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(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benjamin Whichcote&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-7955168620232166770?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7955168620232166770/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=7955168620232166770&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/7955168620232166770" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/7955168620232166770" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2008/04/al-buio.html" title="Al buio" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-8767900661463793218</id><published>2008-01-08T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:03:52.775+01:00</updated><title type="text">Take my hand</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/takemyhand.jpg" title="Take my hand"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/takemyhand.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Touch my skin, and tell me what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and show me where we’re going&lt;br /&gt;Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me, oh tell me what you’re seeing&lt;br /&gt;So sit on top of the world and tell me how you’re feeling&lt;br /&gt;What you feel now is what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and if I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my eyes, they carry your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Watch my lips and hear the words I’m telling you&lt;br /&gt;Give your trust to me and look into my heart and show me, show me what you’re doing&lt;br /&gt;So sit on top of the world and tell me how you’re feeling&lt;br /&gt;What you feel now is what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and if I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, if I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll find that you believe me&lt;br /&gt;You believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you’re thinking&lt;br /&gt;Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and if I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be alone&lt;br /&gt;If I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;Take your time, if I’m lying to you&lt;br /&gt;I know you’ll find that you believe me&lt;br /&gt;You believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Take my hand - &lt;a href="http://www.didomusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Dido&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-8767900661463793218?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8767900661463793218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=8767900661463793218&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8767900661463793218" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8767900661463793218" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/take-my-hand.html" title="Take my hand" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-6312078526838954281</id><published>2008-01-07T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T10:39:21.268+01:00</updated><title type="text">Black Eyed</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/blackeyed.jpg" title="Black Eyed" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/blackeyed.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderlining schizo&lt;br /&gt;And guaranteed to cause a fuss&lt;br /&gt;I was never loyal&lt;br /&gt;Except to my own pleasure zone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderline bipolar&lt;br /&gt;Forever biting on your nuts&lt;br /&gt;I was never grateful&lt;br /&gt;That's why I spend my days alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home, Broken home&lt;br /&gt;Black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never faithful&lt;br /&gt;And I was never one to trust&lt;br /&gt;Borderlining schizo&lt;br /&gt;And guaranteed to cause a fuss&lt;br /&gt;I was never loyal&lt;br /&gt;Except to my own pleasure zone&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;A product of a broken home, Broken home&lt;br /&gt;Black-eyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Black-Eyed - &lt;a href="http://www.placeboworld.co.uk" target="_blank"&gt;Placebo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-6312078526838954281?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6312078526838954281/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=6312078526838954281&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6312078526838954281" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6312078526838954281" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/black-eyed.html" title="Black Eyed" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-2677830283343107409</id><published>2008-01-04T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T20:08:19.482+01:00</updated><title type="text">Love is blindness</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/blindness.jpg" title="Love is blindness" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/blindness.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wrap the night&lt;br /&gt;Around me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a parked car&lt;br /&gt;In a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You see your love&lt;br /&gt;Made complete&lt;br /&gt;Thread is ripping&lt;br /&gt;The knot is slipping&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is clockworks&lt;br /&gt;And cold steel&lt;br /&gt;Fingers too numb to feel&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze the handle&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candle&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wrap the night&lt;br /&gt;Around me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love&lt;br /&gt;Blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little death&lt;br /&gt;Without mourning&lt;br /&gt;No call&lt;br /&gt;And no warning&lt;br /&gt;Baby, a dangerous idea&lt;br /&gt;That almost makes sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is drowning&lt;br /&gt;In a deep well&lt;br /&gt;All the secrets&lt;br /&gt;And no one to tell&lt;br /&gt;Take the money&lt;br /&gt;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Blindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blindness&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wrap the night&lt;br /&gt;Around me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Love is blindness - &lt;a href="http://www.u2.com" target="_blank"&gt;U2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-2677830283343107409?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/2677830283343107409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=2677830283343107409&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/2677830283343107409" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/2677830283343107409" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-is-blindness.html" title="Love is blindness" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-423744960508368459</id><published>2008-01-02T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T20:54:42.606+01:00</updated><title type="text">Vanity Fair</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/vanity-fair.jpg" title="Vanity Fair" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/vanity-fair.