<?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-1517463420452522517</id><updated>2024-09-04T06:28:52.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POESIE &amp;amp; AFORISMI</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-6745895697583905851</id><published>2011-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T12:13:08.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giochi ogni giorno - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DT2NHq_jpX78P8get1f6PKPDRH39zlDkMLN6HvikMDT02EKyltnG_1ppfNYsMu0gythGfWYkBslLCXE4IIiXQC9sy6vIcGufdvOZyvcAI-eXV9PrVKbj8DyHrN35MNjb87NiZNB_3p4/s1600/76155_176988422327360_110427965650073_608360_3654525_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DT2NHq_jpX78P8get1f6PKPDRH39zlDkMLN6HvikMDT02EKyltnG_1ppfNYsMu0gythGfWYkBslLCXE4IIiXQC9sy6vIcGufdvOZyvcAI-eXV9PrVKbj8DyHrN35MNjb87NiZNB_3p4/s400/76155_176988422327360_110427965650073_608360_3654525_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647100169434671794&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giochi ogni giorno con la luce dell&#39;universo.&lt;br /&gt;Sottile visitatrice, giungi nel fiore e nell&#39;acqua. &lt;br /&gt;Sei più di questa bianca testina che stringo &lt;br /&gt;come un grappolo tra le mie mani ogni giorno.&lt;br /&gt;A nessuno rassomigli da che ti amo.&lt;br /&gt;Lasciami stenderti tra ghirlande gialle.&lt;br /&gt;Chi scrive il tuo nome a lettere di fumo tra le stelle del sud?&lt;br /&gt;Ah lascia che ti ricordi come eri allora, quando ancora non esistevi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvvisamente il vento ulula e sbatte la mia finestra chiusa.&lt;br /&gt;Il cielo è una rete colma di pesci cupi.&lt;br /&gt;Qui vengono a finire tutti i venti, tutti.&lt;br /&gt;La pioggia si denuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passano fuggendo gli uccelli.&lt;br /&gt;Il vento. Il vento.&lt;br /&gt;lo posso lottare solamente contro la forza degli uomini.&lt;br /&gt;Il temporale solleva in turbine foglie oscure&lt;br /&gt;e scioglie tutte le barche che iersera s&#39;ancorarono al cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sei qui. Ah tu non fuggi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mi risponderai fino all&#39;ultimo grido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raggomitolati al mio fianco come se avessi paura.&lt;br /&gt;Tuttavia qualche volta corse un&#39;ombra strana nei tuoi occhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, anche ora, piccola, mi rechi caprifogli, &lt;br /&gt;ed hai anche i seni profumati.&lt;br /&gt;Mentre il vento triste galoppa uccidendo farfalle&lt;br /&gt;io ti amo, e la mia gioia morde la tua bocca di susina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ti sarà costato abituarti a me,&lt;br /&gt;alla mia anima sola e selvaggia, al mio nome che tutti allontanano. &lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo visto ardere tante volte l&#39;astro baciandoci &lt;br /&gt;gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;e sulle nostre, teste ergersi i crepuscoli in ventagli giranti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le mie parole piovvero su di te accarezzandoti. &lt;br /&gt;Ho amato da tempo il tuo corpo di madreperla soleggiata.&lt;br /&gt;Ti credo persino padrona dell&#39;universo.&lt;br /&gt;Ti porterò dalle montagne fiori allegri, copihues, &lt;br /&gt;nocciole oscure, e ceste silvestri di baci.&lt;br /&gt;Voglio fare con te&lt;br /&gt;ciò che la primavera fa con i ciliegi</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6745895697583905851/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/giochi-ogni-giorno-pablo-neruda.