<?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-28026824</id><updated>2026-03-18T12:00:34.183+01:00</updated><category term="Riflessioni"/><category term="Chiacchere"/><category term="Personali"/><category term="Esperienze di vita"/><category term="Sfoghi"/><category term="Curiosità"/><category term="cose intellligenti"/><category term="Cultura"/><category term="fotografia"/><category term="iniziative"/><category term="politica sociale"/><category term="sport"/><category term="volontariato"/><category term="Carnevale"/><category term="la sfiga"/><category term="Libri"/><category term="amore"/><category term="indovinelli"/><category term="Amicizia"/><category term="volontari"/><title type='text'>VOGLIA DI MARE</title><subtitle type='html'>.....dirò levate l&#39;ancora,&#xa; avanti tutta,&#xa;  questa è la rotta,&#xa;   questa è la direzione, &#xa;    questa è la decisione!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>354</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-1254795832486151406</id><published>2026-03-18T11:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2026-03-18T12:00:33.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La felicità</title><content type='html'>&lt;p data-end=&quot;285&quot; data-start=&quot;122&quot;&gt;Leggendo questa frase di &lt;strong data-end=&quot;196&quot; data-start=&quot;155&quot;&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br data-end=&quot;200&quot; data-start=&quot;197&quot; /&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;285&quot; data-start=&quot;200&quot;&gt;“chiediti cosa ti rende felice e poi fallo. Il mondo ha bisogno di persone felici.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;336&quot; data-start=&quot;287&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mi accorgo che non è così semplice come sembra.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;571&quot; data-start=&quot;338&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;La vita, a volte, si complica più del necessario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Anche lo stare insieme agli altri diventa difficile, raro… quasi sempre legato a qualcosa, a un motivo, a un perché da spiegare. Come se non bastasse più semplicemente stare bene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;669&quot; data-start=&quot;573&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E invece io sento il bisogno di tornare a qualcosa di diverso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Di più semplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Di più vero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;669&quot; data-start=&quot;573&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A quei momenti in cui non devo dimostrare niente, in cui posso essere come sono, senza filtri, senza dovermi adattare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;974&quot; data-start=&quot;671&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Con i miei pregi, i miei difetti… ma con rispetto, con leggerezza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Con quella piacevolezza che nasce quando qualcuno ti guarda e ti accoglie per quello che sei, senza condizioni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1082&quot; data-start=&quot;976&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Forse è questa la felicità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Non qualcosa di grande o lontano, ma qualcosa che accade nelle cose piccole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1262&quot; data-start=&quot;1084&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;È un dolce che mi piace davvero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;È una passeggiata in un posto che sento mio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;È un libro che mi prende e mi porta via.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;È il silenzio mentre creo, mentre semplicemente sono.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;






&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1385&quot; data-start=&quot;1264&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Allora parto da qui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Mi chiedo cosa mi rende felice… e provo ad avere il coraggio di crearlo, senza complicarlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/1254795832486151406/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/1254795832486151406' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/1254795832486151406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/1254795832486151406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2026/03/leggendo-questa-frase-di-antoine-de.html' title='La felicità'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-4127015998085227321</id><published>2026-03-01T09:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2026-03-01T17:06:52.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Riflessioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;La mia&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;161&quot; data-start=&quot;140&quot;&gt;stanchezza morale&lt;/strong&gt;. Non è debolezza. È il peso di vedere continuamente conflitto, sopraffazione, urla che sostituiscono il dialogo, potere che schiaccia invece di custodire.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;583&quot; data-start=&quot;318&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Viviamo in un’epoca in cui l’esposizione continua a guerre, violenze, scontri politici amplifica la percezione di caos. Il cervello non distingue tra ciò che accade lontano e ciò che accade vicino: reagisce comunque con allerta, paura, rabbia. È una risposta umana.