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My, oh my, little girl, you should give just what you can.&lt;br /&gt;To the world, to your sisters, to those arms of a loving man,&lt;br /&gt;To your bliss, to your future, to your memories and prayers,&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's cold and it's changing, yeah, this place called&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, oh my, little brother, can I look you in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you're saying is a half remember lie?&lt;br /&gt;Handed down, half forgotten, re-believed and upside down,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure that you get it now you live in Vanity Town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair, where all you gotta do is stare.&lt;br /&gt;Plus you got to play unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So baby lighten up your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Come to Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh father, oh father, you said nothing of this fate.&lt;br /&gt;Now you smile as you sit there and pretend it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;I said why could you not tell me what it was that I would find.&lt;br /&gt;Bt it's alright, I forgive you cos I know how you lost your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair where all you gotta do is stare.&lt;br /&gt;Plus you got to play unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So baby lighten up your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Come to Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now what will we suffer? To what fate will we be forced?&lt;br /&gt;On this path was there no other way we could have got it worse?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I see it now a pageanry that comes to Vanity fair,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sad to say it came too late, and now I just don't care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair, where all you gotta do is stare.&lt;br /&gt;Plus you got to play unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So baby lighten up your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Come to Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Vanity Fair - &lt;a href="http://www.worldparty.net/" target="_blank"&gt;World Party&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(Tattoo art by &lt;a href="http://transtattoo.hu/" target="_blank"&gt;Ernő Silló-Pál&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-423744960508368459?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/423744960508368459/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=423744960508368459&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/423744960508368459" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/423744960508368459" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2008/01/vanity-fair.html" title="Vanity Fair" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-8452576839906180029</id><published>2007-12-21T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:09:19.977+01:00</updated><title type="text">Who am I to disagree?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/who-am-i.jpg" title="Who am I to disagree?" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/sweet-dreams.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Hold your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up, movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Movin' on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to disagree?&lt;br /&gt;Travel the world and the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to use you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to get used by you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to abuse you&lt;br /&gt;Some of them want to be abused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside&lt;br /&gt;Gonna use you and abuse you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know what's inside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Sweet Dreams - &lt;a href="http://www.marilynmanson.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-8452576839906180029?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8452576839906180029/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=8452576839906180029&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8452576839906180029" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8452576839906180029" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/12/who-am-i-to-disagree.html" title="Who am I to disagree?" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-6658947654816623384</id><published>2007-12-17T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:20:05.405+01:00</updated><title type="text">Insensibile come un comò</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/insensibile.jpg" title="Insensibile come un comò" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/everywhen.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your light&lt;br /&gt;Incantations&lt;br /&gt;Struck stars&lt;br /&gt;Like tears fall&lt;br /&gt;The sequence ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtime&lt;br /&gt;God speed&lt;br /&gt;Everywhen&lt;br /&gt;We concede&lt;br /&gt;The sequence ends&lt;br /&gt;And begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;You think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood ties&lt;br /&gt;Blood ties&lt;br /&gt;The sequence ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Everywhen - &lt;a href="http://www.massiveattack.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-6658947654816623384?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6658947654816623384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=6658947654816623384&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6658947654816623384" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6658947654816623384" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/12/insensibile-come-un-com.html" title="Insensibile come un comò" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-7194892244075209799</id><published>2007-12-07T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:46:05.429+01:00</updated><title type="text">Ricordi</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="Ricordi" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/ricordi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/ricordi.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A me ricordi il mare&lt;br /&gt;e non per le vacanze&lt;br /&gt;che abbiamo fatto insieme&lt;br /&gt;Ma per il tuo ondeggiare&lt;br /&gt;tra il gesto di chi afferra&lt;br /&gt;e quello di chi si trattiene&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono validi motivi per cui dovrei evitare di dirtelo&lt;br /&gt;ma dal momento che mi scrivi dirò&lt;br /&gt;che l'ho capito da subito&lt;br /&gt;perché sei?