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6745895697583905851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6745895697583905851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/giochi-ogni-giorno-pablo-neruda.html' title='Giochi ogni giorno - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEg7DT2NHq_jpX78P8get1f6PKPDRH39zlDkMLN6HvikMDT02EKyltnG_1ppfNYsMu0gythGfWYkBslLCXE4IIiXQC9sy6vIcGufdvOZyvcAI-eXV9PrVKbj8DyHrN35MNjb87NiZNB_3p4/s72-c/76155_176988422327360_110427965650073_608360_3654525_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-1750191957561840655</id><published>2011-08-31T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T06:57:46.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE... Rudyard Kipling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GJM4-vB7BUGqTXlncysM5lwcoPksCiVSHw-zP6ERHBdcA1dZDUxEud7x-Xt05v0zNODpAWR1Kaiymdo9GLkcmWmGuYKieVSnLfIhzGDfNLha4rGhBE-2f_pQS0HWU5d-4rIutGHEpN0/s1600/muaj.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0GJM4-vB7BUGqTXlncysM5lwcoPksCiVSHw-zP6ERHBdcA1dZDUxEud7x-Xt05v0zNODpAWR1Kaiymdo9GLkcmWmGuYKieVSnLfIhzGDfNLha4rGhBE-2f_pQS0HWU5d-4rIutGHEpN0/s400/muaj.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647018902109807170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a mantenere il controllo quando tutti intorno a te&lt;br /&gt;Perdono la testa e dicono che è colpa tua,&lt;br /&gt;Se ti fidi soltanto di te stesso quando tutti dubitano di te,&lt;br /&gt;Ma se tieni conto anche dei loro dubbi;&lt;br /&gt;Se sai aspettare senza stancarti dell&#39;attesa,&lt;br /&gt;Non farti ingannare e tieniti lontano dalle bugie;&lt;br /&gt;Non farti odiare e non lasciarti trascinare dall&#39;odio,&lt;br /&gt;Non apparire troppo buono e non fare il furbo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a sognare… e a non fare del sogno il tuo padrone;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a pensare… e a non fare delle parole la tua meta&lt;br /&gt;Se puoi incontrare il Trionfo e il Disastro&lt;br /&gt;E trattare questi due impostori esattamente allo stesso modo;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a sopportare che il peso della tua verità&lt;br /&gt;Venga contorto da persone spregevoli che cercano di imbrogliare i più sciocchi,&lt;br /&gt;O guardare le cose cui hai donato la vita spezzarsi&lt;br /&gt;e piegarsi e ricostruirle con attrezzi sgangherati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a mettere insieme tutte le tue vittorie&lt;br /&gt;E rischiarle in un colpo azzardato,&lt;br /&gt;e perdere, e ricominciare daccapo&lt;br /&gt;senza mai accennare alle tue sconfitte;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a dar forza al tuo cuore, ai tuoi nervi e alla tua tenacia&lt;br /&gt;Quando, dopo che gli altri hanno rinunciato, tocca a te,&lt;br /&gt;E tieni duro quando non ti è rimasto nient&#39;altro&lt;br /&gt;Che la Volontà di dire:—Tieni duro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a parlare alle folle e a mantenere la tua onestà&lt;br /&gt;O a passeggiare con i Re senza perdere la tua semplicità&lt;br /&gt;Se i nemici e nemmeno gli amici più cari possono ferirti,&lt;br /&gt;Se tutti contano su di te, ma nessuno oltre misura;&lt;br /&gt;Se riesci a riempire l&#39;inesorabile minuto&lt;br /&gt;Con una corsa di sessanta secondi,&lt;br /&gt;Tua è la Terra e tutto quello che esiste&lt;br /&gt;E—ancor più—tu sei un uomo, figlio mio!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/1750191957561840655/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-rudyard-kipling.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/1750191957561840655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/1750191957561840655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-rudyard-kipling.html' title='SE... 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È come se fossi in un paese straniero: vedi tutto, comprendi tutto quello che succede intorno a te, ma sei incapace di spiegarti e di essere aiutata, perché non capisci la lingua.