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;633&quot; data-start=&quot;585&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Un pensiero mi assale:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;683&quot; data-start=&quot;634&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;683&quot; data-start=&quot;636&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“poco a poco si diventa violenti senza saperlo”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;828&quot; data-start=&quot;685&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;È vero. La violenza non nasce sempre come gesto fisico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Nasce come irrigidimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Come chiusura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Come perdita di fiducia nel confronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;959&quot; data-start=&quot;830&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E questo è il rischio più grande: non la guerra lontana, ma la &lt;strong data-end=&quot;958&quot; data-start=&quot;893&quot;&gt;normalizzazione del conflitto come unico linguaggio possibile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1142&quot; data-start=&quot;961&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Esiste una possibilità di non lasciarsi sopraffare la riflessione.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Chi riflette non è ancora intossicato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Chi si interroga non ha perso il senso del giusto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1352&quot; data-start=&quot;1144&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;C’è una frase di &lt;span class=&quot;hover:entity-accent entity-underline inline cursor-pointer align-baseline&quot;&gt;Hannah Arendt&lt;/span&gt; che dice che il male spesso nasce dalla mancanza di pensiero, dall’incapacità di fermarsi a interrogarsi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1517&quot; data-start=&quot;1354&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Forse il punto non è trovare senso negli eventi — perché alcune cose non hanno senso —&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;ma scegliere &lt;strong data-end=&quot;1491&quot; data-start=&quot;1456&quot;&gt;che senso vogliamo generare noi&lt;/strong&gt; davanti a ciò che accade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1724&quot; data-start=&quot;1519&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In un mondo che alza la voce, restare nel dialogo è un atto rivoluzionario.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In un mondo che impone, scegliere l’ascolto è forza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In un mondo che genera paura, coltivare relazioni sane è responsabilità.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1846&quot; data-start=&quot;1726&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Non possiamo controllare le guerre. Non possiamo zittire i politici che urlano. Non possiamo impedire ogni violenza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1906&quot; data-start=&quot;1848&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Ma possiamo scegliere di non diventare ciò che ci ferisce.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1964&quot; data-start=&quot;1908&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;E forse la vera domanda non è:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Che mondo è questo?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2025&quot; data-start=&quot;1966&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Ma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Che mondo voglio generare nel mio spazio di azione?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2388&quot; data-is-last-node=&quot;&quot; data-is-only-node=&quot;&quot; data-start=&quot;2296&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Questa mia inquietudine è segno che sono ancora profondamente umana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/4127015998085227321/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/4127015998085227321' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4127015998085227321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4127015998085227321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2026/03/la-mia-stanchezza-morale.html' title='Riflessioni'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-8711424611004664369</id><published>2026-02-28T18:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2026-02-28T18:33:26.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritorno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;relative basis-auto flex-col -mb-(--composer-overlap-px) [--composer-overlap-px:28px] grow flex&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex flex-col text-sm pb-25&quot;&gt;&lt;article class=&quot;text-token-text-primary w-full focus:outline-none [--shadow-height:45px] has-data-writing-block:pointer-events-none has-data-writing-block:-mt-(--shadow-height) has-data-writing-block:pt-(--shadow-height) [&amp;amp;:has([data-writing-block])&amp;gt;*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]&quot; data-scroll-anchor=&quot;true&quot; data-testid=&quot;conversation-turn-2&quot; data-turn-id=&quot;request-WEB:68e5b3dc-468f-4208-8d04-d1f6528cc447-0&quot; data-turn=&quot;assistant&quot; dir=&quot;auto&quot; tabindex=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text-base my-auto mx-auto pb-10 [--thread-content-margin:--spacing(4)] @w-sm/main:[--thread-content-margin:--spacing(6)] @w-lg/main:[--thread-content-margin:--spacing(16)] px-(--thread-content-margin)&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;[--thread-content-max-width:40rem] @w-lg/main:[--thread-content-max-width:48rem] mx-auto max-w-(--thread-content-max-width) flex-1 group/turn-messages focus-visible:outline-hidden relative flex w-full min-w-0 flex-col agent-turn&quot; tabindex=&quot;-1&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex max-w-full flex-col grow&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;min-h-8 text-message relative flex w-full flex-col items-end gap-2 text-start break-words whitespace-normal [.text-message+&amp;amp;]:mt-1&quot; data-message-author-role=&quot;assistant&quot; data-message-id=&quot;ad93da17-9a11-48a9-9c95-12de745adb77&quot; data-message-model-slug=&quot;gpt-5-2&quot; dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex w-full flex-col gap-1 empty:hidden first:pt-[1px]&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;markdown prose dark:prose-invert w-full wrap-break-word light markdown-new-styling&quot;&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;576&quot; data-start=&quot;424&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Sono