&lt;br /&gt;perché sei tu che quando arrivi sorridi&lt;br /&gt;e a me mi gira benissimo&lt;br /&gt;e sempre tu che se decidi ti giri&lt;br /&gt;e mi pugnali in un attimo&lt;br /&gt;così succede che mi pare che va bene&lt;br /&gt;e invece non va&lt;br /&gt;e se migliora allora peggiorerà&lt;br /&gt;oppure&lt;br /&gt;sono sicuro che va male arrivo di là&lt;br /&gt;e te lo dico tu mi dici "ma va"?&lt;br /&gt;e ancora&lt;br /&gt;a me succede che va bene&lt;br /&gt;e invece non va&lt;br /&gt;e se migliora allora peggiorerà&lt;br /&gt;oppure&lt;br /&gt;sono sicuro che va male arrivo di là&lt;br /&gt;e te lo dico tu mi dici "ti va"?&lt;br /&gt;ma io così non vado avanti&lt;br /&gt;Mi ricordi il mare&lt;br /&gt;non per i riflessi&lt;br /&gt;per il sugo andato a male&lt;br /&gt;il qualunquismo dei discorsi&lt;br /&gt;sotto l'ombrellone&lt;br /&gt;il sudoku che non torna&lt;br /&gt;e quello che era scritto a penna&lt;br /&gt;è già da cancellare&lt;br /&gt;è come l'amore&lt;br /&gt;va di tasca in tasca come l'accendino vuole&lt;br /&gt;ti ritorna quando non hai niente da appicciare&lt;br /&gt;se escludiamo il poco che rimane&lt;br /&gt;ancora ancora ancora&lt;br /&gt;Baci, baci ed abbracci&lt;br /&gt;che diventano lacci&lt;br /&gt;e più diventano stretti&lt;br /&gt;più nascondono impicci&lt;br /&gt;come un cane ti accucci&lt;br /&gt;sui tuoi poveri stracci&lt;br /&gt;e piano piano vai giù&lt;br /&gt;come un programma di Socci&lt;br /&gt;piano piano vai giù&lt;br /&gt;ma poco dopo risorgi&lt;br /&gt;solo che non ti accorgi&lt;br /&gt;dei sorrisi posticci&lt;br /&gt;dei pensieri che scacci&lt;br /&gt;delle cose che lasci&lt;br /&gt;per banali capricci&lt;br /&gt;Mi ricordi il mare&lt;br /&gt;Non per gli ombrelloni&lt;br /&gt;Per la fila in tangenziale&lt;br /&gt;Il malfunzionamento del mio condizionatore&lt;br /&gt;la discesa libera sui sassi senza aver le scarpe&lt;br /&gt;per fare i fricchettoni&lt;br /&gt;Questo è un po' il sapore&lt;br /&gt;del tutto compreso&lt;br /&gt;inclusa la consumazione&lt;br /&gt;io l'ho già bevuta&lt;br /&gt;eppure ho ancora troppa sete&lt;br /&gt;soprattutto quando tu mi uccidi&lt;br /&gt;ancora ancora&lt;br /&gt;Quello di chi si trattiene&lt;br /&gt;a me ricordi il mare&lt;br /&gt;e non per le vacanze&lt;br /&gt;che abbiamo fatto insieme&lt;br /&gt;ma per il tuo ondeggiare&lt;br /&gt;tra il gesto di chi afferra&lt;br /&gt;e quello di chi si trattiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A me ricordi il mare&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.danielesilvestri.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Daniele Silvestri ft. OttoHom&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OabFejjlPDY" target="_blank"&gt;Watch the video here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-7194892244075209799?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/7194892244075209799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=7194892244075209799&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/7194892244075209799" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/7194892244075209799" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/12/ricordi.html" title="Ricordi" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-2041954231394406822</id><published>2007-12-04T11:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T11:16:59.382+01:00</updated><title type="text">I just don't know what to do with myself</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="I just don't know what to do with myself" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/dontknow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/dontknow.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;planning everything for two&lt;br /&gt;doing everything with you&lt;br /&gt;and now that we're through&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;movies only make me sad&lt;br /&gt;parties make me feel as bad&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm not with you&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;needs the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;I need your sweet love&lt;br /&gt;to beat love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;planning everything for two&lt;br /&gt;doing everything with you&lt;br /&gt;and now that we're through&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a summer rose&lt;br /&gt;needs the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;I need your sweet love&lt;br /&gt;to beat love away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;just don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just don't know what to do with myself&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.whitestripes.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsr2GOkX8o8" target="_blank"&gt;Watch the video here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-1072437324871333473</id><published>2007-11-26T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:37:03.859+01:00</updated><title type="text">High</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="High" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/high.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/high.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beautiful dawn - lights up the shore for me.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather wake up and see (with you).&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - I'm just chasing time again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the day when my journey began?&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember the end (of time)?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful dawn - You're just blowing my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.&lt;br /&gt;High; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be my shoulder when I'm grey and older?&lt;br /&gt;Promise me tomorrow starts with you,&lt;br /&gt;Getting high; running wild among all the stars above.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.jamesblunt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m45Xfaew_V0" target="_blank"&gt;Watch the video here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-1072437324871333473?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1072437324871333473/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=1072437324871333473&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1072437324871333473" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1072437324871333473" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/high.html" title="High" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-72635815073476797</id><published>2007-11-20T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T17:26:55.231+01:00</updated><title type="text">Let the children play</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="Let the children play" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/children-play.