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/3971034805720868020/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-veronika-decide-di-morire-di_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/3971034805720868020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/3971034805720868020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-veronika-decide-di-morire-di_29.html' title='dal libro &quot;Veronika decide di morire&quot; di Paulo Coelho......'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEgDtj_BU9iw-I8Qz-_YY5LrDyxOH2-osWHCLLOGmzC0aMwvs64DB-5j5XVJfdlhyphenhyphenMhbQ8WwVh0DRPAYuIM34A-ZW4poyzvRCqxKsMmeQ1DZtxsJsBWSFJmJHYdVD8ez7bcu32cVXA6Hqfc/s72-c/all_my_songs_end_with_blackout_by_agonyangel.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-2526029243468285501</id><published>2011-08-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:10:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Veronika decide di morire&quot; di Paulo Coelho......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSImuwcExVf4Sw7fVYTV4CG9b1xHiNKuOYcFgqaO98gqlphaLGARMKekvcMG_BYEDljKlb3LNTiiiG2PmxEC6D98-fp-7wkBWVMEhfTmTGjZ3SNsOKg9BWAUNiGUrugIX3kVwmAdmKBtY/s1600/72707_10150311261745402_308979945401_15785936_268253_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSImuwcExVf4Sw7fVYTV4CG9b1xHiNKuOYcFgqaO98gqlphaLGARMKekvcMG_BYEDljKlb3LNTiiiG2PmxEC6D98-fp-7wkBWVMEhfTmTGjZ3SNsOKg9BWAUNiGUrugIX3kVwmAdmKBtY/s400/72707_10150311261745402_308979945401_15785936_268253_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646326331282045442&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveva sprecato la parte migliore delle sue energie, tentando di essere all&#39;altezza dell&#39;immagine di sé che si era creata nella mente.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2526029243468285501/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-veronika-decide-di-morire-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/2526029243468285501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/2526029243468285501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-veronika-decide-di-morire-di.html' title='dal libro &quot;Veronika decide di morire&quot; di Paulo Coelho......'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEjSImuwcExVf4Sw7fVYTV4CG9b1xHiNKuOYcFgqaO98gqlphaLGARMKekvcMG_BYEDljKlb3LNTiiiG2PmxEC6D98-fp-7wkBWVMEhfTmTGjZ3SNsOKg9BWAUNiGUrugIX3kVwmAdmKBtY/s72-c/72707_10150311261745402_308979945401_15785936_268253_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-5092352036016208744</id><published>2011-08-29T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:07:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;La vita è proprio questo,&quot; disse il Maestro. &quot;Una serie di errori.&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJITYO4ZKuFjqjjyrLJOMd7xo8kyaNce7VmZvORYGdTpFGgvbXJrGITxJpk2zCAzICAPx75Ixv9QFUJKFSfL2LmI6bLvBe5OXcL8IvRCqyGCizYZWyfa6gPXApRHTzqE1bQEWlQtOdnI/s1600/22_10_10_5_by_iguanabraid-d31eaoh.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuJITYO4ZKuFjqjjyrLJOMd7xo8kyaNce7VmZvORYGdTpFGgvbXJrGITxJpk2zCAzICAPx75Ixv9QFUJKFSfL2LmI6bLvBe5OXcL8IvRCqyGCizYZWyfa6gPXApRHTzqE1bQEWlQtOdnI/s400/22_10_10_5_by_iguanabraid-d31eaoh.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646294719259630402&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/5092352036016208744/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vita-e-proprio-questo-disse-il.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/5092352036016208744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/5092352036016208744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vita-e-proprio-questo-disse-il.html' title='&quot;La vita è proprio questo,&quot; disse il Maestro. &quot;Una serie di errori.