passati silenziosi e rumorosi insieme,&lt;br data-end=&quot;470&quot; data-start=&quot;467&quot; /&gt;hanno portato tempeste e approdi,&lt;br data-end=&quot;506&quot; data-start=&quot;503&quot; /&gt;strade chiuse e sentieri che non avevo mai immaginato di percorrere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;754&quot; data-start=&quot;578&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;La vita ha cambiato direzione più volte,&lt;br data-end=&quot;621&quot; data-start=&quot;618&quot; /&gt;mi ha tolto certezze per insegnarmi profondità,&lt;br data-end=&quot;671&quot; data-start=&quot;668&quot; /&gt;mi ha fatto lasciare luoghi conosciuti&lt;br data-end=&quot;712&quot; data-start=&quot;709&quot; /&gt;per farmi abitare spazi interiori nuovi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;927&quot; data-start=&quot;756&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Ma ogni svolta ha inciso qualcosa dentro di me,&lt;br data-end=&quot;865&quot; data-start=&quot;862&quot; /&gt;come fa l’acqua sulla roccia:&lt;br data-end=&quot;897&quot; data-start=&quot;894&quot; /&gt;senza fretta, ma con verità.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1047&quot; data-start=&quot;929&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Oggi mi guardo e riconosco&lt;br data-end=&quot;958&quot; data-start=&quot;955&quot; /&gt;le tracce di quei cambiamenti.&lt;br data-end=&quot;991&quot; data-start=&quot;988&quot; /&gt;Non sono più quella di prima,&lt;br data-end=&quot;1023&quot; data-start=&quot;1020&quot; /&gt;eppure sono ancora me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1135&quot; data-start=&quot;1049&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Con più consapevolezza.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1075&quot; data-start=&quot;1072&quot; /&gt;Con più silenzio.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1095&quot; data-start=&quot;1092&quot; /&gt;Con una forza che non grida,&lt;br data-end=&quot;1126&quot; data-start=&quot;1123&quot; /&gt;ma resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/article&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/8711424611004664369/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/8711424611004664369' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8711424611004664369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8711424611004664369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2026/02/sono-passati-silenziosi-e-rumorosi.html' title='Ritorno'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-6965695438287429919</id><published>2016-03-06T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2016-03-06T12:44:19.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Il tempo porta le risposte...vero e offre la possibilità di avere un quadro preciso di chi hai di fronte. L&#39;istinto non inganna mai...mi dico che dovrei dare ascolto di più a quella voce che mi apre gli occhi, ma tendo sempre a vedere il lato buono delle cose e persone a trovare una &quot;giustificazione&quot; positiva. Il tempo poi porta le conferme.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/6965695438287429919/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/6965695438287429919' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6965695438287429919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6965695438287429919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2016/03/il-tempo-porta-le-risposte.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-4178489218647983132</id><published>2016-03-06T12:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2016-03-06T12:43:56.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Il 2015 si è chiuso con tante esperienze positive, con una crescita interiore e non solo, con tanti doni ma quello più grande è quello di diventare mamma. Dono inaspettato, perchè non &amp;nbsp;calcolato, ma lasciato al destino e questo fa si che la sorpresa sia stata speciale ed emozionante, come ricevere un regalo inaspettato oltretutto quello che desideravi.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/4178489218647983132/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/4178489218647983132' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4178489218647983132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4178489218647983132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2016/03/il-2015-si-e-chiuso-con-tante.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-8996710084103847386</id><published>2015-11-20T12:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-11-20T12:07:06.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Amatevi, ma non tramutate l&#39;amore in un legame. Lasciate piuttosto che sia un mare in movimento tra le sponde opposte delle vostre anime. Colmate a vicenda le vostre coppe, ma non bevete da una sola coppa. Scambiatevi il pane, ma non mangiate un solo pane. Cantate e danzate insieme e insieme siate felici, ma permettete a ciascuno di voi d&#39;essere solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/8996710084103847386/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/8996710084103847386' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8996710084103847386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8996710084103847386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/11/amatevi-ma-non-tramutate-lamore-in-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-6344980781811429803</id><published>2015-11-16T14:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-11-16T14:04:27.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&quot;Come non si può spegnere il fuoco con il fuoco, né asciugare l&#39;acqua con l&#39;acqua, così non si può eliminare la violenza con la violenza.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(L. Tolstoj)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/6344980781811429803/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/6344980781811429803' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6344980781811429803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6344980781811429803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/11/come-non-si-puo-spegnere-il-fuoco-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-2694596701227513957</id><published>2015-11-07T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2026-02-28T18:43:06.