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/children-play.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let the children have their way&lt;br /&gt;Let the children play&lt;br /&gt;Let the children play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo le digo caballero&lt;br /&gt;Que los ninos le quieren jugar&lt;br /&gt;Ellos tienen que jugar&lt;br /&gt;Ellos tienen que jugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the children play&lt;br /&gt;Ellos tienen que jugar&lt;br /&gt;Ellos tienen que jugar&lt;br /&gt;Let the children play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let the children play&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.santana.com" target="_blank"&gt;Santana&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-72635815073476797?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/72635815073476797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=72635815073476797&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/72635815073476797" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/72635815073476797" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-children-play.html" title="Let the children play" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-6569220988899347824</id><published>2007-11-15T14:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:07:30.936+01:00</updated><title type="text">She's in fashion</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="She's in fashion" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/fashion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/fashion.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She's the face on the radio&lt;br /&gt;She's the body on the morning show&lt;br /&gt;She's there shaking it out on the scene&lt;br /&gt;And she's the colour of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's in fashion&lt;br /&gt;Ouh Ouh Ouh&lt;br /&gt;And she's in fashion&lt;br /&gt;Ouh Ouh Ouh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's employed where the sun don't set&lt;br /&gt;And she's the shape of a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And she's the shake of a tambourine&lt;br /&gt;And she's the colour of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah&lt;br /&gt;And if she tells you two is one&lt;br /&gt;Then two is one my love&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ah&lt;br /&gt;And if she tells you you should know&lt;br /&gt;Then you should know my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is strung out on a TV dream&lt;br /&gt;And she's the taste of the gasoline&lt;br /&gt;And she's as similar as you can get&lt;br /&gt;To the shape of a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine will blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the wind blows my brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's in fashion&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.suede.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Suede&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-6569220988899347824?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/6569220988899347824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=6569220988899347824&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6569220988899347824" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/6569220988899347824" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/shes-in-fashion.html" title="She's in fashion" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-1155813613812599453</id><published>2007-11-12T08:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:47:38.643+01:00</updated><title type="text">Nine million bicycles</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="Nine million bicycles" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/bicycles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/bicycles.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;That's a fact,&lt;br /&gt;It's a thing we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that I will love you till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are twelve billion light years from the edge,&lt;br /&gt;That's a guess,&lt;br /&gt;No-one can ever say it's true&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I will always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warmed by the fire of your love everyday&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me a liar,&lt;br /&gt;Just believe everything that I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six billion people in the world&lt;br /&gt;More or less&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me feel quite small&lt;br /&gt;But you're the one I love the most of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're high on the wire&lt;br /&gt;With the world in our sight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never tire,&lt;br /&gt;Of the love that you give me every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;That's a Fact,&lt;br /&gt;it's a thing we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;Like the fact that I will love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I will love you till I die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nine million bicycles&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.katiemelua.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Katie Melua&lt;/a&gt;) - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTy3WA0Pq8M" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watch the video here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-1155813613812599453?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1155813613812599453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=1155813613812599453&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1155813613812599453" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1155813613812599453" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/nine-million-bicycles.html" title="Nine million bicycles" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-104843452894710787</id><published>2007-11-07T09:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:40:43.373+01:00</updated><title type="text">Somewhere only we know</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="Somewhere only we know" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/somewhere.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/somewhere.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walked across an empty land,&lt;br /&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a fallen tree,&lt;br /&gt;I felt the branches; are they looking at me?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place we used to love?