&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEiuJITYO4ZKuFjqjjyrLJOMd7xo8kyaNce7VmZvORYGdTpFGgvbXJrGITxJpk2zCAzICAPx75Ixv9QFUJKFSfL2LmI6bLvBe5OXcL8IvRCqyGCizYZWyfa6gPXApRHTzqE1bQEWlQtOdnI/s72-c/22_10_10_5_by_iguanabraid-d31eaoh.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-4118303955795620523</id><published>2011-08-29T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:04:41.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcqQD6WHdr-2MyYu0BVVlE0tBswuT5CuVRAYpUCZ-OViGS78_Tnxa5H7dIn62ibAi_RmD4KGgCwZEu09MjyRPysiQevmWSvUrr4Av7vbVrBqPnwiOWNXJkwmCk0p7csA2lCwHTzIfNOk/s1600/309830_143246802431485_100002384976802_236744_3969107_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcqQD6WHdr-2MyYu0BVVlE0tBswuT5CuVRAYpUCZ-OViGS78_Tnxa5H7dIn62ibAi_RmD4KGgCwZEu09MjyRPysiQevmWSvUrr4Av7vbVrBqPnwiOWNXJkwmCk0p7csA2lCwHTzIfNOk/s400/309830_143246802431485_100002384976802_236744_3969107_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646294045849001986&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho paura dell&#39;amore, perché esso implica cose che vanno a di là dell&#39;umana compensione: la sua luce è immensa, ma la sua ombra mi spaventa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4118303955795620523/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_1623.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4118303955795620523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4118303955795620523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_1623.html' title='dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEhzcqQD6WHdr-2MyYu0BVVlE0tBswuT5CuVRAYpUCZ-OViGS78_Tnxa5H7dIn62ibAi_RmD4KGgCwZEu09MjyRPysiQevmWSvUrr4Av7vbVrBqPnwiOWNXJkwmCk0p7csA2lCwHTzIfNOk/s72-c/309830_143246802431485_100002384976802_236744_3969107_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-6061470756139778302</id><published>2011-08-29T07:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:42:18.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Sulla sponda del fiume Piedra mi sono seduta e ho pianto&quot; di Paulo Coelho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E38iFvDKQBOTLVrbU95xsy1-lUZMfG-ZOlUs7n9VvoODvM0ALO1ZBpQEFZXBjtpathW5J8MfVKqkg8-gXNHP1MzKm2oYQwwbTZOnni4E-bhJ2dvHMOrwtC16Y2vBSDM6LQpXZjgRXl4/s1600/299751_10150278542177721_196976337720_8080105_6009930_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-E38iFvDKQBOTLVrbU95xsy1-lUZMfG-ZOlUs7n9VvoODvM0ALO1ZBpQEFZXBjtpathW5J8MfVKqkg8-gXNHP1MzKm2oYQwwbTZOnni4E-bhJ2dvHMOrwtC16Y2vBSDM6LQpXZjgRXl4/s400/299751_10150278542177721_196976337720_8080105_6009930_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646288250720896498&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piacerebbe far vagare il mio cuore. Se solo riuscissi a concederlo, sia pure per soltanto un fine settimana, questa pioggia sul mio viso avrebbe sapore. Se amare fosse facile starei abbracciata a lui e le parole delle canzone racconterebbero una storia, che sarà la nostra storia.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6061470756139778302/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-sulla-sponda-del-fiume-piedra_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6061470756139778302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6061470756139778302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-sulla-sponda-del-fiume-piedra_29.html' title='dal libro &quot;Sulla sponda del fiume Piedra mi sono seduta e ho pianto&quot; di Paulo Coelho....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEh-E38iFvDKQBOTLVrbU95xsy1-lUZMfG-ZOlUs7n9VvoODvM0ALO1ZBpQEFZXBjtpathW5J8MfVKqkg8-gXNHP1MzKm2oYQwwbTZOnni4E-bhJ2dvHMOrwtC16Y2vBSDM6LQpXZjgRXl4/s72-c/299751_10150278542177721_196976337720_8080105_6009930_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-6759404318564468331</id><published>2011-08-29T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:38:45.