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Cambiare non perché qualcosa non va, solo perché sono così. Cambiare perché la vita è un continuo movimento ed evoluzione, perché cambiare è rinnovarsi e migliorarsi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/2694596701227513957/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/2694596701227513957' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/2694596701227513957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/2694596701227513957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/11/cambiare-non-perche-qualcosa-non-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-5089171292711574252</id><published>2015-11-07T21:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-11-07T21:19:02.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La presunzione è una brutta bestia sopratutto quando lo si è per sminuire le persone, accompagnata dalla cattiveria di chi è un essere piccolo ed insicuro. Delusa da chi credevo amico o perlomeno avevo riposto la mia fiducia. La vita è fatta così ti insegna sempre e ti dà sempre le risposte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/5089171292711574252/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/5089171292711574252' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5089171292711574252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5089171292711574252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/11/la-presunzione-e-una-brutta-bestia.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-6070654250499283298</id><published>2015-09-15T18:54:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2015-09-15T18:54:56.018+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Un fiore, una vita, un attimo, un respiro.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/6070654250499283298/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/6070654250499283298' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6070654250499283298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6070654250499283298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/09/un-fiore-una-vita-un-attimo-un-respiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjAtfSG1qo5b3rNoQcjrYU3FmZV-U4Tyj900cluS4p6dMMSaPe_HpljJ8uEnkj3vR3vVaNdX0JjTj73DO0aDQU51oO2hGvmcM8-symc0AaLQK5JDtMisZYwSkMW8Ou_IIs26ttw/s72-c/DSCF1027.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-8233267159478341793</id><published>2015-09-15T18:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2015-09-15T18:44:56.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Manco da un po&#39; di tempo, se avessi avuto carta e penna a disposizione sarei riuscita a scrivere di più. L&#39;estate volge al termine, ma non ho voglia di pensare che tra poco le giornate saranno di nuovo corte, sarà freddo e tutto sarà meno allegro.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/8233267159478341793/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/8233267159478341793' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8233267159478341793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8233267159478341793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/09/manco-da-un-po-di-tempo-se-avessi-avuto.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-4265156073878639603</id><published>2015-05-13T21:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-09-15T18:47:42.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A fine del percorso formativo in giro per l&#39;Italia. Sicuramente potrò appendere al chiodo la maglia da formatore.O forse no chissà&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/4265156073878639603/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/4265156073878639603' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4265156073878639603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4265156073878639603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/05/a-fine-del-percorso-formativo-in-giro.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-3740906216874264295</id><published>2015-04-12T00:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-09-15T18:46:10.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/3740906216874264295/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/3740906216874264295' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/3740906216874264295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/3740906216874264295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTPSNsySbrVtDxJIRkyEtqPGOWZ5uG1x3-KDxVxaivf5jwb31yoIx-VCNSZFWeGL_tejFqP_rqHu5YE7r6BK3TtTTLGC_WUzA0Pw3ePWlK51cHGSCMzbvJjNERm3GMdB-KkGqnA/s72-c/blogger-image-1021839329.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-6795146194474371436</id><published>2015-04-12T00:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2015-09-15T18:46:58.403+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amicizia"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Capita a volte che ci siano delle incomprensioni, ma quando le incomprensioni derivano dalla cattiveria delle persone, dalla loro invidia, dalla loro poca cultura o per abitudini negative; a poco poi serve la comprensione per ricucire i rapporti. Tutto come mai fosse successo, c&#39;è chi fa come gli struzzi...meglio non avere il coraggio di affrontare i problemi. Da queste persone non mi aspetto niente, ma non sono persone delle quali voglio circondarmi. Persa la stima e il rispetto, rimane solo la civile convivenza.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/6795146194474371436/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/6795146194474371436' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6795146194474371436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/6795146194474371436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/04/capita-volte-che-ci-siano-delle.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-7853687679402542734</id><published>2015-03-22T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-03-22T21:41:02.