;E se posso, mi fermo e …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;fotografo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/feeds/2955927297042851110/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/spiegazione.html#comment-form' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2955927297042851110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665830046819026443/posts/default/2955927297042851110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everysunseteverysunrise.blogspot.com/2009/12/spiegazione.html' title='Spiegazione'/><author><name>Eleonora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335330768430437135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYW-bKdVkvkeLwzAqW3_ShTcMX_UhuQCTtuGMNBMirH5PPhof7Cueh5OLEXMu68XTyUvhlLvmrOq5c3Ae8izQn2wtozUUk5dNxdRKVYNkuL7R2ijPgFlwQ0X1Zlze1w/s220/io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>