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nella vita tutto, proprio tutto, ha un senso e anche le cose infinitesimali vanno prese in considerazione.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWecvgs1syvXVoCvo67-NGVHm3Qz2aFBTRRrPNxek4UsKb5Mq1HFLvZK1Kdw4b8oCV4mk5KRk8wN49QGiFa4rRVnbUDPcX8cW4dYUynwl_unIXLw42eM6_WKGD2m-shAD2OboVJuJeV4/s1600/Always_And_Forever_by_KayleighJune.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWecvgs1syvXVoCvo67-NGVHm3Qz2aFBTRRrPNxek4UsKb5Mq1HFLvZK1Kdw4b8oCV4mk5KRk8wN49QGiFa4rRVnbUDPcX8cW4dYUynwl_unIXLw42eM6_WKGD2m-shAD2OboVJuJeV4/s400/Always_And_Forever_by_KayleighJune.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646287345353723106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dal libro &quot;La strega di Portobello&quot; di Paulo Coelho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/6759404318564468331/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/nella-vita-tutto-proprio-tutto-ha-un.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6759404318564468331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/6759404318564468331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/nella-vita-tutto-proprio-tutto-ha-un.html' title='Nella vita tutto, proprio tutto, ha un senso e anche le cose infinitesimali vanno prese in considerazione.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEjAWecvgs1syvXVoCvo67-NGVHm3Qz2aFBTRRrPNxek4UsKb5Mq1HFLvZK1Kdw4b8oCV4mk5KRk8wN49QGiFa4rRVnbUDPcX8cW4dYUynwl_unIXLw42eM6_WKGD2m-shAD2OboVJuJeV4/s72-c/Always_And_Forever_by_KayleighJune.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-56323901765773422</id><published>2011-08-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:26:48.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkpjHQeh22ohPVa3IfearcvMx50z8DJvvxZtQP4gCgW6y04bEcirPWToMiSNxO7fW-F-9y1OLxatdJJibR3mIZEVACeFhHu6fA1v9JwKi-eelTpxZqbCwTkqvHnwDI_nKJsjYVe1rkuY/s1600/2011_2_by_iguanabraid-d37f2w0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkpjHQeh22ohPVa3IfearcvMx50z8DJvvxZtQP4gCgW6y04bEcirPWToMiSNxO7fW-F-9y1OLxatdJJibR3mIZEVACeFhHu6fA1v9JwKi-eelTpxZqbCwTkqvHnwDI_nKJsjYVe1rkuY/s400/2011_2_by_iguanabraid-d37f2w0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646284230816753298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non importa se l&#39;essere umano finge di perseguire la sapienza, il denaro o il potere, in realtà qualsiasi cosa risulterà incompleta se non riuscirà a incontrare l&#39;altra parte di se.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/56323901765773422/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_5237.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/56323901765773422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/56323901765773422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_5237.html' title='dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho..........'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEidkpjHQeh22ohPVa3IfearcvMx50z8DJvvxZtQP4gCgW6y04bEcirPWToMiSNxO7fW-F-9y1OLxatdJJibR3mIZEVACeFhHu6fA1v9JwKi-eelTpxZqbCwTkqvHnwDI_nKJsjYVe1rkuY/s72-c/2011_2_by_iguanabraid-d37f2w0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-5292492684031046750</id><published>2011-08-29T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T07:24:07.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgviC78Rhzvll6dEuhS1yATLFo0qPH2SgBr5cZspnsokV1eT9zmgXbaBztwJUOWEQvKRYZF9-GqzEG3n8pRh4hjdSRONRC2yu83G1_olTyvj4j-gEg7dVnLvvGY3Y837TnOSg7D2y7wxDc/s1600/181578_10150409845050402_308979945401_17491997_6308903_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgviC78Rhzvll6dEuhS1yATLFo0qPH2SgBr5cZspnsokV1eT9zmgXbaBztwJUOWEQvKRYZF9-GqzEG3n8pRh4hjdSRONRC2yu83G1_olTyvj4j-gEg7dVnLvvGY3Y837TnOSg7D2y7wxDc/s400/181578_10150409845050402_308979945401_17491997_6308903_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646283386676227074&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi cerca di possedere un fiore, vede la sua bellezza appassire, ma chi lo ammira in un campo, lo porterà sempre con se. Perché il fiore si fonderà con il pomeriggio, con il tramonto, con l&#39;odore di terra bagnata e con le nuvole all&#39;orizzonte.