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpM5zG32gvQCG6tbLwu3WwK6O72dBEFDb5597ZLXCs2FyIte6oLCTBEc611tmBejbrCk2aFuJbqNuurdEaaLC_2HLhJs66Nhh8Kq_bOJBFcvk31W8nZznFilC135mjR17tcZHFA/s640/blogger-image-896403377.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpM5zG32gvQCG6tbLwu3WwK6O72dBEFDb5597ZLXCs2FyIte6oLCTBEc611tmBejbrCk2aFuJbqNuurdEaaLC_2HLhJs66Nhh8Kq_bOJBFcvk31W8nZznFilC135mjR17tcZHFA/s640/blogger-image-896403377.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/7853687679402542734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/7853687679402542734' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/7853687679402542734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/7853687679402542734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWpM5zG32gvQCG6tbLwu3WwK6O72dBEFDb5597ZLXCs2FyIte6oLCTBEc611tmBejbrCk2aFuJbqNuurdEaaLC_2HLhJs66Nhh8Kq_bOJBFcvk31W8nZznFilC135mjR17tcZHFA/s72-c/blogger-image-896403377.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-4479559039035565585</id><published>2015-01-08T21:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-01-08T21:26:44.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E poi ti accorgi di quanto vali, di quello che sei. E capisci che per qualcuno sei scomoda&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/4479559039035565585/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/4479559039035565585' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4479559039035565585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4479559039035565585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2015/01/e-poi-ti-accorgi-di-quanto-vali-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-5126360475275839024</id><published>2015-01-01T17:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2015-01-01T17:53:47.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Lo si fa per insegnare ai propri figli o per aiutare chi ha difficoltà a camminare, chi è arrabbiato con il mondo e ha bisogno di essere portato a prendere una boccata d&#39;aria, chi come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;i soccorritori aiutiano il prossimo, chi come i formatori accompagnano i nuovi volontari nel cammino di Misericordia. In modo silenzioso operano i volontari, che nel quotidiano, cercano di supportare famiglie che hanno perso tutto, che hanno difficoltà ; ai quali basta un sorriso di chi sta soffrendo, cercando di offrirgli un piccolo spiraglio di vita normale. A loro non servono medaglie o poltrone, ma solo la soddisfazione di aver aiutato chi è in difficoltà. A loro si deve una guida, pace e serenità da parte di chi ha il ruolo di guidarli. Sentono e vedono i cambiamenti, gli umori positivi e negativi, sono proprio come i figli che recepiscono ed intercettano con la sensibilità ciò che va e ciò che non va. E quando non va chiedono e si interrogano, lecito dargli una risposta, lecito essere cristallini, perché sanno giudicare e comprendere. Con loro si può e si deve comunicare, dialogare, da loro a volte si possono avere spunti ed idee, con loro si può crescere. Siamo una famiglia e insieme possiamo superare le difficoltà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/7167432063750210312/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/7167432063750210312' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/7167432063750210312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/7167432063750210312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/12/una-frase-che-mi-gira-in-testa-portare.html' title='Accompagnare ...'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-8480185925217754070</id><published>2014-12-07T20:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2014-12-07T20:49:54.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ecco il Natale è oramai vicino. Spirito natalizio, quasi a zero. Ma un pizzico di positività ci vuole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5Q6Tj9-s0PAfTyi0j8sHJi9MUitV0k1m9kYXkTcEFDUOlG2xYgRvbbjvSBM1125UdpUpxTyDUML3RLiJWbqMyjpU7xMbVPSOvOShecgEJY9mMiNyrqfOUeP3kkgC-jZqqRaOHg/s640/blogger-image-1569162116.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5Q6Tj9-s0PAfTyi0j8sHJi9MUitV0k1m9kYXkTcEFDUOlG2xYgRvbbjvSBM1125UdpUpxTyDUML3RLiJWbqMyjpU7xMbVPSOvOShecgEJY9mMiNyrqfOUeP3kkgC-jZqqRaOHg/s640/blogger-image-1569162116.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/8480185925217754070/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/8480185925217754070' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8480185925217754070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8480185925217754070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/12/ecco-il-natale-e-oramai-vicino.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5Q6Tj9-s0PAfTyi0j8sHJi9MUitV0k1m9kYXkTcEFDUOlG2xYgRvbbjvSBM1125UdpUpxTyDUML3RLiJWbqMyjpU7xMbVPSOvOShecgEJY9mMiNyrqfOUeP3kkgC-jZqqRaOHg/s72-c/blogger-image-1569162116.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-2925587227989700655</id><published>2014-12-07T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2014-12-07T20:45:19.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La tecnologia si fa sempre più spazio nella vita di tutti. Anche nella mia e da oggi posso anche postare dal mio cellulare&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/2925587227989700655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/2925587227989700655' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/2925587227989700655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/2925587227989700655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/12/la-tecnologia-si-fa-sempre-piu-spazio.