&lt;br /&gt;Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go,&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me when you gonna let me in,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have a minute why don't we go,&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go, so why don't we go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we go, somewhere only we know,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere only we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somewhere only we know  &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.keanemusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Keane&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-104843452894710787?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/104843452894710787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=104843452894710787&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/104843452894710787" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/104843452894710787" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/somewhere-only-we-know.html" title="Somewhere only we know" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-864892079645900219</id><published>2007-11-05T08:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:38:55.474+01:00</updated><title type="text">Running Up</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="Running Up" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/running-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/running.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It doesn't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;You want to feel, how it feels?&lt;br /&gt;You want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;You want to hear about the deal I'm making.&lt;br /&gt;You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;br /&gt;You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I only could,&lt;br /&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;br /&gt;Get him to swap our places,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that building.&lt;br /&gt;If I only could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;But see how deep the bullet lies.&lt;br /&gt;Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.&lt;br /&gt;There's a thunder in our hearts, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much hate for the ones we love?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, we both matter, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;You, (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;br /&gt;You and me (If I only could, be running up that hill)&lt;br /&gt;You and me, won't be unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I only could,&lt;br /&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;br /&gt;And get him to swap our places,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that building.&lt;br /&gt;If I only could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, come on, come on, darling,&lt;br /&gt;Let me steal this moment from you now.&lt;br /&gt;Come on angel, come on, come on, darling,&lt;br /&gt;Let's exchange the experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I only could,&lt;br /&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;br /&gt;And get him to swap our places,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;br /&gt;With no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I only could,&lt;br /&gt;Make a deal with God,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd get him to swap our places,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that road,&lt;br /&gt;Be running up that hill,&lt;br /&gt;With no problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only could, be running up that hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running Up That Hill  &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.placeboworld.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Placebo &lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BZsXVf6INc" target0="" _blank=""&gt;Watch Kate Bush's video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-864892079645900219?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/864892079645900219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=864892079645900219&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/864892079645900219" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/864892079645900219" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/11/running-up.html" title="Running Up" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-5919208926593286338</id><published>2007-10-30T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:59:57.753+01:00</updated><title type="text">No more blue</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img title="No more blue" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/no-more-blue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe id="foto" name="mp3" src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/nomoreblue.mp3" rightmargin="0" leftmargin="0" topmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(No more blue - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.robertociotti.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Roberto Ciotti&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-5919208926593286338?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5919208926593286338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=5919208926593286338&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/5919208926593286338" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/5919208926593286338" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more-blue.html" title="No more blue" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-4105285589503839084</id><published>2007-10-25T10:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:48:11.801+02:00</updated><title type="text">Non sei (la) sola</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/nonseisola.jpg" title="Non sei sola" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/nonseisola.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come il fuoco ridà i contorni del buio come corda che lega ma non stringe più un incontro rapito che fa straripare la mia mente brividi e passioni assolvono le colpe che ho, non andare via rimani qui sta notte non parlare più so cosa pensi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sei sola, cerca dentro te c'è calore come lo vorrei non sei sola sotto la cenere si sta svegliando quel calore ci scotterà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sienti a sula ma nu si sula guarda de intra a tie e poi hai bessire sincera, nu stai a sula nu te sentire sula camina a 'nanzi a mie nu fa' passa' sta sira ca ncete nu calore comu quiddhru ca ulia moi sutta la cinere focu ca ne scarfa se tie oi icinu a mie ieu e tie quai tutti e ddoi nu te sentire sula chiamame' nu me n'au chiui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sei sola....