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/5292492684031046750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/5292492684031046750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/5292492684031046750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_29.html' title='dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho.............'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEgviC78Rhzvll6dEuhS1yATLFo0qPH2SgBr5cZspnsokV1eT9zmgXbaBztwJUOWEQvKRYZF9-GqzEG3n8pRh4hjdSRONRC2yu83G1_olTyvj4j-gEg7dVnLvvGY3Y837TnOSg7D2y7wxDc/s72-c/181578_10150409845050402_308979945401_17491997_6308903_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-4509638346356402326</id><published>2011-08-28T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:39:23.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;L&#39;alchimista&quot; di Paulo Coelho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjuzha74JeSvSchgs67jFWJEDj0ZvRLqFxOJ-Z1EksI2MBZtpx60XEfjAN8a2TTqr1Kabsw7FRkuBGmxG38XAoLWgL4msbXS3zr8EScCYhnNPKOjviLA82voLkYzGviMie5wkCFnFE60/s1600/m_xx_51_by_scarabuss.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjuzha74JeSvSchgs67jFWJEDj0ZvRLqFxOJ-Z1EksI2MBZtpx60XEfjAN8a2TTqr1Kabsw7FRkuBGmxG38XAoLWgL4msbXS3zr8EScCYhnNPKOjviLA82voLkYzGviMie5wkCFnFE60/s400/m_xx_51_by_scarabuss.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646024640574735298&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tutti i giorni diventano uguali è perché non ci si accorge più delle cose belle che accadono nella vita ogniqualvolta il sole attraversa il cielo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4509638346356402326/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-lalchimista-di-paulo-coelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4509638346356402326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4509638346356402326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-lalchimista-di-paulo-coelho.html' title='dal libro &quot;L&#39;alchimista&quot; di Paulo Coelho....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEhYjuzha74JeSvSchgs67jFWJEDj0ZvRLqFxOJ-Z1EksI2MBZtpx60XEfjAN8a2TTqr1Kabsw7FRkuBGmxG38XAoLWgL4msbXS3zr8EScCYhnNPKOjviLA82voLkYzGviMie5wkCFnFE60/s72-c/m_xx_51_by_scarabuss.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-7089385977291175336</id><published>2011-08-28T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:25:56.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslzSQKQ1c0-vejFJx74kiiUXrX1dHXJJFeR3nERFUF3EEc0mqXB6ayHX-7ponLJoDdrJ6j6z4ZGOj5a8woEOVrUd7wE_HomYL53PLM09TrlH_cTgtbm_9fBe3ytXJtVqCfWxjPjZR8sc/s1600/magda_by_lucastomaszewski.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslzSQKQ1c0-vejFJx74kiiUXrX1dHXJJFeR3nERFUF3EEc0mqXB6ayHX-7ponLJoDdrJ6j6z4ZGOj5a8woEOVrUd7wE_HomYL53PLM09TrlH_cTgtbm_9fBe3ytXJtVqCfWxjPjZR8sc/s400/magda_by_lucastomaszewski.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646021189743420706&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli uomini sono artefici del proprio destino: possono commettere sempre gli stesi errori, possono fuggire costantemente da ciò che desiderano, e che magari la vita gli offre in modo generoso; oppure&lt;br /&gt;possono abbandonarsi al destino e lottare per i propri sogni accettando il fatto che si presentano sempre nel momento giusto.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7089385977291175336/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_1391.