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-8688733816816084162</id><published>2014-10-19T23:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-10-19T23:52:42.171+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperienze di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personali"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riflessioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sfoghi"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Come si cambia per non morire...così dice una canzone, ed è vero più si diventa grandi, più il carattere si modifica. La tenacia viene soffocata in fondo al cuore, la voglia di coerenza e obbiettività delle cose, pacificata dal cervello che ripete sempre lascia perdere perché è tempo perso. La vita insegna, con le sue delusioni, occasioni, esperienze....e un bel giorno ti accorgi che intorno a te c&#39;è solo falsità e ipocrisia, che alcune&amp;nbsp;persone che tu reputi amici, sono le prime&amp;nbsp;a parlarti alle spalle, incoerenti tra il dire e il fare, le prime ad esser cattive e gelose, invidiose di te, ma poi per cosa? Ricollochi vecchie frasi dette, nuovi atteggiamenti, il corpo parla più delle parole...e anche facebook parla molto specialmente quando leggi un post, che ti lascia senza parole; attacca il tuo compagno (ed è come se avessero attacato te), accuse forti e un volo pindarico fatto per una frase detta come tante altre, come se fb fosse la vita vera di te. Ecco che la persone o le persone si sono svelate per quello che sono e chiudi il quadro di allusioni, situazioni dove hai avvertito qualcosa di personale, hai avuto la risposta (che non avresti mai voluto) di quello che pensavi. Trovare un equilibrio di convivenza non è facile per me che sono diretta e che sono cristallina....ma si può fare. Mi sono messa alla finestra e aspetto, alcuni passi falsi sono già stati fatti, altri ne saranno fatti. Arriverà il giorno in cui la verità emergerà e avrò la soddisfazione di esser sempre un passo avanti a questi elementi. Gioco avvantaggiata perché so, ho preso coscienza di alcune cose che loro nella loro grettezza e superbia non pensano che io possa arrivarci tanto mi sottovalutano...ed è questo che mi rende forte, migliore e vera. Le mie piccole soddisfazioni arrivano e anche in loro presenza. Soffocare la mia schiettezza, determinazione, il mio essere diretta, mi costa parecchio..ma so che un giorno sarò ripagata. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/8688733816816084162/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/8688733816816084162' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8688733816816084162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/8688733816816084162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/10/come-si-cambia-per-non-morire.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-4145447838591450799</id><published>2014-10-19T23:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-10-19T23:29:28.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eccoci l&#39;autunno...tutto dopo l&#39;estate è tornato come sempre. In una vita senza uno sbocco, con i sogni nel cassetto, con le solite arrabbiature. Le giornate sono sempre più corte e la tristezza delle giornate invernali oramai è alle porte. &lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/4145447838591450799/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/4145447838591450799' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4145447838591450799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/4145447838591450799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/10/eccoci-lautunno.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-5336710806707704476</id><published>2014-07-16T20:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2014-07-16T20:04:03.901+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/5336710806707704476/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/5336710806707704476' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5336710806707704476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5336710806707704476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDpj5fux7Aqr5IxoucN4NwWnbYOgidEOLi9Tn-fQpI5eoRDuUf0aqgjfW9YAgn2BkhBgjR6UwyIKeSmFwu9144738lWw4z624p3JLWI7eIl1wyxmDDZi2hLPQN4u0KSKtr37CEkw/s72-c/DSCF1193.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-9175270187629018111</id><published>2014-07-16T15:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2014-09-07T12:42:25.931+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Esperienze di vita"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Riflessioni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sfoghi"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rimango basita davanti ad atteggiamenti di incoerenza di alcune persone che si professano amici, dicono che certe a certe cose non sono interessati, che non sanno mai niente e non ti raccontano niente e poi fanno esattamente l&#39;opposto. Sono persone insicure e attaccate alla paura di perdere qualcosa, per riempire un loro vuoto, colmare una &amp;nbsp;loro insicurezza e stima. Stanno al centro delle attenzioni, si insidiano in tutto, fanno cose a tua insaputa e poi lo sventolano come punta di orgoglio. Il meglio lo offrono, quando ti trovi in alcuni contesti e ti abbandonano per stare con i loro &quot;amici&quot; , ma scusa, se sono anche io tua amica perchè non mi consideri? perchè sono quasi un&#39;estranea? Mah&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/9175270187629018111/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/9175270187629018111' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/9175270187629018111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/9175270187629018111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/07/rimango-basita-davanti-ad-atteggiamenti.html' title=''/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28026824.post-5981154054896086844</id><published>2014-07-06T14:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2014-07-06T14:29:28.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estate</title><content type='html'>Ed estate sia anche se non fa molto caldo, siamo in estate!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://rpc.technorati.com/rpc/ping&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/feeds/5981154054896086844/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/28026824/5981154054896086844' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5981154054896086844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28026824/posts/default/5981154054896086844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vogliadimare.blogspot.com/2014/07/estate.html' title='Estate'/><author><name>Donna Speciale</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08382675359871574581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>