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comu la rocia te lu fuecu ne consumamu ardennu lu core e li pensieri ca tenimu, scarfannu lu tiempu te la notte ca passa chianu chianu l'ecchi su la luce cu ni capimu. E nu c'e' chiu' buju cu ne scunnimu quiddhri ca simu quannu tutti e doi ne amamu te le paure ca tenimu ne spujamu cussi' insieme stu tiempu lu vivimu buenu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca la passione è forte ca ne face mpaccire puru quannu tra nui le cose nu stannu a scire, emozioni ca a parole nu se potenu spiegare se stamu insieme se potenu capire, usandu stu momentu per l'amore facimu te sta notte na notte speciale usandu stu momentu per l'amore uniti intra na sula cosa cu piacere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sei sola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cercame intra lu core ca stau sempre a ddhrai cu cercu calore, quiddhru ca sulamente tie me sai tare quiddhru ca finelmente m' ha fattu capire ca nuddhra distanza ne po' separare, ca se chiutu l'ecchi gia' te possu tuccare e sentu ce provi e ce pueti pensare quannu stai sula cercame intra lu core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non sei sola....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensi di essere sola ma una luce t'illumina il cuore ti dà la forza quando pensi di non poterlo fare scopri di avere un sentimento che come un vento ti trascina via....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Non sei sola (Intra lu core) - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.africaunite.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Africa Unite&lt;/a&gt; ft. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sudsoundsystem.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sud Sound System&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-4105285589503839084?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/4105285589503839084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=4105285589503839084&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/4105285589503839084" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/4105285589503839084" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/non-sei-la-sola.html" title="Non sei (la) sola" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-8556322546291640972</id><published>2007-10-23T11:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:51:33.322+02:00</updated><title type="text">Giocando</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/giocando.jpg" title="Giocando" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/giocando.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E il tessitore chiese: "Parlaci dei Vestiti".&lt;br /&gt;Ed egli rispose:&lt;br /&gt;"I vestiti coprono gran parte della vostra bellezza, eppure non nascondono ciò che non è bello.&lt;br /&gt;E benchè cerchiate nei vestiti un'intima libertà, potreste trovare in essi briglie e catene.&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei che voi incontraste il sole e il vento più con la pelle e meno sul vestito,&lt;br /&gt;Perché il soffio della vita è nella luce del sole, e la mano della vita sta nel vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcuni di voi dicono: "E' il vento del nord che ha tessuto i vestiti che portiamo".&lt;br /&gt;E io vi dico,  si, che è stato il vento del nord,&lt;br /&gt;Ma la vergogna è stato il suo telaio e la mollezza la sua trama.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando fu compiuta la fatica, il vento allora rise in mezzo alla foresta.&lt;br /&gt;E non dimenticate che il pudore è uno scudo contro lo sguardo dell'impuro.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando l'impuro sparirà, cosa mai sarà il pudore se non un vincolo che impiglia la mente?&lt;br /&gt;E non dimenticate che la terra ama sentire il vostro piede nudo e il soffio del vento gode a giocare con i capelli".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("I vestiti" da "Il Profeta" - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kahlil_Gibran" target="_blank"&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(Music by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.orpheusnyc.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Orpheus Chamber Orchestra&lt;/a&gt; - Fauré: Pavane)&lt;br /&gt;(Dress stolen from Monna Lisa, courtesy of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_da_vinci" target="_blank"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-8556322546291640972?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8556322546291640972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=8556322546291640972&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8556322546291640972" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8556322546291640972" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/giocando.html" title="Giocando" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-5639794108653893975</id><published>2007-10-19T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:04:29.698+02:00</updated><title type="text">La sola chiave</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/senzadite.jpg" title="La sola chiave" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/senzadite.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora lo sai cosa farò&lt;br /&gt;Mentre pian piano annodo stretta la mia anima&lt;br /&gt;In questo momento non mi arrenderò&lt;br /&gt;Forse è un inutile spiraglio ma non resta che scegliere&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lentamente&lt;/span&gt; io rivedrò&lt;br /&gt;Come fotografie da un album da dividere&lt;br /&gt;Torto o ragione non esiterà&lt;br /&gt;A vivere ancora di quel sogno che &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;già sembra impossibile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capirai, nel silenzio dell'anima&lt;br /&gt;Tutto il senso di questa mia favola&lt;br /&gt;Anche se tu dimenticherai&lt;br /&gt;Sarà l'unica storia fantastica ma irraggiungibile &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;senza di te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un giorno sai ti penserò&lt;br /&gt;Non passa in fretta il vuoto delle solitudine&lt;br /&gt;Vago nel tempo mi chiederò&lt;br /&gt;Se è solo il segno di un amore che non lascia da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando arrivi sei la mia musica&lt;br /&gt;Non esiste più la noia della città&lt;br /&gt;Rendi l'atmosfera più magica&lt;br /&gt;Sei la sola chiave per uscire da qua&lt;br /&gt;Non mi divido da te ma non mi legherei io sarò su una nuvola&lt;br /&gt;E quando ritornerò giù ti colorerò l'anima&lt;br /&gt;I tuoi occhi grandi come il giorno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il tuo profumo lungo come il tempo&lt;br /&gt;Le tue lacrime senza casa&lt;br /&gt;Le tue arie da fata infinita&lt;br /&gt;Sembra impossibile lasciarmi dietro quello che&lt;br /&gt;Inconfondibile il tuo sguardo perso dentro me&lt;br /&gt;Oltre ogni limite mi hai preso senza alcun perchè&lt;br /&gt;Con questa storia che sarà l'unica senza di te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Senza di te - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.roypaci.it/" target="_blank"&gt;Roy Paci ft. Aretuska&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-5639794108653893975?