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/7089385977291175336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/7089385977291175336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-brida-di-paulo-coelho_1391.html' title='dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEjslzSQKQ1c0-vejFJx74kiiUXrX1dHXJJFeR3nERFUF3EEc0mqXB6ayHX-7ponLJoDdrJ6j6z4ZGOj5a8woEOVrUd7wE_HomYL53PLM09TrlH_cTgtbm_9fBe3ytXJtVqCfWxjPjZR8sc/s72-c/magda_by_lucastomaszewski.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-7143045022804559833</id><published>2011-08-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T14:22:05.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Lo Zahir&quot; di Paulo Coelho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG7SHGc0ShPKnD2cTjOdVw-7PHolaf8bWAM4ltllf5e7aVDJhc77lvTIPvDTOilQpFRv49rJBELmJfRMe01tXeHHYMSxg-pfQX3h7e7cF69Fd0MqX6ixBXSPtoC4hc92zF3ahzrA-c14/s1600/______________by_Taurie.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHG7SHGc0ShPKnD2cTjOdVw-7PHolaf8bWAM4ltllf5e7aVDJhc77lvTIPvDTOilQpFRv49rJBELmJfRMe01tXeHHYMSxg-pfQX3h7e7cF69Fd0MqX6ixBXSPtoC4hc92zF3ahzrA-c14/s400/______________by_Taurie.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646019560905802098&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisogna sempre sapere quando una fase giunge alla fine. Concludere un ciclo, chiudere un uscio, terminare un capitolo: non importa come lo si definisca, ciò che conta è lasciare nel passato quei momenti di vita che sono finiti.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/7143045022804559833/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-lo-zahir-di-paulo-coelho.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/7143045022804559833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/7143045022804559833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-lo-zahir-di-paulo-coelho.html' title='dal libro &quot;Lo Zahir&quot; di Paulo Coelho....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEgHG7SHGc0ShPKnD2cTjOdVw-7PHolaf8bWAM4ltllf5e7aVDJhc77lvTIPvDTOilQpFRv49rJBELmJfRMe01tXeHHYMSxg-pfQX3h7e7cF69Fd0MqX6ixBXSPtoC4hc92zF3ahzrA-c14/s72-c/______________by_Taurie.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-3244450597711788204</id><published>2011-08-28T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:02:59.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riesco a capire le cose semplici soltanto dopo essermi dibattuta in quelle complicate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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Una cosa è sentire di essere sul giusto cammino, ma un&#39;altra è pensare che il tuo sia l&#39;unico cammino.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/4257240398659990708/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-sulla-sponda-del-fiume-piedra.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4257240398659990708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/4257240398659990708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dal-libro-sulla-sponda-del-fiume-piedra.html' title='dal libro &quot;Sulla sponda del fiume Piedra mi sono seduta e ho pianto&quot; di Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEjLl54VMRVK2YwpdN8iABE9RbFrCCdbqEkLb2R2UY6qvOR46KlPxQA7Pg2ULvSG0jdziWMUV1mFKS-uTtUlodZS4X-NuUU8ZOqlk51t1M43AVbBUGTgQfesJVKL1HMPKH4MT8KTxQtJ940/s72-c/293430_143247252431440_100002384976802_236759_4129778_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-3164913459158072197</id><published>2011-08-28T12:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T12:48:33.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Undici minuti&quot; di Paulo Coelho.