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/5639794108653893975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=5639794108653893975&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/5639794108653893975" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/5639794108653893975" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-sola-chiave.html" title="La sola chiave" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-8310249788175496786</id><published>2007-10-09T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:20:26.408+02:00</updated><title type="text">Spying Glass</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/spying-glass.jpg" title="Spying Glass" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/spying.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You live in the city&lt;br /&gt;You stay by yourself&lt;br /&gt;You are invite all weakness&lt;br /&gt;Still some people they brand you ya&lt;br /&gt;Just because you are rasta&lt;br /&gt;You move to the country&lt;br /&gt;You live in the hills&lt;br /&gt;You invite all company&lt;br /&gt;When you check it in the new spying glass&lt;br /&gt;They want to know all your business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in the city&lt;br /&gt;You mind your own business&lt;br /&gt;What you see you don't see&lt;br /&gt;But some people they always see&lt;br /&gt;They never mind their own business&lt;br /&gt;You move to the country&lt;br /&gt;You live in the hills&lt;br /&gt;You think you're far from the weak&lt;br /&gt;When you check it in your spying glass&lt;br /&gt;They want to know rasta business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spying Glass!&lt;br /&gt;Spying Glass!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spying Glass - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.massiveattack.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-8310249788175496786?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/8310249788175496786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=8310249788175496786&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8310249788175496786" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/8310249788175496786" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/spying-glass.html" title="Spying Glass" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-3951424489479319687</id><published>2007-10-03T15:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T15:35:34.912+02:00</updated><title type="text">Atom and cell</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/atom-and-cell.jpg" title="Atom and cell" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/atom-and-cell.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her skin was darker than ashes&lt;br /&gt;And she had something to say&lt;br /&gt;Bout being naked to the elements&lt;br /&gt;At the end of yet another day&lt;br /&gt;And the rain on her back that continued to fall&lt;br /&gt;From the bruise of her lips&lt;br /&gt;Swollen, fragile, and small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;A lost foreign currency&lt;br /&gt;Multi-coloured, barely reputable&lt;br /&gt;Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Well she offered you this to do as you pleased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where is the poetry?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t she promise us poetry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease&lt;br /&gt;The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees&lt;br /&gt;The long straight highways from dirt road to tar&lt;br /&gt;Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand&lt;br /&gt;You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry&lt;br /&gt;Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this&lt;br /&gt;In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where are the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t she promise us stars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever be as it was&lt;br /&gt;The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls&lt;br /&gt;Like a poor mans Boltanski&lt;br /&gt;Lost one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell, sell&lt;br /&gt;Bid your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Come, come&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself over&lt;br /&gt;Pushing your consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Deep into every atom and cell,&lt;br /&gt;Sell,&lt;br /&gt;Bid your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Come, come&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself over&lt;br /&gt;Pushing your consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Deep into every atom and cell,&lt;br /&gt;Sell,&lt;br /&gt;Bid your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Come, come&lt;br /&gt;Save yourself&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself over&lt;br /&gt;Pushing your consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Deep into every atom and cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Atom and Cell - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.davidsylvian.com/" target="_blank"&gt;David Sylvian&lt;/a&gt; - Live Roma, 27/09/07)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-3951424489479319687?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3951424489479319687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=3951424489479319687&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3951424489479319687" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3951424489479319687" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/10/atom-and-cell.html" title="Atom and cell" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-3898278107591886300</id><published>2007-09-24T12:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:00:49.286+02:00</updated><title type="text">Damage</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/damage.jpg" title="Damage" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/damage.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say&lt;br /&gt;But these are only words&lt;br /&gt;Now I've only words&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I give you much?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you gave me things&lt;br /&gt;You gave me stars to hold&lt;br /&gt;Songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hurt and I hurt&lt;br /&gt;And the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;You gave me songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;Shadow and sun Earthbound&lt;br /&gt;Starblind Tied to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I stay?&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;So many lives to cross&lt;br /&gt;Well I just had to leave&lt;br /&gt;There goes everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I meet you there?&lt;br /&gt;God knows the place&lt;br /&gt;And I'll touch your hand&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;We only want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;I only want to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hurt and I hurt&lt;br /&gt;And the damage is done&lt;br /&gt;You gave me songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;Shadow and sun Earthbound&lt;br /&gt;starblind Tied to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damage - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.davidsylvian.com/" target="_blank"&gt;David Sylvian&lt;/a&gt;) Live Nakano Sun Plaza Hall 1993&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-3898278107591886300?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3898278107591886300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=3898278107591886300&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3898278107591886300" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3898278107591886300" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/09/damage.html" title="Damage" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-1125820869121364752</id><published>2007-09-20T09:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:32:35.254+02:00</updated><title type="text">Speed of light</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/speed-of-light.jpg" title="Speed of light" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/speedofsound.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How long before I get in&lt;br /&gt;Before it starts before I begin&lt;br /&gt;How long before you decide&lt;br /&gt;Before I know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Where to, where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you never try then you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do I have to climb&lt;br /&gt;Up on the side of this mountain of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look up, I look up at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planets are moving at the speed of light,&lt;br /&gt;Climb up, up in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every chance that you get is a chance you seize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long am I gonna stand&lt;br /&gt;With my head stuck under the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll start before I can stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I see things the right way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that noise and all that sound&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas that you'll never find&lt;br /&gt;All the inventors could never design&lt;br /&gt;The buildings that you put up&lt;br /&gt;Japan and China all lit up&lt;br /&gt;The sign that I couldn't read&lt;br /&gt;or a light, that I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some things you have to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While others are puzzles, puzzling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that noise and all that sound&lt;br /&gt;All those places I got found&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground&lt;br /&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, when you see it then you'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All those signs I knew what they meant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things you can invent&lt;br /&gt;Some get made and some get sent ooh-ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And birds go flying at the speed of sound&lt;br /&gt;To show you how it all began&lt;br /&gt;Birds came flying from the underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could see it then you'd understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when you see it then you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speed of sound - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.coldplay.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;) Watch the video, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iLt1U7A2-s" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-1125820869121364752?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/1125820869121364752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=1125820869121364752&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1125820869121364752" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/1125820869121364752" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/09/speed-of-light.html" title="Speed of light" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24713092.post-3672637412624524068</id><published>2007-09-17T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:40:52.435+02:00</updated><title type="text">Love is a losing game</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/pb/love-is-a-losing-game.jpg" title="Love is a losing game" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.effewebdesigner.com/mp3/losingame.mp3" name="mp3" id="foto" topmargin="0" leftmargin="0" rightmargin="0" frameborder="0" height="17" scrolling="no" width="299"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For you I was a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;Five story fire as you came,&lt;br /&gt;Love is losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One I wish I never played,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a mess we made&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played out by the band,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;More than I could stand,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self professed profound&lt;br /&gt;Til' the chips were down&lt;br /&gt;Know you’re a gambling man&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho' I battled blind,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;Memories mar my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Love it is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over futile odds,&lt;br /&gt;And laughed at by the Gods&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame,&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Love is a losing game - &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amywinehouse.co.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/a&gt;) Watch the video &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=_ds0eIVGHQk&amp;amp;NR=1" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24713092-3672637412624524068?l=fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/feeds/3672637412624524068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24713092&amp;postID=3672637412624524068&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3672637412624524068" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24713092/posts/default/3672637412624524068" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://fiordizuccaphotos.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-is-losing-game.html" title="Love is a losing game" /><author><name>fiordizucca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04779047759301305954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14688579843777206618" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