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2_tzuTM_NhhHMQ8kbGzXV8VYd3pkkFytlF3G_r_SGM73ybYhATe2jpFBtqUaMWAccSvdRfnreL3Ag2_VPktgwfGSJ7fERQsWzm1nWUlaZA1__oDwVo5QGlE-CmlGUd_CV8jmGvBgx_0/s1600/298550_143247292431436_100002384976802_236761_6679368_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2_tzuTM_NhhHMQ8kbGzXV8VYd3pkkFytlF3G_r_SGM73ybYhATe2jpFBtqUaMWAccSvdRfnreL3Ag2_VPktgwfGSJ7fERQsWzm1nWUlaZA1__oDwVo5QGlE-CmlGUd_CV8jmGvBgx_0/s400/298550_143247292431436_100002384976802_236761_6679368_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645996071175222770&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni essere umano vive il proprio desiderio. Questo fa parte del suo tesoro e, benché sia un&#39;emozione che potrebbe allontanare, generalmente avvicina chi è importante. E un&#39;emozione che la mia anima ha scelto di vivere, è talmente intensa che può contagiare tutto e tutti intorno a me. Ogni giorno scelgo la verità con la quale intendo vivere. Cerco di essere pratica, efficiente, professionale. Ma, vorrei poter scegliere, sempre, il desiderio come compagno. Non per obbligo, né per attenuare la solitudine della mia vita-semplicemente perché è bello. 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Ma tutto quanto accade due volte accadrà certamente una terza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pdDF9-vlEemZk-Z2bLYQykkWQdvAo_OXAzWK2GkW6tNGNwA26Q32rUU8zw-r4K7o_A017Evt_n4UTPkRgMi6aOfzaxDYDylL72CxKTt1_B2uXhvTN2zPkfQkVSqywwWu-CTbofVLcOQ/s1600/reverse_by_krapivka2007-d3er9b5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pdDF9-vlEemZk-Z2bLYQykkWQdvAo_OXAzWK2GkW6tNGNwA26Q32rUU8zw-r4K7o_A017Evt_n4UTPkRgMi6aOfzaxDYDylL72CxKTt1_B2uXhvTN2zPkfQkVSqywwWu-CTbofVLcOQ/s400/reverse_by_krapivka2007-d3er9b5.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645948691269583314&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/feeds/2228416020823844766/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/tutto-quanto-accade-una-volta-potrebbe.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/2228416020823844766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1517463420452522517/posts/default/2228416020823844766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetifamosi.blogspot.com/2011/08/tutto-quanto-accade-una-volta-potrebbe.html' title='Tutto quanto accade una volta potrebbe non accadere mai più... Ma tutto quanto accade due volte accadrà certamente una terza.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><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/AVvXsEh_pdDF9-vlEemZk-Z2bLYQykkWQdvAo_OXAzWK2GkW6tNGNwA26Q32rUU8zw-r4K7o_A017Evt_n4UTPkRgMi6aOfzaxDYDylL72CxKTt1_B2uXhvTN2zPkfQkVSqywwWu-CTbofVLcOQ/s72-c/reverse_by_krapivka2007-d3er9b5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1517463420452522517.post-4706869012596485275</id><published>2011-08-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:38:50.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dal libro &quot;Brida&quot; di Paulo Coelho.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXP_P14WcirA2gR9D_m2us39ADvOqbrhb92kaWiDiZUeFcx5UDPOJvIVnsI8E52yFUhnMUMuoDHm6ICiHhy0V7ZMp_Ug4CQzsP41Yb7Hxqp24DStrCyhy15DfQUS1sigH4tYayThyphenhyphenEN5g/s1600/215944_10150162658552721_196976337720_7058603_2893559_n.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXP_P14WcirA2gR9D_m2us39ADvOqbrhb92kaWiDiZUeFcx5UDPOJvIVnsI8E52yFUhnMUMuoDHm6ICiHhy0V7ZMp_Ug4CQzsP41Yb7Hxqp24DStrCyhy15DfQUS1sigH4tYayThyphenhyphenEN5g/s400/215944_10150162658552721_196976337720_7058603_2893559_n.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645947106050832194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Non devi mai avere vergogna. Accetta ciò che la vita ti offre e sforzati di bere dalle coppe che ti vengono presentate. Si devono assaporare tutti i vini: di alcuni, solo qualche sorso; di altri, l&#39;intera bottiglia.&quot; &quot;Come posso riconoscerli?&quot; &quot;Dal gusto. 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